by Kiki Leach
Contents
Professor X:
Copyright
Warning
Blurb
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Epilogue
The End
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Copyright © 2020 Kiki Leach
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First Edition: May2020
The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Warning
Dive into this deeply gritty, second-chance MC romance full of filthy-mouthed, criminal bikers and the women who love them at your own risk. If excessive xxx-rated language and descriptive sexual activity between consenting adults bother you, I suggest reading something less erotic. Just remember that when you do, the Devil will be watching.
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Blurb
Francis 'Xavier' Davenport was never looking for much in life outside of cheap p*ssy, a good time had with his brothers of the Blue Devils MC and wild rides that ended with late nights spent back at his club. The last thing he ever expected as their Enforcer was to go undercover at a local University to get inside information on the underground drug business that's managed to usurp their own.
Mariah Edwards is a former dancer turned college student that's been anxiously looking for a way back into the Blue Devils life she left behind three years ago. Unable to find a steady job that pays enough to keep her in school beyond the current semester, she agrees to help Xavier scam his way into a teaching position if he agrees to help her return to work at the club.
As tensions rise between his brothers, Xavier finds solace in Mariah, rekindling a once forgotten friendship that soon emerges into a much deeper, unforgotten love. But when a former member's untimely demise forces the club into a battle of life and death, Xavier is forced to make the choice between a growing relationship with his new lady love, or the unwavering loyalty of his club.
Please note that this is a BWWM MC romance told in first (Mariah) and third (Xavier) person.
Prologue
Three Years Ago
Pink, Oklahoma
"Fuckin' shit, babe." Rockafeller rolled his tongue between his lips like a dying man in need of thirst and stroked his cock through the fabric of his pants. "You gonna gimmie a taste of that sweet cunt before headin' back outta here tonight, yeah?"
Mariah peeked at him from the corner of her eye with a hint of disgust and spun her fingers between the dark brown curls of her hair as he smirked. "If I don't?"
"Baaaabe." His drawn out voice lingered as his green-eyed gaze sharpened in following the length of her shape to the small of her back; his brows knit at the flaming blue torch tattoo carrying his brother's last name. "You ain't gonna gimmie a sweet taste tonight?"
"Have you earned it from me after this morning?"
He glared. His hand fell from his cock as his shoulders dropped. "What the fuck was this mornin'? It's been damn near thirteen hours since I've last seen that bouncin', bare ass of yours bendin' over in front of me like I owned every goddamn piece of it and always fuckin' would, darlin'. I don't remember much else outside of that, so you gonna have to gimmie a motherfuckin' clue as to what the fuck you're talkin' about if that ain't it."
"It's not." She turned from the mirror in a huff and arched a brow, then leaned against the sink as he stared into her eyes with light amusement forming behind his own. "What the hell are we doing with each other after all this time of me being in your bed, Rocka?"
"Jesus Christ, bitch -- This shit again? I feel like a goddamn record on repeat -- just spinnin' without a motherfuckin' chance to stop." He sighed as she remained silent and shook his head. "We're havin' a good goddamn time, just like fuckin' always."
"I'm not on the back of your bike."
"And you won't be -- Fuck -- you ain't my ol' lady, yeah? Despite all the goddamn naggin' like one. All this diggin' you keep doin' to look for a buncha answers my ass ain't willin' to hand over just yet -- if fuckin' ever -- is startin' to piss me the fuck off."
"I'm only looking for security outside of dancing for your club," she said.
"It's been three goddamn years of you shakin' tits and ass on a stage for us, Mariah -- why the fuck you suddenly actin' brand new to this shit?" he spat.
"I'm not--"
"You fuckin' are. Jesus, bitch, at this rate, the only thing you're lookin' for is to be a goddamn pain in my ass. Shit, I just needed my cock sucked and some fire ass pussy before you went out there flauntin' it for green; not this bullshit chick shit you keep tryna throw at my ass like a pansy walkin' cunt."
A flash of anger shot through her like a lightning rod. "Hey--!"
"Fuck you," he shot back, his tone rattling with spite. "Ain't nothin' changed since the night you rolled through my place lookin' for smoke and crawled into my goddamn lap beggin' to fuck -- askin' me to shove my cock so far inside that sweet, tight pussy 'til you couldn't fuckin' breathe."
She winced and lowered her eyes to the floor. "I never asked you that."
