The Outlaw Biker's Betrayal: A Bad Boy MC Romance

by Sienna Wiliiams

  “Hey, are you okay?” I barely heard someone say as they killed the engine to their car. I looked up in a daze and my face turned bright red when I saw who it was. It was him! I jumped up completely forgetting about the dizzy state that I was in.

  “Oh yes, I’m fine just a little hot.” I said a bit nervously. The man furrowed his brow in concern.

  “You don’t look okay,” he said walking closer to me. “You look like you’re about to pass out.” I blushed when he was within arm’s reach of me then. He stuck his hand in his pants pocket and handed me a rag. “Take it, this is clean.” I took the rag out of his hand and smiled.

  “Thank you” I said and just stared at the man. He was still wearing his jacket and I couldn’t understand that. It was too hot to be wearing a leather jacket.

  “Um, are you going to use it?” he asked confused.

  “Huh?” I said stupidly.

  “There’s sweat running down your face. Don’t you want to wipe it off?” I blushed in humiliation once I processed what he had said. I wiped my face furiously with the towel.

  “Sorry,” I said embarrassed. He gave me a small smile.

  “Its fine,” he said and sat on the lower step. “Are you waiting for your ride or something?” he asked looking at my now dry face. I shook my head.

  “No I walked here; I needed to drop a book off.”

  “You walked outside in this heat? You must not live too far from here.” I couldn’t believe that he said that wearing that hot jacket.

  “I live about thirty-five minutes away by foot.” His mouth hung open wide and I saw the perfect rows of white teeth in his mouth.

  “Are you serious?” he asked incredulously. He shook his head in disbelief, “Look I know that I am a stranger and all, but let me at least take you home. You look like you’ll pass out any minute now.” I couldn’t believe he just offered me a ride home. “I’m sure your mother wouldn’t want you dying from heat stroke out here. That was your mother in the store right?” I smiled on the inside when I realized that he remembered me. That made me so happy.

  “Yeah, but my mother told me to never accept rides from strangers,” I said jokily with him. He laughed.

  “I bet, especially strangers with motorcycles.” I flushed then. I’m pretty sure that this man knew what the people of our town said about motorcyclists. There weren’t too many people who approved of them. “I won’t hurt you or nothing, besides this town is small. If I hurt you people would find out right away that I was the one who did it.” He stood up then and held his hand out to me and with a blush on my face, I took it. “I’m Justin by the way, what’s your name.” Justin helped me up and held my hand as he helped me walk down the stairs. His hand was large and cool despite the heat.

  “I’m Leah,” I said and he went back to the stairs and picked up my bag and handed it to me.

  “Very nice to meet you Leah,” With the way he spoke to me and how gentle he was acting, I knew that people were wrong about motorcyclists. Justin had to be one of the sweetest guys that I’ve ever met. I still think he was a bit mysterious, but he didn’t behave anyway like how my mother said that people like him behaved. He got the helmet that was attached to the side of his bike and placed it on my head. I was sure that my curls would be matted and sweated out by the time I got back to my house. My mother was even wrong about this; he did care about my safety. He got on his bike and reached his hand out to help me on. “Hold on tight,” he said once I was in place. I wrapped my arms around his back feeling like I was in a dream. The leather of his jacket was hot to touch, but the way that he smelled drew me in deeper. I closed my eyes as I heard the hum of his engine and felt the ripples of his abs.

  Chapter Three

  “Can you actually drop me off here?” I yelled hoping that he could hear me with all of the air that was blowing in his ears. I asked him to drop me off around the corner from my home where the city was building more homes. He stopped the motorcycle.

  “Sure,” he looked up and down the street. “But I know that you don’t live in any of these homes.” I was glad that he was facing forward and couldn’t see my face.

  “I live on the next block, my mother would be pretty mad if I came home this way.”

