LEVI: Southside Skulls Motorcycle Club (Southside Skulls MC Romance Book 5)

by Jessie Cooke

  “Don’t be sorry, baby. Just fuck me.”

  “Oh, Jesus…”

  He grinned. God, he was hot. “Not Jesus, baby, Levi.”

  Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! That’s why he looked so familiar. He was “Her” boyfriend. The love of “Her” life. Fuck! “Levi,” she breathed out. “What…how…?”

  He chuckled and let his lips touch hers. He brushed them back and forth before bringing his tongue out and swiping it across her bottom lip. “I think someone had too many shots last night,” he said, with his lips still against hers. Her body was burning up with lust, but her head was spinning with confusion. He took hold of her hand and turned toward the bathroom. She missed his body as soon as he was no longer pressed into her. “Come on, a shower will help with that fog in your brain, and then we’ll fuck the rest of the cobwebs out.”

  Zoe had her mouth open as he led her into the small bathroom, but no words were coming out. The shower was still on and the room was filled with steam. He opened the shower with one hand and then stepped in and pulled her in after him. She was suddenly pressed into a hard, sexy, naked body and underneath a warm spray that cascaded over her shoulders and left a slippery barrier between them. She started to protest, or at least she thought she did, when he took both her hands in his and held them behind her back. He used his body to nudge her into the wall and before she could even express her shock, he covered her mouth with his. This time, he kissed her, hard and passionately, a kiss unlike any she’d ever experienced before. She heard herself moaning into his mouth and even as he let go of her hands, she didn’t try to fight him. He kept kissing her and started moving his hands all over her body. He brushed them down her sides and then back up, taking one of her breasts in his hand and rubbing his thumb along the side of her nipple. Her head was still screaming at her to stop this, but her body was out of control with the kind of insane lust that she’d only read about.

  Levi brought his free hand up as he continued to massage her breast, and rested it against her throat. Then he pulled back and smiled at her and slid the hand from her breast down over her belly until his fingers found her swollen clit. She whimpered as he began to rub it. While his fingers moved in slow circles around it, he kept his big hand on her throat, not pressing hard or cutting off her wind, but just holding her there in a domineering way. She was surprised at how much it was turning her on. He stopped rubbing her clit for a second and then she felt his thumb press into it as two of his fingers slid up inside of her soaking-wet pussy. Her body convulsed and her knees went weak. His body was the only thing holding her upright, and when he began to rub his hard cock into her, she gave in to the desire she was feeling and slid her hand down his body to take it in her hand. He sucked in a breath as she curled her hand around his shaft and as she started to slide it up and down from tip to base, he increased his pace, shoving his fingers in and out of her hard and fast. He leaned in and kissed her again while she stroked his cock and he finger-fucked her. She was stroking him hard and fast now and Levi was moaning into her. His fingers were reaching depths inside of her that hadn’t been touched in so long, and that quickly she was on the verge of an earth-shattering orgasm. Levi had other plans for her, though. Just as she dangled over the edge, he pulled his hand away and using the hand that had been against her throat, he tangled up a fistful of her hair and used it to push her down to her knees.

  Zoe didn’t hesitate to take his cock into her mouth. He put the other hand in her hair and held her head in place and began to thrust his hips. As he shoved his cock back into her throat, she used her tongue to lick it and then she tightened her lips around it and sucked as hard as she could. He was grunting and groaning and the sexy sounds were going right through her. The water had cooled off, but her body was so hot that she barely noticed, until Levi released one side of her hair and reached behind her to turn it off.

