Leon | a Bad Boy MC Motorcycle Club Romance (5 page)

Chapter 8

“Yes. Things are fine.” Alia says into the phone as she cashes out an order, placing the bills into the cash register drawer as she holds the phone with her cheek against her shoulder. “I know, dad.” She says, pushing the drawer shut. “Yes, I’ll be home right after work. And yes, I’ll make sure Jason remembers to keep the light above the sink on…”

  Her heart skips in her chest as she watches the heavy wooden door to the bar swing open, six of seven leather vested men walking through the door before making their way over to a table in the back.

“I got to let you go, dad.” Alia says, unable to contain her smile as she watches Leon walk through the door and split away from the rest of his group. “Some people are waiting. Okay. Love you, too.”

  She hangs up the phone before resting it down on the counter beside the till as she hurries back behind the bar.

“Long time, no see.” Leon says as he leans on his elbows against the bar top.

“Look who it is…” Alia smirks as she reaches into the cooler and pulls out enough beer for their entire group before beginning to uncap the bottles.

  She slides them over to him, holding her hand longer than usual against the neck of the bottle as Leon’s hands brush against her fingers.

“You got me in trouble, you know…” She says, biting her bottom lip to try and hide her smirk as she pushes over more uncapped bottles. “That stunt you pulled… You didn’t have to kiss me with my mom watching, you know…”

“Why not?” Leon says, his voice hushed. “Your parents don’t let you kiss boys?”

“They say you’re up to no good.” She says, turning around and looking over her shoulder at him with sexily hooded eyes.

“Well, they’re right, aren’t they?” Leon says, standing up straight as he grabs the beers from the bar before turning around and walking away to give the bottles to his group.

  The butterflies in her stomach tumble as she watches him walk away, his jeans hugging his muscular thighs as he walks.

  She watches out of the corner of her eye as places the bottle on the table before he slides his jacket off of his shoulders before laying it over the back of a chair.

“Two more!” He says, jogging over, his bicep contracting as he lifts his two fingers into the air.

“Alright.” Alia says, as she pulls two more beer from out of the cooler before opening the bottles.

  She slides the bottles across the bar towards him, tingles running up and down her arms as Leon slides his fingers up her wrists.

“I get to see you again tonight, right?” He asks, his voice husky as he leans over the bar top, his breath tickling her ear.

“I told you…” She says, feeling the heat in her belly rise as she shakes her head. “You got me in trouble. I have to go home right after I close.”

“Well, then I guess I’m coming over.” Leon says, winking as he walks away with the bottles.

“Yeah, right.” Alia says sarcastically, giggling as she shakes her head. “See you there.”

Chapter 9

   She walks up her front path, the dim solar lights illuminating the sidewalk as she steps up the front porch.

“Hi.” She says, looking up from her feet as the door opens in front of her, her father standing in the doorway before stepping out of her way.

  She walks inside, kicking off her shoes as she looks back at her dad before placing her purse on the table by the door.

“You didn’t have to wait up for me, you know.” Alia says, shaking her head as she looks up at her dad. “I was coming right home…”

“I just want to make sure there was no funny business.” He says, closing the door behind him and locking it before walking out of the living room and into the kitchen.

“I’m home!” She says, watching her dad drink a glass of water. “What kind of funny business could I possibly get into? You have to work tomorrow; I can’t believe you would stay up like this…”

“Alright…” Her dad says, clearing his throat as he places his glass in the sink.

“Go to bed, dad.” She says, pulling off her sweater. “I’m going to have a shower then I’m going to get to bed, too.”

  She watches as her dad walks down the hall, turning right to go into his room before he shuts the door behind him.

  She leans against the counter, sighing out and rubbing her fisted fingers over her eyes before reaching up to the back of her head and pulling the elastic off her ponytail.

  Alia walks down the dark hallway, passing her parent’s bedroom, careful not to make a ruckus as she makes her way into the bathroom.

  She steps onto the cold tile with her socked feet before closing the door behind her and locking it by pushing in the doorknob.

