Larson: An Outlaw MC Bad Boy Romance

by Juliana Conners

  “Harlow, I think you should just go.”

  “Are you serious?”

  I’ve never been rejected by anyone before. And I’ve never even liked anyone before, except for her.

  I guess this is why I never let myself get close to anyone, except for my pararescue unit. It never ends up being worth it.

  “I just think it’s safest to not see each other until we have this all straightened out.”

  “Are you serious?”

  I pack my food back up and stand up from the table.

  “You are not the woman I thought you were.”

  “What do you mean?” she asks, as I head toward the door.

  You’re not the one for me, after all, I think. I guess I was right that there is no one for me.

  But I just say, “I guess it makes perfect sense, though. I was blind to who you really are.”

  I might as well lay it all out on the line now.

  She’s not into me enough anyway, and I’m mad at myself for thinking that it could work out.

  “And who is that?” she asks.

  “You’re someone who never takes chances, never risks anything. You settle. You wanted to be a doctor but you settled for physical therapist. You wanted true love with a good man but you settled for Tony.”

  I say his name in disgust, because I really can’t believe she was with him. And now that I think it all through, I’m not sure why I wanted to be with her, when this is her MO.

  She just stares at me, blinking as if in shock.

  “Have a good time excelling at the career that was your back- up plan,” I say, as I reach for the door. “It was nice getting to know you.”

  I’m ready to leave, forever, but she grabs my arm. I’m not sure if she’s mad or sad or what.

  “It certainly doesn’t sound like it,” she says, her eyes burning an accusatory hole into mine.

  “Doesn’t sound like what?”

  “Like you thought it was nice getting to know me. You think all these bad things about me. So what was so nice about it?”

  “Oh I don’t know,” I say, not wanting to give too much away about how I feel— or, rather, make that felt— about her. “Your dedication. Your smile. Your laugh. Your eyes. Your ass. But I’m not going to go on and on, when we’re over before we could really start.”

  It’s so stupid to be pouring my heart out to someone who isn’t interested. I open the door and take one step forward. But then she wraps her arms around me, and kisses me.

  Chapter 34

  I don’t know why I kissed him. I’m never this forward. But he was about to leave, and he was saying such nice things about me. And even the mean things he’d said before were kind of… true.

  He returns my kiss and we stumble back inside where he pushes me up against my front door. His tongue plunges relentlessly into my mouth while his cock rises up against my hips.

  “You’re right,” I tell him, gasping for air as he continues to kiss me and press himself into me. “I want you. I would be so dumb to not want you. I’ve wanted you since the day first day I saw you.”

  He spins me around and nudges me towards the bedroom. His hands trace the length of my spine as he walks behind me, and by the time we reach the entry of my room, he’s lifted the shirt above my head. I take it off and he is quick to unsnap my bra.

  “Turn around,” he orders, and I do, my bra falling to the floor as he stares at my breasts. “They look even better than I imagined,” he says, pulling me to him and kissing me again as he presses my breasts together in his hand. “I love your body. It is so beautiful.”

  He gets down on his hands and knees and begins to kiss my neck and then my breasts. I feel none of the self- consciousness I’d always felt when I was with Tony, even years after being with him.

  With every touch Harlow makes it obvious how much he really does love my body. He puts one of my nipples into his mouth and slowly licks and sucks on it, as he takes my other nipple in his fingers and lightly rubs it.

  “Oh my god. Harlow.”

  I feel the excitement rising within me as he continues to lick and play with my nipples.

  “I’m not officially your patient right now, am I?” he asks, as he looks me up and down.

  “No. Unfortunately not.”

  “Well good then,” he says, as he stands me up and begins unbuttoning my jeans. “Because then I can do this.”

  He removes my jeans— I’m grateful that I was barefoot when he came over— but leaves my panties on. I’m doubly grateful that I’m wearing a thong, and not ugly granny panties. He slowly traces his finger over my panties, lightly teasing me until I moan.