  Zoe looked up at him then and she locked her eyes into his huge brown ones as she let his cock slide out of her mouth and paused to lick the tip before sucking it back in. “Oh fuck yeah, baby,” Levi breathed out. The sound of his deep voice only spurred her on and she began to devour him. She put her hands on the tight cheeks of his ass and used her hold to move his hips in time with what she was doing to him with her mouth. Every so often she’d look up at him, reveling in the look of pure ecstasy on his face. The more excited he got, the harder she sucked. She finally moved one hand around and took his thick shaft in her hand and began to pump him with it while her tongue continued its ministrations. She stroked hard and fast while sliding her tongue down underneath his cock and gently took one of his balls into her mouth. “Oh fuck…Jesus…where did you learn that, baby? Fuck yeah…”

  He let her stroke him and lick him for a few minutes more, before taking her hair into his hands again and using it to pull her up to her feet. He pulled her up for a kiss, and then putting his hands on her waist, he spun her around and pressed her chest into the cold tile. Her nipples reacted to the cold instantly but that was nothing compared to the way her pussy reacted to his big cock sliding into her from behind. She felt her muscles grip onto him and hold him tightly as he advanced all the way inside of her. He was so big and thick that it hurt just a little at first. But he knew what he was doing and he held himself inside her, only moving slightly until her body had time to adjust to his size. He started moving slowly at first, sliding his hands up and taking hold of her breasts as he did. He rolled the nipples around between his fingers as he pumped his cock in and out of her sopping-wet pussy. She was grunting and moaning with the side of her face pressed into the tile. Once she was fully adjusted to having him inside of her, she wanted to keep him there. Each time he’d slide back, she’d thrust her hips back into him, taking him as deep as she could once more. The more she got into it, the more excited it seemed to make him. He grabbed her breasts hard and leaned down and bit her on the neck while he fucked her. Zoe’s head felt like it was going to explode. She’d never felt anything like what it felt like to have Levi inside of her. She was getting loud, unaware and unconcerned if there was anyone around to hear or not. She was on the verge of imploding when he let one of his hands drop down to her pussy and find her clit. While one hand pinched and squeezed and massaged her breast and nipples, the other one fingered her clit, and all the while he didn’t miss a stroke. Zoe wasn’t a screamer, or at least she’d never been before. But when she reached her climax with Levi, she screamed out loudly and felt every muscle in her body begin to convulse and shake as her pussy gushed with wave after wave of delicious orgasm.

  Once Zoe finished coming, and Levi adjusted his body so that he was once again holding her up against the tile and keeping her from giving in to her weakened knees, he began to fuck her, furiously. Her body was bouncing into the tile and then into his body and back into the tile again. The thought that her body would be bruised by the time he was finished crossed her mind…but she didn’t care. Levi drove into her and pulled back, repeatedly, grunting and moaning and saying her name. Suddenly he put his arm around her neck and pulled her upright so that her back was pressed hard into his chest and his cock was buried as deeply inside of her as he could go. She felt the rush of his orgasm as he came inside of her and she briefly wondered why she hadn’t insisted he wear a condom. He was making guttural sounds as he came, though, and she found it so sexy that they drove the other thoughts from her head. He rocked into her until he was empty before spinning her around to face him. He was looking down at her with those huge, sexy eyes and his mouth was hovering just over hers as he whispered:

  “My girl,” in a breathless voice. Zoe shivered and without hesitation she said:

  “That’s right, I’m your girl, Levi.”

  Zoe woke up then, alone and fully clothed in the bed at her grandparents’ house. Her body was covered in sweat and her hand rested in the V between her legs. Her pussy throbbed and her thoughts were muddled. It took her several long minutes to work through the chaos in her head. When she did, she only had one
question for herself: What kind of weirdo has pornographic dreams about a dead girl’s man? Before she watched that poor girl die, she’d never had a wet dream in her life. Now suddenly, she was having them almost every time she closed her eyes, and they were so real. She closed her eyes again and this time she forced herself to see that poor girl’s face. But instead of making her feel guilty, a tingle ran up her arm and down her spine. It was the same tingle she’d gotten that night when she held the girl’s hand and a strange thought crossed her mind. Maybe the girl wanted her to be with her man. Maybe she didn’t want him to be lonely…Zoe threw the afghan covering her legs off her and sat up on the edge of the bed, laughing. No woman in her right mind would pick Zoe to replace her. She had nothing going for her, and even if she cleaned up her life, she’d always be an addict who was raised by an addict and one hit away from sliding back down the rabbit hole.

