Leon | a Bad Boy MC Motorcycle Club Romance

by Rose Cody

  “Oh, yeah?” Leon says as he pops an olive from the bunch in his hand into his mouth before getting up from his seat at the bar and following her down the length of it. “Why was that?”

  He smirks at her, watching her blush as she rubs the back of her neck.

  “It’s been a while, alright…” Alia whispers, looking into the dark kitchen as she makes her way down the short hallway to the utility closet before opening up the door and stepping inside.

  “I could tell.” He says, stepping in behind her.

  He wraps his arms around her waist, stopping her as she reaches for the broom, his hot breath tickling her neck.

  “You were so tight…” He whispers into her ear, his husky voice sending a shiver down her spine.

  She clears her throat, shaking him away as she turns around to look into his ice blue eyes, her face fully flushed and beet red.

  “Are you going to help me, or what?” She says, her voice shaking as the pit of her stomach begins to tingle.

  “Yeah.” He nods, his eyes heavy as he corner of his mouth curls up into a smirk, pulling the skin on his sharp jaw.

  “Help me with the mop bucket…” She whispers to him, pointing towards the yellow bucket in the corner of the closet.

  She walks over to the sink, blasting the hot water before walking over to the bucket and grabbing the mop in the basket to help maneuver it over to the drain in the floor.

  “Lift the back up.” She says, pulling a gallon of liquid detergent out from under the sink. “And pour it down the drain really slow, okay?”

  “No problem.” Leon says, slowly pouring the soiled water from two nights ago down the drain.

  Alia looks on, her fingers tingling as she watches his bicep twitch as he lowers the edge of the bucker closer and closer to the drain as the water level pours lower and lower.

  “When you’re done bring it over here.” She says, gently coughing the frog from her throat as she watches him straighten out his back as he stands up.

  She reaches up to the shelf over the sink, struggling to get her fingers onto the white plastic tub that she needs.

  “Let me get that for you…” Leon says, walking over and reaching up above her head.

  Alia bites her bottom lip, taking in a deep whiff of his spicy musk as his t-shirt lifts, hovering just above the waist of his jeans, revealing his deep, sculpted Adonis belt.

  “Here.” He says, handing her the bucket.

  “Thanks.” She whispers, taking the bucket from him and filling it with the hot water before gently pouring it into the mop bucket.

  She does another, and then another, filling the bucket before pouring in a little of the liquid detergent.

  “You sweep and I’ll come up from behind you with the mop.” Leon says, yawning slightly as he pushes the mop bucket with the mop, wobbling it along the floor as he leaves the closet.

  “Yeah, sure.” Alia smiles as she follows him out of the room, before stepping in front of him and laying the bristles of the broom on the floor.

  She pulls along, gathering the dust as she carefully watches Leon drag the mop back and forth, wetting the tiles.

  “You’re doing a good job.” She smiles, guiding her broom around the legs of the tables.

  “Thanks.” He smirks, his blue eyes glancing up at her.

  “Oh, darn!” She says, her heart sinking as she gazes over the wet floor. “I forgot the dustpan…”

  “No worries.” Leon says, taking the broom from her and sweeping the grime towards the entrance.

  He pushes open the heavy front door before flicking the dust out of the bar and onto the sidewalk.

  “The outside’s dirty anyway, so what does it matter?” He smirks.

  “Oh, my God.” She giggles. “I would be dead if I ever got caught doing that.”

  “So just don’t get caught.” He says, handing her back the broom and picking the mop handle back up.

  She shakes her head, biting her lips closed as she tries to control her beaming smile as she watches him get back to work pushing the mop back and forth.

  “You know…” He calls to her, leaning against the mop. “When we’re done, we should get outta here.”

  “Well, I don’t plan on staying after we’re done…” Alia laughs.

  “No, seriously.” He says, smirking. “I’ve got some place we can go…”

  “Leon.” She says, her face burning. “Last night…” She starts. “I don’t do that. I never do that. I don’t know what I was thinking… don’t… expect anything…”

  “Oh, was I expecting something?” He smirks, pushing the mop around again.

  She shakes her head, a soft smile making its way across her lips as she shrugs her shoulders.

  “Alright.” She says, getting back to sweeping. “Alright, I’ll come with you.”

  She sighs as they finish up, placing her hands on her hips as she looks around the bar.

  “No way I can get in trouble for this close.” She says, wiping her finger over the countertop.

  “Looks good.” Leon says, nodding his head.

  She watches, her heart beating steadily in his chest, as Leon grabs his leather jacket off the bar and slides his muscular arms inside of it before shifting the collar.

  “You coming for a ride?” He asks, smiling coyly as he points his thumb towards the door.

  “Yeah, let me get my bag.” She says, letting out a small giggle as she walks down the short hall to the closet before pulling her sweater off the hook and sliding her arms through the holes.