  “I know what people say about us,” Justin said and helped me off of the motorcycle. I didn’t want to take the helmet off because I feared my hair would look terrible, but his hands gently tugged it off of me. “And they’re right.” He said once the helmet was off. I pulled the rag that he gave me out of my purse and wiped my face with it and I pulled matted strings of hair out of my face.

  “I don’t think that about motorcyclists” I said looking him in the eyes. “I think you’re kind. You just randomly helped a stranger out without an ulterior motive.” Justin was the exact opposite of what people stereotyped people like him to be like. He was kind, gentle, and so much more. Justin smiled at me.

  “Listen to their warning though, they’re not all wrong.” Justin said again and snapped the helmet on the side of his motorcycle. He walked back over to it and got back on. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye yet! I wanted to know more about him and maybe spend some time with him again.

  “Justin,” I said nervously. He looked back at me and started up his motorcycle again. I took a deep breath. “I don’t really do things like this,” I used that very clichéd line. “But I’d like to get to know you a little bit better. Can I have your number?” Justin stared at me for a long while and my face began heating up under his stare. He smiled.

  “Well…. I can’t say no to such a cute girl.” He said and I grinned. Justin told me his number and I saved it into my phone with lightning speed “Call me sometimes,” He revved up his bike, made a U-turn in the street and was gone. I stood in the middle of the street with a toothy grin on my face. I walked the short distance to my house feeling absolutely amazing.

  “I’m home!” I said opening the door to the house. I could smell my mother cooking in the kitchen.

  “What took you so long?” I walked into the kitchen and kissed my mother on the cheek. I didn’t know why I did it though. It was probably because I was filled with so much happiness. “What’s gotten into you?” she asked surprised by my sudden affection.

  “Nothing much,” I shrugged and looked to see what she was cooking. Pork chops, wild rice, and Brussels sprouts. “Smells good,” I said and went over to the refrigerator.

  “Wash your hands first.” My mother said before I touched the door. I walked over to the sink and turned the water on. I felt as if I was walking on clouds and I kept smiling every time I imagined Justin’s face. Today turned out to be a great day. I grabbed some juice out of the refrigerator and headed straight to my room.

  * * * * * *

  Later that night after my mother and I had got done eating and we went to bed, I lie in my bed staring up at the ceiling. I tossed and turned because I couldn’t go to sleep. Reaching on my nightstand, I picked up my phone. It was after midnight. I wondered what Justin was doing at the moment. I doubted that he was asleep. I wanted to text him to see what he was doing, but I didn’t want to seem like I was desperate. I looked at my phone long and hard wondering what I was going to do. If I didn’t text him, I probably wouldn’t be able to fall asleep because I’d be too busy beating myself up and calling myself a coward. Then I remembered that he’d given me his number, but I never gave him mine. I’ll use this opportunity to text him so that he could have my number. I sent him a quick text. Sorry, I know it’s late, but I never gave you my number. Here you go. This is Leah by the way. I hit send and lied on my side. After ten minutes passed me by without a text, I assumed that he was sleeping. When my phone started vibrating signaling that someone was calling me, I looked at it with wide eyes. I cleared my throat and answered it.

  “Hey,” I said trying to seem like I wasn’t surprised by his call.

  “Hey you,” his deep voice resonated in my ear. His voice sounded at ease and filled with confidence. “Shouldn’t y
ou be in bed?” he asked me and I chuckled trying my best to keep my voice down.

  “Do you know any eighteen year olds with a 12 o clock curfew?” there was a pause for a few moments. At first I thought that he had hung up, but when I looked at my phone and saw that I was still connected with him, I became a little worried.

  “You’re eighteen?” he finally asked. Was that bad?

  “Yes, is that a problem?” I didn’t know why I asked that question, but I did.

  “No, not really,” he said.

  “How old are you?” I asked almost afraid by what his answer was going to be. I was starting to think that maybe he thought I was too young to be talking too.

  “Twenty-five,” I knew he was older than me, but I wouldn’t have figured he was that much older than me.