  Levi sat straight up in his bed. He’d gotten up early and spent the morning in the shop with Mickey, one of the mechanics in the club, taking apart his father’s bike. He walked over to the clubhouse for lunch, but once he was there he’d decided that he wasn’t really hungry. Instead, he found an empty room and lay down to close his eyes for just a little while. As soon as he had, he’d been thrust into a dream. It was the kind of dream he usually loved, the kind that made him wake up to a rock-hard cock and a round of masturbation while he imagined doing all kinds of dirty things to Krissy. But this dream had been different. He was in his apartment, in the shower and he was fucking her from behind. It was so good…like it always was. But after he came and he turned her around to face him, he realized that it wasn’t Krissy he’d been fucking at all. The shock of that had woken him up, and as he lay there breathing heavily and trying to quiet the commotion in his head, he grasped at his memory, trying to get a picture of the woman’s face. But it was like trying to hold sand in his fingers, and just about the time he thought he had it, it slipped away. Levi’d had dreams about other women before…but, not since he’d met Krissy. She hadn’t even been dead for a month yet. His heart still ached every morning when he woke up and had to remind himself that she was gone. His pulse still raced when he remembered touching her and kissing her and making love to her. He still pictured her face and thought that she was the most incredibly gorgeous woman he’d ever seen. He still adored her. She was still his soulmate. He reached up and touched the tattoo on the side of his neck. His fingers were still shaking and he could feel the beat of his heart against his rib cage. His heart and soul were still grieving for the love of his life. So, why was he dreaming about a stranger, a woman without a face? He turned so that his legs dangled over the side of the bed and his feet rested on the floor. He reached down for his jeans and into his pocket. He pulled out his phone and looked at the picture on the face of it. It was the same picture frozen on Krissy’s phone for perpetuity. It was the two of them, the way they were supposed to be…together, and happy. The stress of losing her and his dad had just been too much, he told himself. The dream was just a product of that. He meant Krissy no disrespect and he still had no desire for any other woman. He repeated that to himself several times, trying to calm himself down. His pulse was still racing and his breathing was still erratic. When he realized that words weren’t going to work, he reached his fingers back down into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out the silver pendant. Almost as soon as he touched it, his pulse began to slow and his breathing returned to normal. Levi wasn’t superstitious and he didn’t believe in magic…but there was something about that little heart that made him feel like Krissy was right there with him. He just wished that he knew why.

  7

  Levi was almost out the door of the clubhouse when Grant stopped him. “Hey, Cheney is looking for you.”

  Levi groaned. “What does he want?”

  Grant sighed. “He has a job for us.”

  “He gave me the rest of this month off. The only reason I’m here today is because I brought Dad’s bike over to the shop for Mickey to take a look at it and see if he can put it back together.” That wasn’t the complete truth, but Levi wasn’t ready to talk about his suspicions yet, even to Grant.

  “Yeah, I know. He said to tell you he’s sorry, but he needs you. You didn’t get his text?”

  Levi pulled out his phone and looked at it. There were at least a dozen unread text messages. He knew that none of them were from Krissy, so he hadn’t cared to check them. He pulled up the most recent one from Cheney. It was sent that morning and it said, “Get ahold of me ASAP. I need to call you in for this one job if you’re up for it.” He rolled his eyes. Cheney didn’t make requests, he gave orders. He didn’t give a shit if Levi was “up to it” or not, and Levi knew it. “Where is he?” he asked Grant.

  “In the office. He sent me to find you.”

  “Let’s get it over with then.” Levi and Grant made their way over to the office and knocked on the door.

  “Yeah!” was Cheney’s brusque reply. Levi opened the door and he and Grant went inside, closing it behind them. Cheney and their V.P., Jackie, were sitting at the table. “There you are,” he said when he saw Levi. “Have a seat.” Levi and Grant sat down and with an overly sympathetic look he said, “How are you feeling?”