  She unbuttons her cardigan, before sliding it off of her arms and hanging it on the hook behind the bathroom door, the ivory buttons scratching lightly against the wood as her sweater swings.

  Alia pulls her t-shirt over her head, sighing as she tosses it to the ground before unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the floor, too.

  She walks over to the tub, turning on the hot water and letting it run over her fingers before adjusting the temperature with the cold water tap.

  She pushes down her pants, letting them fall, along with her panties, before kicking them to the side and stepping into the tub.

    She shivers as she pushes the curtain closed before bending down and lifting the lever to turn on the shower’s spray before quickly stepping back as the water begins to fall.

  Alia steps under the droplets, first wetting her shoulder, then her legs, before finally stepping under the showerhead and submerging herself in the spray to wet her hair.

  “Lovely…” She whispers to herself as she leans back, letting the droplets fall on her face before reaching for a bottle of sweet smelling apple shampoo.

  She squirts a dollop onto her palm before rubbing it against the top of her head, lathering it up as she works it from roots to ends.

  Alia closes her eyes as she leans back under the running water, threading her fingers through her hair to rinse before she picks up her loofah, squeezing it in her hand before covering it in her body wash.

  She washes herself quickly, the heat of the water and the lavender of the soap readying her for bed as she struggles to stay awake any longer.

  She quickly rinses herself off before turning off the water and stepping out of the shower into the chilly bathroom air.

  Alia pulls a towel off the rack, placing it over her head and rubbing it back and forth over her wet hair before sliding it down her skin to wick away the droplets.

  She wraps the fluffy towel around her chest, pushing the loose edge in under her armpit before she reaches for her brush and pulls the bristles through the wet strands of her hair.

“They can’t treat me like a child forever…” She says to herself as she picks up and elastic from the bathroom counter, snapping it against her wrist before pulling her hair to the side.

  She braids it, carefully pulling one side over the other before wrapping the elastic around the tail and tossing it back over her shoulder.

“But I guess I can’t blame them.” She whispers, picking up her clothes from the ground. “Now that they got me back, they probably don’t want me leaving again.”

  She huffs as she stands before looking in the mirror one last time.

“Like I have anywhere to go… or anyone to take me…”

  She pulls open the bathroom door, quietly stepping out into the hallway before rushing into her bedroom and shutting the door behind her.

  She lets her towel fall to the floor before she drops her dirty clothes on top of it and kicks the pile to the side on her way to her dresser.

  Alia opens the second drawer from the top, pulling out a large, grey oversized t-shirt before sliding her arms through it and pulling it over her body to cover her up, her damp braid staining the fabric darker along her shoulder.

“Ugh…” She groans as she walks over to her bed, letting herself fall to the mattress before crawling under the covers.

  She rests her head against the pillow, closing her eyes as she sinks into her covers, her mind drifting off to sleep.

   She opens her eyes, her heart stopping, as she hears her window pane rattle, a distinct knock coming from just outside.

“What the hell was that?” She asks herself, not moving a muscle as her chest pounds in her ears.

  Alia takes a deep breath as she gathers up the courage before slowly turning her head towards her window just as another set of knocks hit it.

“Leon!” She shouts before quickly covering her mouth as she sits up.

  She slides off of her bed, walking quickly over to her window before opening it up for the waving man.

“Leon!” She says again, whispering this time as she sticks her head out of the window. “What are you doing here?”

“I told you…” He says, shooing her back as he climbs through the window before falling down to the floor. “I told you, I’m coming over…”

“You can’t be here, Leon!” She whispers, covering her mouth as she tries to stifle a giggle. “You can’t just climb through my window!”

“I wanted to see you again…” He says, getting up to his feet before stepping out of his boots.

“My parents are home…” She says, stepping back as she watches him gaze around her room. “They’re only just across the hall! They’re going to hear you!”

  He steps forward towards her, wrapping his arms around her waist as he pulls her in close, leaning down to whisper into her ear.

“You’re a grown woman, right?” He asks her, his breath tickling her. “Can your parents really tell you no boys allowed?”

