Outlaw | Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Alpha MC Romance (19 page)

Chapter 13

  Johnny tries his best to focus his attention out the front window and onto the street as he tries to avoid the glare of the TV as he sits uncomfortably between Amber and her mother on the couch.

  He smiles, letting out a soft “hmpf” as he feels her mother ball her fist and whisper a quiet “yes” as he favorite contestant scores a point.

  It’s been a long time since someone had heated him up a home cooked meal and he thoroughly enjoyed every single bite. Hell, it’s been a long time since he’s had any actual family time what-so-ever, so as uncomfortable as it is to be wedged between the two women, it’s exactly what he’s been longing for for a very, very long time.

  He shifts his glance down to his black duffle bag stuffed under the coffee table as he leans back into the couch relaxing.

  He’d much rather have the bag wide open, then he could be truly comfortable, but he’s sure everyone else would be more comfortable with it closed.

  He chuckles quietly to himself. It must be nice to live life not even considering that the strange man who just entered your house with an overnight bag could possibly have it stuffed to the brim with ammo and guns.

  People can be in direct danger and still go out of their way to pretend like they’re not.

“Well…” Amber’s father says, breaking the silence as he stretches. “I think it’s time for mom and me to head to bed.”

  Amber turns to her dad and smiles as the couch shifts as he mom gets off of it.

“Good night.” She whispers to them. “Try and get some good sleep, you guys. Don’t worry about a thing.”

  She watches as her parents walk out of the living room, through the kitchen and up the stairs to their bedroom before grabbing the remote and turning to Johnny.

“We can watch whatever you want, I know that gameshows can be kind of obnoxious…” She says, handing the remote to Johnny.

“Nah, I don’t want to watch anything.” He says, bending forward and pulling the black duffle bag out from under the coffee table. “You can go to bed, too, if you’re tired. I’ll be here all night, so you may as well take the chance.”

“Are you trying to get rid of me, Johnny?” Amber asks, squinting her eyes at him playfully.

“No, ma’am. Not at all.” He laughs softly, smiling at her. “But if you want to get some sleep, you can. You had a long day.”

“Honestly, Johnny.” She says, lowering her voice to a whisper. “I don’t want to go to sleep. I’m too scared…”

“Well then.” He starts, gently pushing the duffle bag back under the table. “Come here.”

  Johnny holds out his arm and Amber leans against his side as he wraps it around her shoulder, squeezing her.

“There’s no reason to be scared.” He says, whispering into her ear, his hot breath tickling her. “There’s going to be people driving by all night. And I’m here, too. There’s really nothing to worry about at all…”

“I think I’d just rather stay with you tonight.” She whispers back to him, resting her head on his chest.

  He watches her closely as his chest raises her up and down as he breathes. Johnny gently brushes her hair away from her face as he watches the coloured light from the TV paint her delicate features.

  He grasps her chin with his fingers, tilting her head up as he presses his lips against hers, each kiss getting deeper as they lazily explore each other’s mouths.

“Johnny…” She whispers, her face flushing deeply as he sinks deeper, pressing his lips against her neck before nipping at her skin.

  He pauses, hesitating before pulling away from her as he sits up.

“Lay back…” He says, gently pushing her down to lay on the couch.

  Amber gulps, her heart beginning to race as she lays against the couch cushions before sighing as Johnny gently drags his fingers up and down against her thighs.

  Her body begins to tingle as he reaches up to the waist of her jeans and unhooks the button before dragging down her zipper to loosen her pants.

He smiles at her, biting his bottom lip as he grips the denim between his fingers before slowly pulling it down her thighs, over her knees and off of her calves before letting her jeans fall to the floor beside them.

  She lets out a small giggle as she watches him bend forward and kiss her knee as the palms of his hands press into her soft flesh as he pushes his hands back up her thighs before hooking the tips of his fingers in the waist of her panties.

  She lifts her bottom for him as he begins to pull them down, like he just did with her jeans, leaving her exposed as he drops her panties to the floor.