  “I want to touch you,” he says, “and then I want to fuck you.”

  He presses my ass into his clothed cock while he runs his hands up and down my ass. He peers over my shoulder and says, “My hands look so good on your ass.”

  He pulls the strap of my thong to the side and runs his finger along my ass crack. Then he pulls himself away from me and slips his other hand into the front of my panties. Moving a finger along under my thong, he makes his way to the opening of my pussy.

  “You’re so wet for me,” he says, as he traces my lips with his finger. “I can already feel it.”

  He pushes a finger inside of me and I can’t help but moan his name.

  “Harlow.”

  “That’s right. This is my pussy now.”

  He puts another finger inside me and pushes in and out while he rubs my clit with his other hand. My thong is now pulled back and I’m completely exposed to him as his hands do what they want to me.

  “I’m going to make you come standing up,” he tells me, as if it’s a physical therapy test he’s determined to pass. I have to hand it to him for having such a lofty goal— no one has ever made me come standing up, before. “And then I’m going to lay you down and fuck you.”

  He takes off his shirt and I trace my fingers over his well- defined abs. Then he bends down again and takes off my panties. My pussy is exposed to him and he spreads its lips open while he places his own lips on it.

  I groan as he licks my clit while fingering my pussy hole. And then he switches his up, placing his tongue in my hole while he fingers my clit. His rhythm feels so good that I grab onto his hair. I feel weak- kneed.

  “I don't know if I'm going to be able to stand up much longer,” I whisper, as heat radiates through my body.

  “Good, then I’m doing my job correctly,” Harlow says.

  After a few last pulses of his tongue and rubbing with his finger, I’ve reached the height of pleasure.

  “Oh my god,” I practically shout, hoping my neighbors can’t hear me. “I’m coming. In your mouth.”

  “That’s it. Drip your wet pussy juices into my mouth,” he says, lapping up my cum as I let go completely.

  I bend my back and feel a million sensations ripple through my body as I finish the longest orgasm of my life.

  “Oh my god, that felt so good,” I say, as Harlow picks me up and lays me down on the bed. “Do you need a break?”

  “Just a short one,” I say, panting and out of breath. “I don’t have the same level of stamina as you.”

  “And so the student becomes the teacher,” he says, and I laugh.

  He holds me tight as I look at his sexy body in amazement.

  Maybe this could really work, I think to myself.

  But I keep wanting to pinch myself, to make sure I’m not dreaming. Maybe it’s too good to be true. Maybe, like Lance says— and Lance was spot on about Tony— Harlow is just a player, and I’m his latest conquest. Harlow’s right that I could do better than Tony but there’s a reason I’ve always stayed away from guys like Harlow.

  I reach my head up and kiss Harlow on the cheek. Too late. I’ve already gotten too close to back out now.

  Chapter 35

  I take Whitney’s kiss as a sign that she’s ready for the next round. I can’t stop looking at her naked body, and touching her soft skin. I’m gla
d I accomplished my goal of making her feel so good. And now I want to take her, claim her as my own while I keep making her feel even better.

  I turn her over so that she’s lying on her stomach.

  “Oooh,” she says teasingly, as I run my hand down her naked back. “What a way to start out.”

  “You know it,” I tell her. “I want our first time to be magical and memorable, not the traditional missionary position.”

  Although I wouldn’t mind being in that position— and any and every position— with her in the future, of course.

  I take off my shoes, pants and underwear while I kiss her neck and then my lips make their way down to her back and her perfectly round ass. I slip on a condom as I knead her ass, which makes my dick hard as a rock.

  I get onto the bed and sit behind her, pulling her ass up to my cock while her head rests on the pillow.

  “You just relax and keep feeling good,” I tell her. “Let me do the work.”

  I put my cock up against her pussy and I can feel it throbbing desperately for her. I might even feel embarrassed at how much I want her, if I weren’t so turned on.