  She buttons it up, smoothing it over her curves before pulling her purse off the hook, too.

  “I gotta lock up!” She says as she walks back into the bar, her hand in her purse as she digs for her keys.

  “Let me pull around front.” He says, pulling open the large, heavy door to the bar before disappearing outside.

  “Got them.” Alia whispers to herself as she hurries over to the door, pulling it open after him and stepping outside into the night.

  She locks the door, her body tingling as she hears the rev of an engine as Leon starts his bike, the roar getting closer and closer as he pulls it out front.

  “Hop on!” He says, motioning behind him towards the little seat directly behind his hips.

  Alia bites her bottom lip, her heart racing as she slides herself onto the rumbling machine, pressing her bag against her stomach as she wraps her arms around his waist.

  She gasps as he revs his engine again, the butterflies in her stomach going wild as the bike vibrates between her legs.

  She squeals as they take off, the cool wind blowing around her ponytail as she rests her face against his back.

  Alia feels a roughness on her cheek and opens her eyes to look at the large embroidered patch on the back of Leon’s jacket.

  “The Rebel Keepers…” She whispers to herself as she brushes her fingers over the block lettering, her eyes locked on the threaded skull. “Who are they?”

  Chapter 6

  She holds on tightly as Leon swerves back and forth over the pothole covered street, their momentum the only thing keeping them upright as the wind blows through their hair.

  “Where are we going?” He asks, raising her voice over the noise as Leon turns onto a canopy covered street in an old neighbourhood.

  “The club house.” He says, leaning his head back and turning his neck slightly to speak to her. “But don’t worry. Most of the guys should be gone by now.”

  “The guys?” Alia asks, her stomach turning as Leon speeds up down the street.

  “They won’t bother you.” He says, shifting gears and making the engine rumble as he slows in front of a little shack, parking his bike on the street.

  Alia slides off of Leon’s bike, stepping down onto the sidewalk as he watches him kick down his kickstand before stepping onto the street.

  She looks over to the house as she hears the rickety front door creek open and watches an old man with a long, grey beard step outside onto the f
ront porch, his hand wrapped around a silver can of beer as he places a cigarette between his lips.

  He looks over to them, nodding his head hello as he sits down on an orange and white canvas folding lawn chair before kicking his feet up and resting them on the rotting deck rails.

  “Quiet night?” Leon calls as he steps up onto the sidewalk and walks up the crumbling front path to the porch.

  “Marko is sleeping on the couch, so no.” The old, bearded man says as he takes a swig of his beer. “His snoring is loud as hell.”

  “Anyone in the bedroom?” Leon asks, chuckling as he steps up on the step.

  “Nah, all yours, I’m leavin’ soon. My old lady has shit for me to do in the morning.” The old man says, leaning his head against the paint chipped siding. “You kids have fun.”

  Alia blushes nervously as the old man winks at her as she follows Leon up the porch. She hesitates as he opens up the front door, glancing over at the man’s sleeveless black shirt, her eyes trailing over the very same logo that’s embroidered on the back of Leon’s jacket.

  “Have a good night, sweetheart.” She hears him say as they enter the house.

  “Shhh….” Leon hushes, his eyes smiling as he turns around to bring his finger up to his mouth as he listens to the man on the couch. “Hopefully we won’t have to hear that all night…”

  Alia giggles, covering her mouth as she follows Leon up a set of beige, carpeted stairs before reaching the second floor.

  “A bedroom?” Alia says, squinting playfully as he pushes open a white painted door.

  “Hey, we’re just relaxin’ not a big deal.” Leon says, smirking, as he steps inside the room before kicking his boots off into the corner.

  Alia enters the room, walking over to the low sitting bed in the middle of the floor before sinking down onto the mattress. She turns towards Leon, watching as he slides off his leather jacket before tossing it to the ground to rest on top of his boots.

  “What’s that patch mean?” Alia asks as she watches him turn around to face her as he pulls his shirt over his head, her breath hitching as she gazes over his tight, deeply defined abs, dark short hair trailing down the center of his V shaped Adonis belt, his jeans low on his waist. “The one on the back of your jacket. That man had the same picture on his shirt.”

  “The Rebel Keepers.” Leon says, tossing his shirt over into the corner to join the rest of his outfit. “That’s the name of our organization.”

  “You’re part of a club?” She asks, nervously picking at her cuticles. “A motorcycle gang?”

  “You could say that…” Leon says, walking over to the mattress before sitting down on it on the opposite side of her.

  “Well, what would you say?” She asks, sliding her hands into the wrists of her sweater.

  “Yeah, I would say that.” Leon says quietly.

  “I used to work at a law firm, you know.” Alia whispers uncomfortably. “I know all about the kind of shit gangs pull.”

  “Yeah.” He says, chuckling as he leans back onto a pillow, resting his head against the wall. “Lots of shit going down here, right?”