  She blushes, giggling as she squeezes her legs closed and bends her knees to hide herself as the gentle touch of his fingertips tickles the outside of her thighs.

“Don’t be shy…” He whispers, brushing the tip of his nose gently against her knee. “Just lay back and relax.”

  Amber squeezes her eyes shut tightly, letting her head fall back to rest on the couch cushions, her stomach doing summersaults as Johnny gently pushes apart her knees, gently spreading her legs.

  Her shaking hands cover her mouth to muffle her sigh as Johnny buries himself between her legs, his hot breath making the tingling in her center worse as he kisses down the inside of her thigh.

  She gasps, quickly biting her finger as she feels hot breath against her sex as his tongue slowly licks up between her pussy lips, spreading them open as he makes his way up to her swelling clit.

“Oh, Johnny…” She moans as she lets out a shaking breath.

“Mmm.” Johnny whispers, licking his lips. “You taste so sweet.”

  He laps at her lips again, dipping his tongue in before pulling it up to her clit and wrapping his lips around the sensitive bead.

  Amber bucks her hips up into him as he sucks on her hard, flicking the tip of his tongue against her pearl before sliding it under her hood to her most sensitive areas.

  He presses a finger against her soaking wet entrance, pushing it inside of her and twisting it around while he sucks before adding a second, stretching her a little bit more.

“Oh…. God….” She whispers, as she feels her body begin to heat up from Johnny’s skilled tongue. “Ahh…”

  She grips the back of the couch, holding the cushion tightly between her finger tips as her body stiffens, her walls squeezing against Johnny’s fingers as her aching clit begins to bounce up and down between his lips.

  Amber moans in protest as he pulls away from her before sitting up between her legs and unbuttoning his trousers, relieving the pressure on his stiffness as he pushes down the waist of his pants.

  She watches, her eyelids heavy as he drags his soaking wet fingers up and down the underside of his shaft before wrapping his fingers around his meat and pumping it up and down against his palm as he lets out a deep steady breath.

  He grabs her by the waist and pulls her closer as he gets comfortable between her legs before pressing his cock against her entrance, making no hesitation before sinking it deeply inside of her.

“Oh! Johnny!” She gasps, trying desperately to keep it down as he slowly pulls out of her before thrusting in deep once again.

“It’s good, huh?” He asks, his gruff voice deeply whispering into her ear as he drags his lips over her cheek to her mouth and connecting them with hers once again.

  She nods, his tongue stifling her moans, tasting herself inside of his mouth as his thrusts quicken and his rock hard cock begins to swell even larger inside of her, stretching her deeply.

  He grunts into her shoulder, unable to hold it anymore as his twitching cock fills her with his seed.

  She smiles, pressing a kiss against his temple and brushing her fingers through his hair as she feels him slide out of her before he grabs her under her arms and pulls him on top of her.

“Do you feel better?” He asks, brushing his hand up and down her back as he wraps his arms around her.

“I do…” She whispers, placing a kiss on his neck.

“I’ll keep you safe… don’t worry…” He whisper back to her.

Chapter 14

  She smiles softly, the rich smell of sizzling bacon filling the air as she comes back to consciousness.

“Good morning…” She whispers as she rubs her hand against Johnny’s chest.

  Amber’s stomach drops as she sits up quickly, gasping as she desperately shakes Johnny at the realization of what’s happening.

“Johnny!” She whispers forcefully. “We fell asleep! And my mom is already up!”

“She’s been up for a while.” Johnny says, looking over to Amber as her mouth hangs open.

“And you’ve been awake, too?” She asks, her eyes wide.

“Of course I have.” He says, shifting to ease the stiffness in his joints. “I’m a professional, you think I would just fall asleep on the job like that?”

  Amber rubs her tired eyes as she peaks her head into the kitchen and then back to Johnny.

