Steal His Heart: a bad boy romance novel

by Casey, London

  I felt him trail his lips down my back, leaving me shivering.

  Down he went, before he paused at the small of my back. His hands came down and grabbed the top of my pants. My hands were at my sides, shaking with anticipation.

  He stripped me down to nothing, tossing my clothes aside. I felt him touch my ass and down to the back of my legs. He eased to the inside of my legs and up. His lips kissed just above my ass as his thumbs grazed my slit. Both thumbs, moving back and forth, slicing my wetness open. He pressed at me, his fingers beginning to penetrate me.

  “Lean forward, sweetheart,” Max said.

  I did as he said in a daze, placing my hands to the bed.

  His left hand moved to my waist while his right hand turned, two fingers grazing my clit before entering me.

  I gasped and groaned.

  “Fuck … Max—”

  He kissed my lower back one more time. “Now it’s time, sweetheart.”

  18

  (max)

  I eased my fingers out of her pussy and stood up. I took off my boots before I dropped my jeans. Whatever this was between me and Jade, fucking her wasn’t supposed to be part of the plan.

  I just couldn’t help myself. I took what I wanted, when I wanted it.

  I fucking wanted her.

  My hands slid up her back, easing around until I was cupping her breasts. I thrust forward, pressing my cock against her wet slit. I rocked back and forth, rubbing the top of my shaft against her. She was groaning already, quivering as she waited for me.

  Using just my hand, I reached down between her legs. I gripped the bottom of my shaft and guided myself to her sweet center. I felt her opening for me, welcoming me with a tight sheath. She was damn near untouched, never been properly taken care of.

  My hand spread flat against her belly as I eased forward, breaking her open.

  Her whimper gave way to a breathless cry as I thrust, sinking myself into her. I took her to the hilt and held there. She throbbed against me, her walls clinging and squeezing, wanting me to come.

  I pulled myself back, and I looked down to watch as my cock exited her with a fresh, wet shine. Her honey smelled sweet and looked good on my dick. I grabbed her ass and held her right where I wanted her as I fucked forward again.

  I savored her as I fucked her. I took it easy for a few minutes, allowing my cock to memorize her pussy but also to give her body a chance to fully accept me. To get used to me. But that was going to take some time.

  Jade bent her arms and lowered her chest to the bed. Her ass was higher in the air, her back arched, and she started to rock her hips at me. I took my hands away from her and stood there. I let her fuck me, watched that perfect ass and those curvy hips work against my cock.

  I felt myself ready to unleash deep inside her.

  I eased back away from her for a moment to catch my damn breath.

  I turned her around, putting her on her back.

  Stealing a few moments of our time, I stood there and admired her body. She clutched the sheets, her legs open, showing me the silk of her body. In that moment, I pictured her wearing glasses. It was dumb, yeah, but fuck, it was something that worked for me. Jade was able to pull it off. Looking beautiful, erotic, and seducing me with her eyes, body. Not to mention the way she bit her bottom lip.

  Driving me fucking crazy.

  I moved down to the bed. I positioned myself between her soft legs and sank right back into her. She moved her hands from the sheets to my back. She was drawing me a picture with those vixen claws.

  I kissed her as I fucked her.

  The lines we were crossing were now miles behind us.

  *

  It had become something more of a routine than anything else. Stopping by her expensive apartment every night to check on things. Get more intel about Johnny and the Dorlio family. Tell her what I felt she needed to know about the club and what we were doing. Just exchanging friendly information. Of course, it all could have been done over the phone, but the sex would have been very lacking.

  A week or so had gone by and I was sitting up in her bed, looking at her as she slept on my lap. I touched her hair, wondering what the fuck I was trying to prove. Nobody ever came to save me when I was kid. My mother was a reliever, getting passed around until she ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time. My old man was never around when I was a kid. In my eyes, he was a badass and I wanted to chase that same road.

  Nobody came to save me.

