Levi: Untamed Sons MC, #4

By Jessica Ames

Enjoy this dark motorcycle club romance from USA Today Bestselling MC romance author Jessica Ames...

 

Levi

 

As Secretary of the Untamed Sons MC, I know my place. I'm the youngest member to ever become an officer and I'm not doing anything to put that in jeopardy. Then I meet Noelle. She's a club bunny. Brothers don't claim the women who service our club, but I want her like I want my next breath. For her, I'll put my position on the line and risk the wrath of my president.

 

Noelle

 

After the death of my sister, my need to get revenge pushes me into the arms of my enemy. I want to tear them down, destroy their whole club and I'll stop at nothing to get my revenge. Then I meet Levi. He changes my outlook, makes me realise that the Sons are not all bad, even if they have a few rotten apples in the barrel. I'm falling hard and fast, but I'm in too deep. Telling him the truth of who I really am will get me killed, but if I don't we can never be together.

 

All books in the Untamed Sons universe can be read as standalones, but are better enjoyed read in order. This is a dark romantic story with a guaranteed happily ever after. It does have some strong language, graphic violence and content that might be triggering.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jessica Ames
• Release date: Nov 2, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223326564

Book preview

1

NOELLE

The bass of the drumbeat vibrates through the floor of the common room. The stench of weed and beer hangs heavily in the air. It’s Friday night, the night when the brothers close their doors to their old ladies and party. Usually, shit would get messy, but since Ravage, Nox and Daimon settled down, things have been less crazy around here. There’s still the usual bullshit, like Titch doing shots off Melody’s stomach as she lies on top of the bar in her barely-there skirt and bra. There’s a few hangarounds making themselves cosy with some of the older members. There’s definitely a change in the atmosphere.

I’m not sure if it’s better or worse.

I move behind the bar and grab a couple of beers. I’m helping Kyle serve tonight. It’s better than working the floor, although Melody doesn’t seem to care about fucking every man in this room. So far, I’ve seen the club bunny with three other brothers.

As I reach for the bottle opener, Kyle watches me, his dark eyes boring into my head, as if he can pull all my secrets out of there. The prospect can’t but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t freak me the hell out. I can see the darkness, warring for domination behind those dark irises. I see his demons snapping their jaws, wanting to come out and play. He never lets them. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the kid lose his temper even once the whole time I’ve been at the clubhouse, but that makes me think he’s like a powder keg, waiting to explode. I just hope I’m not in the path of him when he does.

Kyle’s not the only one in the club to have demons, but he’s one of the few who wears them so openly. He’s not afraid to show his darkness, and why would he be? Here, the men embrace it. Fury is the one who scares me the most, though. That man is terror wrapped and packed in denim and leather. He makes my blood run cold and my heart hammer in my chest whenever he’s near. I sometimes wake in a cold sweat, having dreamt Fury is cutting the skin from my bones. The man terrifies me because that’s exactly what he will do if he learns who I really am. No doubt if I’m found out, he’ll be the one to punish me.

I quickly grab the beers and put them on the tray, making my escape from Kyle. He doesn’t, as usual, say a word or let on that he’s offended by my attitude towards him. Creepy freak.

I walk the room, heading towards the brothers who wanted the drinks. I have to keep my focus. I can’t fall apart now. I won’t. I’ve been here for months, living this nightmare and I’m finally in a position where they’re starting to trust me more. I won’t fuck that up. I can’t.

Hey, Noelle, come and give me a blow job, an older guy, Tuck, demands as I pass him. He’s in his fifties, lean as a rake with a dirty big beard. He’s also rough as hell in the bedroom department. The few times I’ve been with him he’s left bruises. The man makes my skin crawl.

Not sure Levi would like that much. I try to play that card.

When I first came to the clubhouse, I had no choice but to go there with every man in the place. It was another way to get the Sons to trust me. Men talk when they’re still living in the aftermath of an orgasm, but Levi has taken a shine to me and prefers to keep me as his. Since he’s an officer in the club, he has some sway. Part of me wonders what information I’m missing out on by becoming his, but at least with him I feel safe, even if that safety is borrowed. I’d rather be exclusive with him than passed around like a party favour, but that is my job. I’m a club bunny. I play whore to these men in exchange for lodgings and protection. If they knew the truth about me, they’d put a knife in my heart, but my secret remains hidden and while it does, I remain safe. I know it will come out some day, but I’m prepared—as much as I can be—for that to happen.