  “I’m just sayin…” Alia says, clearing her throat.

  “Look, I won’t lie to you. I know you’re too smart for that…” He starts, rolling his head towards her. “But we’re small town. We open our branches in areas the bigger gangs want but don’t care enough to be stationed in. We’re not murdering people left and right. No shootouts here. We’re just… a place holder.”

  “A place holder for the bad guys…” Alia whispers, gazing into his blue eyes.

  “Now come on, Alia…” Leon whispers. “Do I look like a bad guy to you?”

  “Yeah, you do.” She smirks, blushing as she looks his tight body over.

  “But you kind of like it, don’t you?” He says, biting his bottom lip.

  She squints her eyes at him, going bright red as she tries to hide her smile.

  “Maybe a little…” She says, giggling as she watches him roll onto his side. “I just don’t want to get in trouble…”

  “I’ll keep you safe…” He whispers back to her, wrapping his fingers around her hand as his thumb brushes the back of her hand, over her soft skin. “And besides… there’s no trouble here for you to get into.

  She nods her head as he pulls her in closer, his hands brushing up the side of her waist before gliding up her neck, his fingers holding her chin, lifting it up as he presses his lips against hers.

  Alia relaxes into the bed, resting her head on the pillow as she watches Leon sit up from under her heavily hooded eyes as he gets to his knees, the muscles in his shoulders contracting as he crawls towards the middle of the mattress.

  He kisses her knees over her jeans as his hands trail up her thighs before he hooks his fingers into the waist of her pants, pulling them away from her hips before sliding his fingers over to her button down fly and unbuttoning her buttons.

  “Lift your bum up…” He sighs, his voice quiet as Alia pushes herself up from the bed, the butterflies in her stomach tumbling as Leon slowly pulls her jeans and panties over her bottom and down her thighs.

  She gulps deeply, swallowing hard as Leon lifts up her legs as he pulls her jeans down her calves and over her feet before tossing them away, over into the corner along with his shirt and jacket.

  “Yeah…” He whispers, as he pulls her knees apart, before laying on his belly between her legs, rubbing his hands up and down the outside of her bare thighs as he closes the gap between them.

  Alia gasps, quickly inhaling, as Leon gently brushes the very tip of his finger over her protruding lips, his hot breath tickling them as he gently parts her folds, spreading her lips apart and revealing her soaking center.

  She shifts her hips, closing her eyes and biting her bottom lip to ground her as she feels Leon’s finger begin to slowly rub up and down against her entrance before pulling his soaking finger up against her sex to pull back her delicate hood to reveal her tingling pearl.

  She gasps as he presses against her clit before slowly swirling his finger around, rubbing back and forth as the heat begins to rise deep inside her belly.

  “I’m gunna make you cum…” Leon whispers as he pulls his finger away from her aching clit before placing it in his mouth and sucking away her flavor.

  She nods, moaning out, her fingers pulling on the sheets below them as Leon brushes his lips against her pussy, his nose pressing against her tender skin as he drags his hot, wet tongue against her entrance.

  He laps at her wetness, his fingers pulling her pussy lips apart as he sinks his tongue into her entrance, swirling it against her walls before licking up to her sensitive, tingling clit.

  Alia holds her breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she feels Leon’s lips wrap around her pearl before she lets it out in a gasping moan as he sucks her clit into his mouth, pulling on it and nibbling on it gently with his teeth.

  “Oh… don’t stop…” She moans out as she feels the tip of Leon’s finger on her entrance, slowly circling around her hole before pressing inside, sinking it in deep.

  She moans, letting her head fall to the side as Leon pumps his finger back and forth, in and out, as he sucks on her sex.

  “I’m…” She gasps, her words falling away as she feels her body begin to stiffen, a heat eradiating from her center as electrified tingles make their way to the tip of her fingers and toes as she lets out an unintentional grunt, the sensitive walls of her pussy spasming around his finger as her aching pearl tries to bounce up and down between his lips.

  She moans out in protest as Leon smiles, letting go of her sensitive clit and slowly sliding his soaking wet finger out from between her folds.

  “Don’t worry…” He whispers, his voice hush and harsh as he gets to his knees. “We’re not done yet.”

  Alia watches from under hooded eyelids as Leon unbuttons his fly before pulling down the zipper and pushing down his jeans and boxers in one swift motion, his stiffness standing at atten
tion between them as he rubs his soaking wet finger against the underside of his cock, sliding it slowly up and down before wrapping his finger around his shaft and pumping it up and down against his palm.

  She smiles softly, moaning for him as she watches his head slowly tilt to the side as Leon pleasures himself, readying his meat, before he clears his throat and closes the gap between them.

  “Come here…” He says, coyly smirking, his eye blue eyes twinkling as he grabs her by the hips, sinking his fingers into her flesh before pulling her up onto his lap.