  I slide through her wet and welcome opening and she moans as I slip inside her. I love her she moans. When I’m almost all the way inside, a tiny gasp escapes her mouth.

  “I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”

  I pause.

  “No. I mean. It’s fine. Keep going.”

  I continue until I’m all the way inside her and then I gently pump while she starts moaning again. I love how tight and wet her pussy feels when my cock is all the way inside it. I can’t restrain myself now, and I push in and out of her at full force.

  “Yes. Harlow. Yes!”

  I hold onto her shoulders and then her hair. I pull her hair and she doesn’t even cry out in pain. The only sound escaping her lips is pure pleasure.

  I’m excited that I’m making her feel so good, while I myself feel good too. It seems like the perfect balance that is usually so unattainable.

  I grip her hips and push myself into her further, faster, and harder. I’m panting and she’s groaning and calling out my name.

  “Whitney,” I say, wanting her to know how she makes me feel. “Whitney. Whitney. Whitney.”

  I feel her pussy tighten even more around my cock as her juices explode on it.

  “You’re making me come. I’m coming again.”

  “I’m coming too.”

  I feel the cum from my cock pulse into her, as her pussy spasms around it. I can’t remember ever feeling so good physically and emotionally after one fuck.

  It is just a fuck, right?

  We collapse together on the bed, my arms wrapped around her in a cuddle.

  I don’t fucking cuddle.

  I also don’t fucking come so quickly. But I haven’t been with anyone in a while thanks to having Whitney all up in my head. All I wanted to do was let myself go with her, physically and emotionally.

  What the hell am I doing?

  I hope to God that Jensen’s wrong, that this really is a real thing and that real things can actually last. Could I be fooling myself?

  Hell, just a couple weeks ago I thought this girl was my worst enemy. So what if I really am literally sleeping with the enemy?

  As I hear her breath slow down, and feel the relaxed comfort of the side of her hip in one of my hands and her soft, gorgeous brown hair in the other, I know I’m not going anywhere tonight.

  If I’m sleeping with the enemy, at least we just had out- of- this- world sex, and at least I’ll have sweet dreams before I wake up to my real- life nightmare.

  Chapter 36

  The first thing I see when I walk into my office is Dr. Davis.

  He’s sitting in my office chair. I freeze in the doorway, before saying a startled, “Hello?”

  “Whitney,” he says, and beckons at me to come in. “How nice to see you today. Please close the door.”

  I do it, if only out of complete shock. He’s acting like this is his office.

  Who let him in here? Who is allowing him to do this?

  The questions fly through my mind faster than any answers can come. But it’s obvious that he has more power and control here than I thought he did. I’d best tread carefully.

  I obediently sit down at the chair in front of my desk, which is supposed to be for patients. I wonder if Dr. Davis somehow knows what Harlow and I have been up to. Would Harlow have told him? Does he somehow have Harlow on some sort of high- tech top- secret surveillance? He sure does seem to keep close tabs on him.

  Dr. Davis is staring at me suspiciously, as if wondering how I’m going to play this. So I decide to play it cool— pick up where I’d left off with Dr. Davis, or tried to anyway— and not show any of my fear. Not that that’s as easy as it sounds when the plan first crosses my mind.

  “I’m so glad you’re here, too, Dr. Davis,” I say, taking a moment to regain my composure. I sit up straight in my chair and smile at him, as if nothing in the world is wrong. As if I didn’t just have sex with his prodigy patient. “I left you a message, and was hoping you’d get back to me soon about that. So thank you.”

  “Yes, I’m here to discuss Harlow, of course,” he says. “Which is something that obviously needs to happen.”

  “Obviously,” I say, trying to suppress a gulp.

  Is it possible that he’s really just here to discuss my voicemail and Harlow’s treatment plan? Could I be worrying for nothing?

  I try to relax.