"Passed around biker pussy ain't ever asked for nothin' less -- 'specially after a fresh blunt; bitch, you were beggin' for that shit while shovin' your tongue down my goddamn throat -- while shovin' that tight, sweet pussy into the palm of my goddamn hand." He flashed a quick smile and grit his teeth as a sudden urge to vomit rolled across her throat like a roaring tsunami. "You wanna gimmie more of that shit right goddamn now? 'Cause I can see you still beggin' for it -- even bein' pissed as fuck, ain't no denyin' you still want my cock. What I do with it makes you cum on command every goddamn time, yeah?" She sucked in a breath to keep from answering with a solid 'no' and waved a hand between them; he caught it between his own and brought it to his mouth. She flinched. "I ain't gonna do a goddamn thing you don't want me to." He kissed her palm before dragging her hand down the center of his bare chest, stopping as her fingers reached the rim of his pants. His eyes lowered to her breasts as they sat high behind her tank, as her tight brown nipples pushed against the lines of fabric. He sucked his bottom lip and grunted while using his other hand to stroke himself to life. "Get on those goddamn knees
for a motherfucker and fuck me up with that mouth of yours like I know you can do for me, babe."
A quiet whimper escaped her as she shook her head and looked to the floor. "I need to get ready for the club."
"Only goddamn thing you need to do right now is suck me off. Prez and my brothers seein' your tits and ass can wait 'til I see 'em all again first, 'til you sit on my lap and let me have each one all over again." He unbuckled his pants and pushed them to the floor, then shoved her hand inside his underwear, forcing her to feel the heat from his cock as it twitched. "Feel that shit? You piss me off and I can still get hard as a goddamn rock," he said. "A fuckin' rock." He lifted his other hand to her shoulder and pushed until she finally dropped to her knees in front of him. "Yeaaaah, babe. Get on those goddamn knees for me. Need that sweet fuckin' tongue all over my cock tonight."
She lifted her eyes as they filled with tears and gulped back the start of a sob. "Rocka, please--" A knock at the front door cut her short; she snatched her hand from his grip and exhaled. "Thank God."
"FUCK! THANK HIM FOR FUCKIN' NOTHIN', BITCH." His eyes grew wild as he whipped his head over his shoulder and snarled while staring down the hallway that led to his living room and front door. "WHO THE FUCK IS BANGIN' ON MY GODDAMN DOOR AT DAMN NEAR MIDNIGHT LIKE AN ASSHOLE?"
"Who the fuck do you think?" a sharp, masculine voice returned. "Forgot my goddamn house keys when I headed outta here tonight, motherfucker -- Open up."
"Fuck -- X? Is your ass back for good tonight?"
"I got the fill of pussy swingin' on the poles at ACE'S and none left at the clubhouse that hadn't already been used up for the night," he answered. "So yeah, my ass is good for the night. Open up."
"Shit." Rockafeller yanked his pants from the floor and pointed behind himself as Mariah gradually returned to her feet and wiped her face. "Get the door for that motherfucker before he blows off my goddamn hinges with his .45 like the asshole I know he can be. Let him know I'll see him in a minute; need somethin' to wet my cock before headin' outta here since it won't be your mouth."
She grimaced. "Are you calling someone else from the club?"
"Another bitch willin' to do what the fuck I ask when I need it done -- don't worry beyond all that." He shoved his hand into her back, forcing her into the hallway, and sneered. "Get the goddamn door." After slamming the bathroom door in her face and turning the lock, Rockafeller reached for his phone and dialed.
Mariah swallowed back an urge to respond before bolting down the hallway and racing to the front door.
"X?"
She pulled back before he could answer and nodded toward the living room as he stepped inside.
"Yeah, it's me, darlin'. Thanks." He eyed her from head to toe with a leer and grit his teeth, taking note that she wasn't wearing a bra beneath her tank. "You, uh..." He cleared his throat as his cock reacted to the softness of her breasts with a hard twitch against his zipper, then bobbed his head and swallowed hard. "You on the way to work?"
She stared down at herself, at her flesh colored tank and matching shorts peeking beneath, and shrugged. "I'm supposed to be there in an hour, but I'm not sure about being up for it tonight."
"Serious?" He knit his brows and closed the door. "Why the fuck not?"
"I'm not in the right headspace for being naked on stage with the exception of a thong tonight, X."
"Might need to step outta that kinda shit, babe. Step outta yourself if you got to, 'cause Prez is gonna need his number one money maker out there tonight; the bitches he just hired last week weren't worth the weight in coins motherfuckers kept throwin' at their asses every time they bent over to pick 'em up." He snickered. She crossed her arms, remaining somewhat stoic, and shifted her eyes across the room. He soured. "What the fuck happened while I was out?"
"Rockafeller and I got into a fight."
"Shit. About what this time, darlin'?" He peeked behind her and smirked. "Motherfucker see my name posted above your ass again?"
"He did, but this was something else."
"Mm." He shuffled around her and moved into the kitchen, walked to the fridge and reached inside for a beer. "What the fuck got that half a century asshole pissed off tonight?"
"I asked what we were doing with each other outside of the screwing."
He chuckled and cracked the lid of his beer. "Shit." He leaned against the counter, drinking it back until the suds filled his throat, then yanked the neck of the bottle from between his pink, full lips and peered as she stepped forward. "You asked that for the sake of pissin' him off or 'cause you were honest in wantin' to know where the fuck this shit is goin' beyond a goddamn bed?"