  I could have saved Jade that night I met her though. Instead, I kissed her and floated away. Because that’s what outlaws did. I wasn’t a patched-in outlaw at that time, but I was running the streets and living that way. If I dared to bring a woman into my life, they would have to suffer whatever consequences that would come from my actions. I’d seen it the entire time I was patched into Back Down Devil. Brothers falling in love., claiming their old ladies. Ink on their backs, proving their loyalty to their men and the club. Getting fucking pregnant, too. All with a world of violence and always a pending war just around the next turn.

  It never made a damn lick of sense to me until I was right there with Jade. My fingers sliding through her hair, smelling her shampoo, her head on my lap as she rested peacefully. The only time a woman put her head on my lap was when she was about to suck me off.

  After an hour of watching her, I had to move. I gently rolled Jade to her side and found my escape from the bed. I put on my jeans, grabbed my smokes, and headed for the balcony off the living room. Outside, I lit one up and started to rethink what the plan was.

  The tracker on my motorcycle hadn’t moved yet. They were holding it in that warehouse. Prez was on the fence about riding up there and causing a little hell. We didn’t know what was in there. VP suggested putting together a small group and doing a little recon. I was fine with the vote on that. A few of us showed hesitation. That’s the kind of shit that got people killed. But a vote was a vote. So the gavel hit and we were no better off. Things had calmed enough that the town and Chief were able to take a collective sigh, but for us outlaws, we knew better. There was always a calm before the storm.

  Just like standing there on the deck. The calm and stillness of the night. It was getting ready to shift into another wild day.

  I took the last drag of my smoke and gave it a flick. My eyes followed the cherry burn as she flew through the air. Hitting the pavement, sparks scattering and dying off a second later. I put my head back and exhaled.

  Behind me, the door slid open.

  I knew it was Jade. If it was someone else—say Johnny or one of his cronies—I wouldn’t have heard anything but the door. They would have pulled their trigger and my brains would have joined the dead cigarette butt in the parking lot.

  Her small hands slid around my bare waist, her nails bumping along my stomach muscles. I felt her lips against my back as she kissed softly. My cock stirred back to life, as it filled up, and pressed against my jeans.

  “Sweetheart, what are you doing awake?” I asked.

  “I could ask you the same,” she said.

  I turned around and faced her. She was in my t-shirt. Nothing else. Her hair messy from sleep. But her eyes were just—

  Shit.

  I touched her cheek. “I’m just doing what I do here. That’s all.”

  “You’re thinking. Do you do that a lot?”

  “All the time.”

  “You seem more of a fighter than a thinker.”

  “Give me someone to fight and I’ll stop thinking,” I said.

  Jade backed up a couple steps and put her hands up and balled them into fists. “Fight me. Right now.”

  “What?”

  “You heard me, Max. Fight me.”

  I grinned. Goddamn, she was something. She never failed to surprise me.

  I put my hands back and gripped the railing tight. “Fight you? Not a chance, sweetheart.”

  “Because you know I’ll kick your ass.”

  I laughed. “You keep telling yourself
that.”

  “I’m serious. Come on. Tough guy. Mr. Outlaw Guy. What’s got you awake? Huh? Isn’t the sex enough?”

  She was poking at me. She wanted a rise out of me.

  “The sex is amazing, sweetheart. I’m trying to find a way to keep you alive so I can keep enjoying it. I need to know what these assholes are thinking and planning next. I don’t mind things being quiet, but on my side of the table, sometimes quiet is a very bad thing. Understand?”

  “I’m done talking,” Jade said. “You want to fight. Let’s go.”

  She threw a punch and hit me in the chest. It was a weak punch. She smiled as she did it.

  I slid my hands off the railing and made fists. I lifted one and made Jade put her fist to mine. My hand was three times the size of hers, easily.

  “You think you can beat this?” I asked.

  “Yeah,” she said. “Like this.”

  She swung and I flexed my stomach. Her hand hit my stomach and I saw the look on her face. It didn’t hurt me. Not one bit. But pain spread across her face.