  “Oh,” there wasn’t much that I could say to that. I decided to change the subject then. “Sorry I texted you so late, I didn’t disturb you did I?” I didn’t want him to think that I was boring so I tried to keep the conversation going. Plus, I wanted to hear his voice some more.

  “Not at all, I wouldn’t have called you if you did.” Well I felt stupid for asking him that. “What are you doing?” he asked me then.

  “Oh nothing, at home but I’m not ready to go to sleep yet.” I heard him laughing.

  “What? An eighteen year old not partying on the weekend? I’d have to see it to believe it.” Was it so hard to believe that I was at home instead of out?

  “I had no plans for the night so I decided to stay home.” That was a lie. My mother didn’t allow me to go out at night anymore, not since the motorcyclists came to our town. He paused again, almost like he was searching for something to say.

  “This is going to sound odd considering that we just met.” Justin said slowly but his confidence never faltered. “But you want to hang out for a little while?” His question caught me off guard. Did he want to hang out now?

  “You mean right now?” I asked trying to make sure.

  “Yeah if you’re up for it,” He was basically asking me to sneak out of my house. If my mom found out I’d be dead, but I didn’t want to miss this opportunity to see him again. I knew that it was wrong, but there was something interesting about Justin and I needed to know more about him.

  “Yeah, I’m up for it.” I said getting out of my bed.

  “Cool, can you meet me at the spot I dropped you off at in about twenty minutes?” That left me about ten minutes to get dressed and decent.

  “Yeah,” we ended the call and my breathing quickened. I’ve never done anything like this in my entire life, but I couldn’t lie, it gave me a rush. I tiptoed out of my room and went into the bathroom.

  Chapter Four

  I waited outside around the corner from my house with black jeans and a black hoodie on. I had to sneak out of my window and I didn’t want to risk anyone seeing me. I was thankful that there weren’t a lot of streetlights on my block. I waited with my hands in my pockets to protect them from the cool air. Even though it was hot in the day hours, the temperature dropped to around fifty at night. A few moments later I heard the sweet roar of Justin’s engine. He stopped right in front of me.

  “Did I keep you waiting?” he asked and pulled the helmet off of the side of his motorcycle. His hair was wild and I could barely see his eyes in the darkness. My breath caught because I was so nervous.

  “No, I haven’t been here that long.” Even if he had kept me waiting a long time, I wouldn’t have minded it. He placed the helmet on my head and clasps the leather around my neck. A mixture of his cool finger tips on the side of my face and the cool air made my nipples hardened. I was glad that he couldn’t see it.

  “I won’t keep you out too long.” He sat back on the bike and helped me on behind him. I wrapped my arms around him and moved closer to him. His abs jerked when I touched him, but he relaxed after his initial shock.

  “Where are we going?” I asked once he started his engine and floored it.

  “Back to my place if that’s okay? There’s not many things opened at this time” I gasped. We were going back to his place this late? “I got pizza and Netflix.” He said laughing. I shivered, but I tried to keep my cool, like this wasn’t the first time that I’ve done something like this.

  “Oh I don’t mind at all. It sounds fun.” I held on to him thinking about what I should say or how I should act. All of this was so new to me. Would he really just want to hang out and watch a movie or was he expecting sex? I wasn’t so experienced, I’ve done it a few times just to get it out of the way but I didn’t do it often. Would he like my body if we did do it? Would he think that I was a slut for putting out so early? All these questions ran through my mind and I was brought out of my thoughts once we stopped in front of an apartment building.

  “Here we are,” Justin said and killed the engine. I got off of the bike and looked at the oversized building. It wasn’t the best building that I’ve ever seen, but it wasn’t run down either. “I live on the tenth floor,” he said helping me with my helmet. “It has a few elevators inside so you don’t have to walk.” He said again laughing. I smiled and followed him into the building. The lights were bright inside the building and that made me feel a tad bit better. Being in the dark with Justin made me feel weird, “You okay?” Justin asked me once we exited the elevator.