"Both, maybe?" She looked aside and made a face. "It's possible."
"Jesus, babe."
"We've been in a cycle of this for months; there's no movement one way or another."
"You wanna be on the back of a motherfucker's bike for good," he said. "Always have -- I know that shit. Just like I know that asshole ain't never been the one you needed to be lookin' for in order to get there."
"The one I wanted wasn't paying attention, or didn't seem to care as much as he should've."
"Jesus." He rolled his eyes from hers and slammed his bottle on top of the counter before crossing the room. "Not doin' this shit with you right now, darlin'--"
"Your last name is tattooed above my ass, Xavier -- directly above it in capital letters," she interjected. "Aside from a few snide remarks over the years, you've never said how you felt about me having it."
"'Cause you got that shit durin' a drunkin' fit of tryin' to prove a bullshit point to some other bitch that's no longer part of our crew, Mariah."
"I was never drunk when I asked for your name," she said, "or for you to be mine for good."
He balled his fists and swallowed hard enough to shatter the bones inside his own goddamn throat, then lifted his eyes back to hers and glowered. "We were high school," he told her, his tone waffling between urgent and agitated. "Seventeen year old bullshit."
"We've always been more than that -- even before then."
"What the fuck do you want from me now? My tongue on your pussy while your mouth is gaggin' around my brother's cock?" He paused as her gaze lowered to the patches on his cut, as her eyes reddened and her jaw tightened with regret. "You been wantin' in this life since we were kids -- since your old man worked for Prez in the garage; since mine tried recruitin' him for more work inside the club 'til he dropped dead beneath that goddamn car. You wanted me 'fore I became a prospect -- wanted to be on the back of my bike as it was made official."
"...You didn't want me there."
"'Cause I knew what the fuck I'd get from it, and the shit wasn't gonna be good, babe. I knew I'd get my cock sucked by some other bitch hangin' 'round the clubhouse, and you'd be pissed. I knew I'd fuck whatever pussy walked past me out there 'cause I knew I could, and I wouldn't be as fuckin' sorry as I needed to be about it once you found out."
"You're blaming your 'cock' for something your mind and heart could stop if it wanted."
"Key words -- if that shit was what the fuck I wanted, yeah," he replied. "But I never wanted it to stop, babe. Still fuckin' don't."
"Not even for me. Not even for what we could have beyond your club? Beyond the whores and pussy -- beyond everything you've ever known since we were three years old."
He gradually exhaled and took a single step forward. "You jumped into strippin' for the Devils 'cause you like bein' looked at," he said. "Doesn't matter who the fuck is doin' that shit, you like shakin' those fat, heavy tits and perfectly shaped ass on a stage with bright lights to make that sweet brown skin shine like a batch of fuckin' diamonds in the goddamn sun; shit's enough to make a motherfucker cream in his pants on sight. Same reason you rotated that sweet, tender pussy between my brothers when each one wanted to take you for a spin the motherfuckin' second you became legal for it; you liked the attention they gave you off stage -- never fuckin' hesitated to take a single drop of it between dollar bills. Ro
ckafeller bein' the most persistent all these years in keepin' you as close as possible for a taste -- in bein' the one I've lived with since patchin' in was some pretty perfect shit. Couldn't have planned it any better if you tried." He grinned. "You walk around here in as little as possible just beggin' for me to fuck -- beggin' me to take that pussy and make it mine all over again." He rattled his head and looked to the ceiling. "I ain't gonna do that shit 'cause you deserve more than I'd be willin' to hand over once it was done."
"But you would if I finally stopped asking for more than you were willing to give."
He frowned in response and lifted his hand to her throat. "Babe."
She swallowed hard against him and lifted her chin, then slid her tongue across her bottom lip and took in a breath. "I'm not a whore," she told him.
"Yeah?" His jaw tightened as he held back a smirk. "You want my cock tonight?"
"Yes," she replied, breathless.
"Every goddamn inch you can handle?" She nodded. "Jesus." His hand tightened as he dragged her close enough to taste the beer on his breath, to taste the rise of ecstasy melting across his tongue. "You want love from a motherfucker -- a goddamn life beyond the bikes and money -- motherfuckin' stability." He paused. "You want a buncha shit I can't promise." Her eyes lowered to his mouth; her nostrils flared as she slipped her hand to his pants and brushed her fingers against his cock. "Fuck." He sank his fingers into her skin as she gasped.
"I want comfort from you tonight," she told him, her eyes filling with enough liquid heat to drown them in a pool of fire where they stood. "We can talk about stability in the morning."
"Shit." He released her throat and dropped back. He shook his head and chortled, then returned to the counter and reached for his beer. "You're fuckin' with me, babe."
"I'm not."
"Yeah, the fuck you are." He drank back what was left of his beer and tossed the empty bottle into the sink. "You're sayin' this shit outta bein' pissed at Rocka, and outta some kinda desperation in thinkin' a good fuck is gonna somehow change my mind."