Before Levi took an interest, I did things I never thought I could do—all in the name of my revenge. I let men take me in perverse, disgusting ways. I never thought I could sink this low, but my ambition, it seems, knows no bounds. I’m willing to do just about anything for my sister—even give Tuck a blow job.

I shudder at the thought.

One day, everyone is going to know my name and the Sons, and Tuck’s limp dick will be nothing but a distant memory. Today is not that day.

Tuck’s eyes narrow on me, bringing me back to our conversation. Ain’t up to that cunt. You’re club snatch, ain’t his old lady, so get over here and suck my fucking cock.

I learnt the first day I walked into this building that bunnies aren’t wife material. They’re just a convenient hole, somewhere to release the tension. That’s what I was until Levi took notice of me. I don’t know when shit changed between us, but somehow, I’ve become more to him than that. His interest protects me from the other members of this club—especially degenerates like Tuck.

Not tonight, though.

I haven’t seen Levi since I came into the common room a few hours ago and his protection only extends to when he’s here.

Trying not to appear reluctant, I slide the tray onto the table behind me and I drop to my knees in front of him. My heart pounds in my chest. I don’t want to do this, but this is my cover. This is why I’m here in their eyes—to suck and fuck. I can’t let all my hard work go to shit now.

I close my eyes as he unbuttons his jeans and pulls his dick out. I swallow back bile as he grabs the back of my hair in his meaty fist. He’s not gentle either. My scalp prickles with pain as he directs me towards his cock.

Take your fucking hands off her. Levi’s voice sounds behind me and relief washes through my entire body. Thank fuck.

I try to turn and face him, but the hold in my hair is too tight.

She’s fair fucking game, Levi. Tuck complains. It’s not a battle he’s going to win. I can tell by the anger vibrating in Levi’s words.

You don’t take your hand off her, I’m going to cut off your tiny prick.

Tuck does release me, but only so he can leap to his feet. I scuttle back as the older man takes a swing at Levi, which he ducks to avoid. Levi is built. I’ve seen what lies beneath the kutte and he’s all muscle, so when he fires his own punch back, he floors Tuck. He goes down like a tree, taking a table with him, glasses shattering around his head.

A hand comes down and I follow the long line of his muscled arms to his face. Levi is a beautifully deadly man. His hair is cut short to his head and he has a thick scruff of beard just on the underside of his jaw. Well-fitted jeans, which should be illegal, hug his hips and earned him his road name, Levi, with the club bunnies. After a while, it stuck.

I peer into his eyes, eyes that say he’s seen shit no man should ever see, but they soften for me. The only other person I’ve seen that happen with is his sister, Briella.

You okay, sweetheart? he asks.

I take his hand and he pulls me to my feet. There’s so much compassion in his gaze, I have no idea how this man can be a stone-cold killer too.

Yeah, I breathe out. I’m okay.

Levi nods and turns to Tuck. She’s off limits, you fucking cunt. Touch her again and I’ll kill you.

Tuck wipes the back of his hand under his nose, blood smearing on his skin. You’d choose snatch over a fucking brother?

She ain’t snatch and you fucking call her that again and we’re going to have problems.

Tuck snorts as he pushes up to his feet, wiping the glass off his kutte. Like you don’t already have problems, boy. He squares up to Levi and as he pulls me behind him, my breath lodges in my throat. You don’t take club whores home.

Levi’s shoulders stiffen and I’m sure he’s about to go postal, but suddenly Titch is between the two men, shoving Tuck back. I ignore the fact his jeans and belt are undone. I’ve seen Titch’s cock more times than I can count since I’ve been here.

Take a walk, Tuck. Titch’s voice cracks with the command and the other side of the man appears—the side that tells me beneath the charming, playful veneer he, like Levi, is a dangerous man. I shiver at the hardness in his words, at the venom in his tone. I get the impression it’s not me he’s defending, but Levi. I don’t think I even register on Titch’s radar.