  “He’s obviously not improving while working with you,” Dr. Davis says, with a frown.

  “I’m sorry. He’s… what?”

  “Not improving. Your message and your charts and notes are quite clear. We need to step up Harlow’s training. Have him work with someone more experienced, who can hopefully get better results out of him.”

  “Not improving? Dr. Davis, I don’t think you heard my voicemail correctly…”

  “Of course I did. But I’m beginning to think you’re the one who isn’t hearing me.”

  He leans back in his chair— my chair— and crosses his arms across his chest. I’m beginning to realize that the situation is worse than I could have possibly thought.

  “Dr. Davis,” I say, trying to sound firm and bold, as I pick up Harlow’s file that he had left in front of him on my desk, “My notes have well documented that—”

  “That Harlow is behind in many areas. That he needs a lot of extra therapy.”

  I flip frantically through the pages, until I find some of my notes. Except, they’re not my notes. They have my signature attached to them, but they are not what I put into the system.

  I had printed out my notes to go over them with Lance and Dr. Davis. So at least I know I have the originals, but these are not them. Where I had given Harlow glowing reviews on his assessments, this imposter’s copy shows that he is lacking in many areas.

  “I… I don’t understand…” I falter, at the same time that I’m beginning to think I do.

  At first, I think that someone must have mistakenly switched my notes in Harlow’s file with those of a different patient. Then, broaching the possibility that it was something more nefarious, I begin to think that someone purposefully changed them.

  But then I realize that that “someone” was Dr. Davis. And the light must dawn in my eyes, because he nods his head at me knowingly.

  “Of course you understand,” he says. “You know exactly where Harlow stands. Even though you may have wanted to exaggerate how well he’s doing since you have a romantic interest in him. You know that’s not what’s best for the patient. You have to be truthful even when you wish the patients were doing better than they are.”

  “Dr. Davis, these are not my notes,” I begin to say, feeling my face redden with heat and anger.

  I was right about him all along, and I should have trusted my initial instincts. I’m determined to stand up to him.

  At first I thought he was lying about how far Harlow had come in his rec
overy but now I realize that for some reason he’s lying about how little progress Harlow has made. It makes no sense, but I’m certain I can get to the bottom of it.

  “Yes, they are your notes,” he says, leaning forward to glare at me. “And we can work this one of two ways. A way that’s good for you, or a way that’s bad for you.”

  He cocks his head to the side, to make sure I’m listening.

  “I’m sure you know that I have everyone in this place in my back pocket. They listen to anything and everything I say. So it all depends on how you want me to spin this. I can go out there and tell your boss that we had a nice chat and I appreciate the work you’ve done with Harlow but that you and I have decided he needs a higher level of treatment. I will give a glowing performance review and recommend that they keep you around here, for your ability to help Harlow as much as you could and to recognize when he needs very experienced care.”

  Dr. Davis clears his throat, and then continues.

  “Or I can go tell them that you don’t know what you’re doing, that you slowed down Harlow’s progress even more, and that you should be terminated immediately. And just what do you think they will do if I tell them that?”

  I look at him, but don’t say anything.

  I know they would terminate me. He’s right. He’s like a god around here and I’m a brand new intern.

  Now it makes sense as to why he chose me to work with Harlow. He thought he could intimidate me into doing whatever he wants. He’s since realized I won’t, but he doesn’t care because he knows they’ll never believe me over him. So he just threatens to get me fired if I dare challenge him.

  “Whitney? Are you all right? Or did our friendly little chat scare you?”

  I just sit here, not saying anything. I don’t know what there is to say at this point, as he’s clearly got me right where he wants me.

  “There, there,” he says, getting up from my desk and walking around to pat me on my shoulders. “I knew you’d see it my way. Everyone always does. I’ll just go out there and let them know that we had this nice little talk. I’ll go with Option A for the time being, but if I hear a protesting squeak out of you, I’ll be sure to have Plan B as a backup.”