  “I’m okay,” Levi said. “Your message said you needed me for a job?”

  “Yeah, I’m sorry to pull you off your leave, but we’re spread a little thin lately. I need you and Grant to go out to this house over on the West side and evict a bunch of squatters.”

  Levi raised an eyebrow. “You want us to evict people out of a house? Can I ask why?”

  “Our cooks will be there to set up later tonight and I don’t want them to have to deal with a bunch of homeless addicts before they can get started.”

  Levi used every muscle in his body to try to hold back his next question, but it didn’t work. “Even after all this club went through because of Spider…we’re still going to cook that shit?”

  He saw the tightening of Cheney’s jaw. Jackie didn’t even try to hide his annoyance; it was written all over his face. He said, “This club needs funds to clean up the mess Spider left behind, and fast. The cooks can have a batch ready by day after tomorrow and we can have it distributed by the end of the week. It’s the fastest way for us to get back on our feet.”

  Levi opened his mouth again and Jackie said, “If I were you, boy, I wouldn’t follow in my old man’s footsteps. I’d keep my mouth shut and do what I was told.”

  Levi was on his feet in a second. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean? My father was a respected member of this club. Is there something you’re not telling me, Jackie?”

  “Calm down,” Cheney said. “Jackie didn’t mean any disrespect to your dad, did you, Jackie?”

  “No,” the V.P. said with a sigh. “I just meant that you’re part of this club and that means you do what needs to be done. You don’t get to pick and choose what you want to do.”

  Levi had his fists clenched at his sides. He felt Grant’s hand on his shoulder. He knew that if he did what he wanted so badly to do at that moment, Cheney would make sure he was sorry. As bad as he hated to admit Jackie was right, he was still a member of the Defenders and with Mickey helping him look into what went wrong with his dad’s bike, he had too much on his plate to approach changing clubs right then. “Fine,” he said at last. “Text me the address and I’ll get on it.”

  “Good,” Cheney said. “Make sure they understand that it will be hazardous to their health if they refuse to leave, or they come back.”

  “Got it,” Levi said. “Is that all?”

  “Sure.” Levi nodded at his president and turned to go. He was almost to the door when Cheney said, “Oh, how’s the bike looking? Mickey said he wasn’t sure there was any chance of putting it back together.”

  Levi turned back toward him. “You talked to Mickey?”

  “Yeah, when I was looking for you. Any luck salvaging it?”

  “No,” Levi said. “It looks like we
’ll have to just pull off what’s still usable and scrap the rest.”

  “Damn,” Cheney said, “I know what that bike meant to your dad. I’m sorry.”

  “Thanks,” Levi mumbled before turning and walking out. He was taking long strides and almost to the door again when Grant caught up to him.

  “You know, I could probably handle kicking out a few junkies on my own if you’re not up to it.”

  Levi pushed through the front door and out into the fresh air. It was hot and humid, but nowhere near as stuffy as it was in the office of that clubhouse. “It’s okay,” he told Grant just as he felt his phone vibrate. He looked at it and Grant looked at his at the same time. It was the address that Cheney had just texted them. With a sigh Levi said, “I guess we’ll go now.”

  Zoe got off the bus a few blocks away from the Pancake House. Her nana knew one of the waitresses that worked there. She was an older lady and she’d worked there for almost twenty years. Nana had told her to give her application directly to Doris and Doris would put in a good word for her when she gave it to her boss. Zoe would rather do it on her own, but she was being realistic. She hadn’t worked a real job since she was a teenager and worked part-time at the Waffle House. Without references and a job history, a connection was going to be her only hope. She had taken the “allowance” her grandfather left on the counter for her that afternoon because she needed money for the bus and a decent blouse to wear on her job hunt, but she couldn’t stand the thought of doing that every day. It would only make things more awkward between them, if that was possible.