Alia turns around, nodding her head up and down as she bites her bottom lip, her brown doe eyes connecting with his heavy ice blue ones.

“My dad was right… you are so much trouble…” She whispers, standing up on her tippy toes as he lifts her chin before he places a soft kiss against her lips.

“Yeah, I guess I do feel like getting into some trouble right now…” He says, backing her up before gently pushing her down onto her bed.

“They’re in the next room…” She whispers, sighing out as she feels Leon’s finger tips drag against her calves as he stands over her.

“Well then. You’re just going to have to be a little quieter this time…”

  She gasps, covering her mouth with the palm of her hand as Leon grabs her by the hips, pulling her forward towards him as he kneels down in front of her on the floor.

“Be gentle…” She whispers, her face flushing as Leon spreads her knees apart, resting them on his shoulders as he leans in, his breath tickling her tingling sex.

“No…” He whispers back to her, his voice harsh as he tries to stay hush. “I want to see how quiet you can be…”

  She bites her bottom lip, moaning deep in her throat as she feels the tip of Leon’s finger spread her folds apart before roughly sinking inside of her.

“Oh…” She sighs, her finger tips gripping the covers as Leon enters her with another finger, spreading her further as he pumps them in and out, curling them up to press against the top of her walls.

“Shh…” He whispers, his hot breath tickling her aching clit as he leans into her, pressing his nose against the inside of her thigh as he kisses her skin, trailing his lips down until he reaches her folds.

  Alia’s back arches as he presses his tongue against her sex, licking up between her folds before swirling the muscle around her tingling pearl.

  He sucks it into his mouth like it were candy, flicking his tongue under her hood as he pulls it further and further into his mouth…

“Oh, Leon… I’m gunna…” She moans, reaching over to the head of her bed to grab her pill before pressing it against her face as Leon’s fingers pump in and out of her as her body begins to stiffen.

“God….” She moans, pushing the pillow against her face as her toes curl, her walls spasming as she presses her shoulders into the mattress, her aching clit bouncing up and down as Leon sucks it between his lips.

  She pants into her pillow as Leon pulls his fingers out from between her lips, licking away her slick before he presses his tongue over her soaking entrance to devour her juices.

  He wipes his mouth as he gets up from his knees, pushing her legs back as he reaches across her to pull the pillow off her face.

“No, that’s cheating…” He smirks, tossing the pillow back up to the head of her bed. “You’re just going to have to take it…”

  She moans as he grabs her hand, pulling her up from the bed to her feet in front of him before Leon turns her around and bends her over until she rests with her elbows on the bed.

  Her whole body tingles as she listens to his zipper slide down before feeling the palms of his hands caress her flesh, his fingertips digging in as he spreads her cheeks apart.

  Alia lets out a shaking breath as she feels the thick tip of his cock press against her wet entrance, her heart beating in her chest wildly as she feels him slide it up and down between her lips, coving his tip with her juices before he roughly presses inside of her.

She stifle as moan as she feels him slide his hand up her back, pushing her down even further as his hips connect with hers before quickly pulling out and rubbing himself up and down against her sex once again.

  Alia hisses as she feels Leon buck into her, sinking his cock in deeply as he finds his pace, this thickness dragging roughly against her slick walls as he pumps himself in and out.

“Oh…” Alia grunts deeply, biting her knuckles as Leon fucks her, his cock swelling, stretching her as he comes close to his end.

“Not yet…” He moans, pulling away from her and pushing her down onto the bed.

  He sits down beside her, sinking into her mattress as she rolls over to face him, her legs shaking as she gets to her knees before crawling over to him.

  Alia straddles his lap, his stiffness rubbing against the inside of her thigh as she presses her lips against his while his hand trails up her back, under her shirt.

“Let’s take this off…” He whispers to her, sighing out as he begins to pull her top away from her body, sliding it over her shoulders and off of her arms before throwing it to the side.

“Leon…” She moans, closing her eyes as he cups her breasts, massaging them before dragging his hands around to her back.