“And you didn’t think to like, I don’t know, sit somewhere else when my mom got up?” She asks, motioning towards the love seat and the easy chair. “Or at the very least not wrap your arms around me…”

“Well, if you told your parents the truth and didn’t hide the reason I’m really here with games we wouldn’t be in this mess.” Johnny says in a whisper, pursing his lips as he rubs his tongue against the front of his teeth. “Would you rather your parents think I’m your boyfriend, or would you rather they know that you invited a member of the Ambrosini Crime Family into your living room….”

“Why do those have to be the only two choices!?” Amber asks shaking her hands in the air before sucking in a deep breath to calm herself down.

  She shrugs her shoulders listening to the soft clink of her mom placing plates on the kitchen table before she turns to Johnny and grabs his hand.

“Well, pretend boyfriends have to come and eat breakfast with the family.” She says, standing up.

  He smirks, looking out the window one last time before letting her pull him up and lead him into the kitchen.

“Sorry, sorry, I hope I didn’t wake you two up.” Her mom says as she dishes fried potatoes and chives onto plates in front of seats before rushing back over to the stove and lifting a pan of scrambled eggs before doing the same with them.

“That’s fine.” Amber says, her face flushing as she sits down at the table. “That smells good, mom.”

“Thank you, darling.” She says, before looking up at a hesitating Johnny. “Sit! Sit! Please!”

  Johnny sits himself down beside Amber, nodding at her mother as she brings over a plate of crispy bacon and places some on his plate with metal tongs.

“Thank you so much for coming over, Johnny.” She says, smiling at him. “I’m very happy that Amber has someone to, uh, help her through tough times.”

“Mom…” Amber whispers under her breath as she smiles while watching her dad walk down the stairs in his grey sweat suit. “Good morning, daddy.” She whispers to him, watching him sit down as she picks up her fork.

  She spears a potato, popping the crispy fried cube into her mouth before looking over at Johnny awkwardly digging around his plate.

“Eat!” She laughs, smiling at him as she watches him lift a piece of bacon into his mouth before breaking it off with his teeth. “Mom always makes it extra crispy.”

“You like it crispy, Johnny?” Her mom asks, finally sitting down at the table to enjoy her breakfast, too.

“Yes, ma’am.” He says, nodding his head as he picks up his fork and digs into his second home cooked meal in 24 hours. “You got any ketchup?”

  They eat, the conversation lacking as they fill their bellies but the silence not at all unwelcome as the morning birds sing just outside the kitchen window.

“What’s that?” Amber whispers as she hears scratching coming from the front porch. “It sounds like someone is walking up our front steps.”

“The mailman’s never come this early before.” Amber’s father says, gently putting down his fork before attempting to get up from his chair.

“No, sit down.” Johnny says quickly, eyeing the door as they hear the lid of the mailbox squeak.

“Johnny, be careful…” Amber whispers to him quietly as she watches him get up from his seat and quickly make his way into the living room.

  He bends over, pulling his black duffle bag out from under the coffee table before pulling the zipper open and throwing back the flap.

“Oh my, God!” Amber’s mother yelps, the guns gleaming in the morning sunlight pouring through the windows, before bringing her hands up to cover her mouth as Amber shushes her.

  They all watch, holding their breathes as Johnny slowly makes his way over to the front door, gun drawn, and peaks outside.

  He looks back after not seeing anyone and shakes his head quietly before reaching out to grip the doorknob.

  Johnny turns the knob before pulling the door open and stepping outside. He looks to the right and then to the left before lifting the lid to the mailbox and pulling out a small, folded note.

“Someone has a message for you.” He says, stepping back inside the living room before locking the door and unfolding the letter. “It says ‘Eighty-Five thousand dollars, Tomorrow night, 10pm. Have the money ready. We’ll come to you. Remember what happened last time.’ At least that’s what I think it says, not the neatest handwriting…”

  He tosses the note onto the kitchen table and Amber reaches to snatch it up.

  She unfolds the note, her fingers shaking as she looks over the scribbled words, the blood draining from her face and leaving her ghost white.

“Don’t worry, Amber.” Johnny says, smirking as he places his hand on her shoulder. “This couldn’t be more perfect.”