  “Yeah I’m fine,” I said and shot him another smile.

  “Cool, my place is the last door on the right. It’s open so you can go in.”

  “Aren’t you afraid someone might break in?” I asked him alarmed that he left his door open.

  “I wish someone would try to steal something out of my house.” He said with a fierce look on his face that made me shiver. “Nobody in this building is that stupid.” I reached his door and hesitated to open it. Was this really about to go down or were we just going to chill? I wanted to do this so it would be pointless to chicken out now.” I opened the door and was greeted by dim lights. “Make yourself a home,” he said and closed and locked the door.

  The front door opened to the living room and I was shocked by how much nice furniture he had. He had a long black sofa that wrapped around with a black love seat on the side of it. He had a giant flat screen TV build into his wall over a large fire place.

  “Wow,” I said. You wouldn’t be able to tell that his home was as nice as it was by judging the way that he dressed and where he lived. “Your house is pretty nice for a man.” He chuckled.

  “How many grown men’s houses have you been in? You don’t look like the type of girl to date older men.” He was right about that. All of the guys I’ve dated still lived at home and was the same age as me.

  “You’re the first actually since you’ve put it that way.” I blushed again embarrassed by my own stupidity.

  “You like pizza right? Guess I should’ve ask you before I dragged you in here.”

  “I love pizza,” I said then. Even though the circumstance to our meeting was questionable, he was acting like the perfect gentleman.

  “Cool, have a seat.” I sat on his oversized couch and focused my eyes on my hands. I didn’t know where to look and I definitely wasn’t going to stare at him. “You want some whiskey?” he asked without hesitation. I knew that he knew that giving a minor something to drink could get him in trouble, but I can tell that he didn’t care about any of that. Who would know anyways? I didn’t really drink, but I wanted to please him.

  “Yeah thank you.” He poured two glasses and walked over to me. He had brought the pizza box over to me and placed it down on the small table in front of the couch. He went back over to the counter for the bottle.

  “Get as much as you want,” he nodded his head towards the pizza. He sat down close to me. I watched him from the corner of my eye down his drink and I mirrored his motions. The liquid burned going down my throat and I couldn’t help but to cough. “Easy now,” he said patting my back. “You good?” he asked once my coughing died down.

  “Yeah, just haven’
t had whiskey in a while,” I never drunk whiskey before, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. He reached towards the table for the bottle and refilled our drinks.

  “Let’s see what they got on Netflix,” he said signing onto his account. I wanted some of my anxiety to die down, so I picked up my drink and downed it again. I coughed, but not as much as I did the first time. By the time he found something good to watch, I was completely wasted. “You’re a light weight,” he said chuckling in my ear.

  “No I’m not,” my words slurred and I began seeing double. “I’m just not an alcoholic like you!” I shot back at him and he laughed. He grabbed a piece of pizza and took a bite out of it all the while he was looking at me with his deep pools of darkness.

  “You’re kind of sexy when you’re not tense,” I blushed.

  “You’re kind of sexy in general,” I countered feeling light headed and at ease. My nervousness and anxiety flew out of the window once the whiskey took over my body. He smiled at me and placed his hand on my thigh and I tingled to his touch.

  “Enough chit chat,” he said moving his hand up to grope between my legs. “Let’s handle business.”

  Chapter Five

  He lied on top of me after he pulled my hoodie over my mass of curls and palmed my breasts through my tank top. His shirt was off revealing several battle wounds. I wanted to ask him how he got them, but I was too aroused to utter a single word.

  “You’re so soft,” Justin said as he trailed kisses down my neck. His fingers moved fast and his tongue moved even faster. I felt him throbbing against my legs and it turned me on to know that I turned him on. He gripped my legs and pulled my pants down with a quickness exposing my panties. “You’re sexy all over,” he said and kissed my thighs.