Tuck dusts himself off, giving me a dark glare before heading for the bar. Levi turns his attention to me, his hands coming to rest on my biceps before he ducks his head to kiss me.

Titch shakes his head. This shit is getting out of hand, brother.

Ain’t his business. Ain’t yours either.

It’s my business when I’ve got to get between you and another member, Levi.

Never asked you to do that.

Ain’t standing by and watching you get your arse kicked. Got your back, always. You know that.

Even I know that. Titch and Levi are close, but that doesn’t stop Titch from being pissed at him right now. I’m not even sure I blame his anger. I’m not supposed to be exclusive to one brother, but Levi has made it that way. He won’t stand for others touching me and his possessiveness scares me sometimes. It isn’t how this world works. The only protection the women get is to become old ladies—something Melody has been trying to do from the moment she arrived. I’m not as keen to shackle myself to someone. This isn’t long term for me.

Truthfully, I don’t know how much longer I can keep this charade, but despite being here for months, I haven’t found the information I need yet.

That’s your first mistake. Assuming I couldn’t take Tuck. That fucker ain’t a fighter.

Shit starts getting between you and brothers, Rav’s going to wade in. He won’t have pussy coming between us.

Levi shoves him hard enough to go back on a foot—yet another show of support that honestly scares the shit out of me. He’s getting too close, too attached, and that can’t happen. I’m not looking for an old man. I’m not looking for anything but answers about the darkest club in the UK. I’m going to find out everything, dig into the black heart of the Sons and show the world who they really are.

Watch your fucking mouth, Levi growls.

Titch stares at him, as if communicating silently his dismay. Get your shit together.

Titch walks off and Levi watches him for a moment before turning back to me. The fuck were you thinking, getting on your knees for Tuck?

His tone pisses me off. He assumes I have rights here. I don’t. I’m a piece of meat to be played with however the brothers see fit.

I was thinking Tuck is a brother. I can’t deny a direct order from one. Besides, we’re not fucking exclusive, Levi. I can’t just say no. I’m club pussy. This is my job. I don’t do it, I get thrown out. I don’t have anywhere else to go.

My words are dramatic, over the top, but they hit him hard. I can tell by the twitch of his jaw. In reality, if I get thrown out, I go back to my real life, but with that, I lose Levi. That thought scares me more than it has any right to. The man shouldn’t be crawling under my skin, but he is. I have to keep my focus. I have to keep going and uncover the truth.

Levi drapes his arm around my shoulder and kisses the side of my head. Ain’t nothing going to happen to you, baby. I’ll make sure of it.

I melt under his touch. I shouldn’t. I should maintain a professional distance, but I can’t. The more I’m with him, the harder it becomes. At first these men were just names on a white board. Now I know them there is a hint of guilt that creeps into my mind. I shouldn’t be doing this. It’s both dangerous and morally wrong to lie to people like this, but this could give me answers and that is what I’m here for. The shit I’ve already seen and learnt during my time here isn’t for the fainthearted, but I haven’t found what I need yet.

I peer up at Levi as he takes my head in his hands and presses his mouth to mine. I soften under his touch, needing more, wanting more, and when he pulls back, I feel the full weight of my guilt. I see feelings there, more than just lust. He wants me for me, and who I am is a total lie.

Noelle Philips is a cover story to get a foot in the door of the Untamed Sons. The problem is that door has slammed shut behind me, because despite my own misgivings, I’m falling for Levi.

2

LEVI

Seeing Tuck touch Noelle nearly set off a nuclear chain reaction in my body. I am so fucking mad, red tints my vision. It’s only the fact that she’s in my arms right now that stops me from losing my fucking mind. My feelings towards her are not right, I know this. She’s a bunny. You don’t take bunnies home, you don’t want bunnies for more than a quick fuck, but Noelle is different. She’s more than available pussy. She’s funny, clever, witty and spending time with her makes my heart race in my chest. The thought of her with other men makes me fucking homicidal. Tuck’s lucky he’s still breathing. We’re a club of outlaws. Who the fuck says I can’t make her mine? Everything in me screams that she is.