  “Like that?” I asked with a grin.

  “Asshole,” she said.

  “You punched me.”

  “Maybe I should try your face,” she said.

  I put up my fists. “Then let’s go, sweetheart. Ready?”

  We stared each other down for a few seconds before we both smiled. I lowered my hands, but she wound up and threw a right hook at me. It happened faster than I could react. Her knuckles caught the side of my lip, pressing it hard enough against my teeth to draw some blood.

  She gasped right away and covered her mouth. “Why’d you put your hands down?”

  I wiped the back of my hand to my mouth and showed her the blood. “Well done, Jade.”

  “Holy shit, I’m so sorry.”

  I grabbed her by the waist and turned her around and put her against the railing and growled through my teeth. “No, you’re not. You wanted a fight, remember?”

  Her hands touched my chest. “I just wanted you to say something to me.”

  “Business or personal, sweetheart?”

  “Anything,” she said. “Well—personal …”

  I licked the corner of my lip. Damn, she got me good.

  “You want something personal?” I asked. “Fine. You and me. This situation. These circumstances. I don’t do this shit, Jade. Staying after sex. Watching you sleep. Touching your hair. That’s not how I get through life. So maybe I came out here to catch my breath, have a smoke, and really think hard about how this plays out.”

  “Well, I don’t like going too far into the future anymore, Max,” Jade said. “It always seems to get me into trouble. So I take the moment in front of me.”

  “And that moment is punching me in the mouth, huh?” I asked with a grin.

  Jade pushed at me. I stepped back. Her hands slid down my body, stopping at the top of my jeans. She opened them. Her eyes never left mine.

  She kissed my chest. “I’ll make it up to you, Max. I’ll make the pain go away.”

  She kissed down and I hurried to touch her chin, make her look up at me. “Sweetheart, I’ll make your pain go away too.”

  “I know,” she said.

  “This thing going forward—”

  “Business or personal?” she asked with a little smile that crept across her face.

  She was shooting her daggers through my heart. And the worst part? They were getting to me. They were hitting me. They were working. I was going beyond caring for her.

  Jade started to kiss me again, working down inch by inch.

  She eased my jeans down just enough to let my cock pop free. Her hands took a firm grip and her mouth went right to work. Her soft lips and her eager tongue, working together as she took me into her mouth. She groaned, the vibration feeling so damn good against my throbbing shaft.

  I sucked in a deep breath and looked out to the horizon.

  Jade stayed right there on her knees. She wouldn’t stand up until I was finished.

  I saw the faintest flicker of light. Another day was just a few breaths away. I was only seconds away from losing my load to Jade’s greedy mouth.

  The outlaw life had its moments, that was for sure.

  But there was always a caveat. The good was followed by the bad.

  I looked down as Jade took care of me. Her eyes looked up to me. Her lips sliding down me again.

  I swallowed hard.

  I was falling for her, yet somewhere inside me, I knew I was going to lose her.

  19

  (jade)

  I chose a little coffeehouse as far away from reality as I could get. It was this little hipster kind of place a few miles away from my apartment. It’s where everyone went to get their coffees and snacks before heading to work. They’d drive their luxury cars or take a train to get into bigger cities for bigger jobs that made bigger money.

  Johnny had called me before I could connect with Jessica and he wanted her and I to meet. Something was happening. Him taking so long worried me but I could only go with what I had to work with. My orders were simple. Tell Jessica everything I knew about Max, about Back Down Devil MC, and more importantly, how I stole Max’s motorcycle. I wasn’t sure what she was supposed to steal from whoever she was going out with, but this was going to be the next step in Johnny’s plan. Whoever this Mr. Y person was, he and Johnny were in bed together.

  Just like I was in bed with Max—well, sort of. What was happening with me and Max was …

  I shook the thoughts away as I sat at a table and waited for Jessica. When she opened the door, I would have known her from a mile away. I’d never met her before but she fit what Johnny liked in his girls. She was tall, blonde, a well-endowed chest, blood red lips, with hope in her blue eyes. She also wore big heels, which made her so tall and made her legs look miles long. She walked to my table and took a seat.

  “Coffee?” I asked.

  “I’m okay,” she said. “We know why I’m here.”

  “You’re right.”

  I leaned forward.

  My plan?

  To hell with Johnny.

  I was going to tell Jessica to run. To run like fucking hell. To stay away from Johnny and his plans. It was a huge risk but I was prepared to do whatever it would take to help her. That meant having money in my pocket to give to her so she could take off. I could string Johnny along for enough time to let Jessica make her escape. By the time he realized she was gone, she’d be far enough away to have a chance to survive. I could rely on Max to help me in case Johnny turned on me.

  Why did I want to help Jessica? I had no clue. I just couldn’t take it anymore. The debt I owed to Johnny because of my father was long gone by then. He was just using me up until he didn’t need me. Eventually he’d kill me. He’d do the same with Jessica. It was probably the same story and saga with her. She needed a favor and he was there to give it. Plus, being near Max just empowered me more than I’d felt in a long time. Sure, sitting at a computer and looking at financial stuff left me feeling smart and empowered, but when it came to dealing with life, Max was that spark for me.

  “I need to talk to you about the truth,” I whispered. “I need you to listen to me carefully, Jessica. I need you to understand me. Please don’t make the same mistake twice.”

  “What are you talking about?” Jessica asked. “Johnny said you were going to talk—”

  “Don’t worry about what he said,” I said. “I want to tell you how to get away—”

  The door opened to the coffeehouse.

  Don walked in.

  He looked right at me. He opened his suit jacket, still in the door.

  To show me he was carrying a gun.

  *

  Don ordered a coffee and made it a point to sit close enough to hear me talk but he kept out of Jessica’s view. I was the one being played here. I was the one being watched. Johnny must have not trusted me, which was good on his instincts.

  “You’re confusing me,” Jessica said.


  I had two choices in the situation. Make the scene look normal or end up with a bullet in me.

  “So here’s how the club seems to work,” I said. I looked at Don before I returned my attention to Jessica. “I stole Max’s motorcycle. I have experience with motorcycles though. Do you?”

  “Only on the back,” Jessica said.

  “Right. I don’t know what Johnny wants you to do, and I’m not going to ask. It’s not my business. Whatever you and him have arranged just make sure you pull it off perfect. They’re a smart group of bikers. They’re not just a bunch of drunks looking to fight and fuck, okay?”

  “Right. Yeah. Okay.”

  I wasn’t sure if I was talking to Jessica or Don at that point.

  “I’m being serious, Jessica. Because if they suspect anything, they will hurt you. Kill you even. I saw something the first time I started tracking Max. They did something to someone. It was pretty shocking.”

  “I’ve been around shocking my entire life,” Jessica said. “Look, I don’t know what the deal is here. Why Johnny sent me here. If he’s trying to scare me. But I know what I’m doing.”

  “You’ve dealt with outlaws like this?”

  “Look, I’m going to flirt. I’m going to pretend to drink. I’m going to pretend to be drunk. He’ll get drunk. I’ll get what I want. Even if I have to sleep with him. Whatever it takes. I know what I’m doing. I just need to know what you know.”

  “I just told you—”

  “I need names. Locations. That kind of stuff.”

  I nodded. I told Jessica anyone I knew in the club. Max was the guy I robbed. Trev was the President of the club charter and Jasper was his VP. There were guys named Cash, Austin, and Trenton.

  That was all I knew.

  “Here,” I said, “let me help you even more.”

  I grabbed a napkin. I took out a pen and started to write. I made it seem like I was writing out the names I just told her.

  “I’m not doubting you,” I said as I wrote my phone number on the napkin. “Just know that this is serious stuff. That’s what I want you to take away from us meeting. These guys are for real. These guys are willing to kill to stay alive. It’s not just a group of bikers.”