I missed you tonight, she says, running a finger over my chest. A shiver runs through me, tracing the path of her touch. Fuck, this woman ties me up in knots. Where were you?

Any other bitch asking this question would get a mouthful of shit off me about being fucking nosey, but it’s different with Noelle. I know she cares. She doesn’t just listen, she hears, and that’s intoxicating.

On a club run. Just got back. The ‘came straight to find you’ sits on the tip of my tongue, but I hold the words back as I brush her blonde hair out of her face and dip my head to kiss her.

Her lips are soft and taste like fucking sunshine. Our mingling breaths have my cock stirring in my jeans, and my hands itch to touch as much of her as I can. Fuck, I can’t get enough of her. Knowing she missed me as much as I missed her makes me feel alive in a way I’ve never felt before. I came from nothing. My old man always told me I was nothing. The only person who ever gave a shit about me is Briella. With Noelle, it’s different. She washes all the voices in my head away.

Oh yeah? You go anywhere exciting?

Manchester.

I don’t elaborate. I’ll never spill club secrets, especially considering why we were in Manchester. Not even Rav would share that shit with Sasha.

We had a shipment of weapons come in from our Tennessee chapter yesterday—Omen’s club. Me and Nox drove the four-and-a-half-hour trip to Manchester in the van to deliver the weapons to Howler, the president of that chapter. Risky, if we got stopped by the plod—guns aren’t allowed in the UK—but we were careful, spent weeks planning it, so made it without any problems.

Howler’s having trouble with gangs in his patch, and while it hasn’t come to full-blown war, it seems to be on a knife-edge right now. My brothers and I are ready to fight if needs arise, but Howler is handling the situation. For now, all we can do is watch and wait.

She pokes me in the ribs, bringing me out of my thoughts. Did you miss me?

I grin and kiss her forehead. Yeah, baby. I missed you.

She swells with happiness at my words and fuck, if that doesn’t feel good. I’ve never felt this way about a woman. I don’t know how to explain it. It’s like I can’t breathe when she’s apart from me. I know I sound like a pussy, but I need this woman in ways I can’t explain. I don’t care that she’s older than me by five years. I don’t care that she’s a bunny. All I care about is having her. Noelle is mine.

I know my brothers think I’m crazy. Fuck, sometimes I think I am too, but that’s the thing. She matches my crazy.

I lean into her and cup her pussy under the tight skirt she’s wearing, feeling the wetness through the lace. I love the little moan she makes and it has my cock straining against the denim of my jeans. She’s so fucking needy for me. I love it.

Fuck, baby. I need to be inside you.

I slide two fingers past the lace and push them inside her. She draws a quick breath in as she grips my shoulders, her mouth pulling into an ‘O’. I shouldn’t do this on the main floor, where everyone can see, but I can’t stop now I’ve started. I push my fingers in and out of her wet heat, relishing the way her throat bobs and the air rips out of her in little pants as I finger-fuck her.

Levi…

My name falling from her lips like a prayer makes my cock rock solid. Come for me, baby, I command.

She digs her nails into my shoulders and tips her head back as her pussy contracts around my fingers. I love watching her come. Unlike the other club bunnies, it’s not faked and that makes me want to roar my fucking triumph. I want my brothers to see the pleasure I bring her and know it’s all mine, just like her.

I pull my fingers from inside her knickers and bring them to my mouth. Desire dances in her eyes as she watches me suck my fingers clean of her juices.

Fuck, she moans and I lean into her and kiss her, hard, wet and desperate.

On the sofa, I order and Noelle moves without question.

She kneels on the cushions, her chest pressed against the back of it. I peer around and see Tuck watching me, so I flip that dirty fucker off before I lift Noelle’s skirt over the globes of her arse cheeks, exposing her tiny lacy black thong. Fuck him and his tiny pencil dick.

I run a hand over the soft skin before I unfasten my belt and slide my jeans down my thighs. I find a condom in my wallet and roll it down my shaft as she stays in place, waiting for me like a good little girl. Giving my dick two pulls, I slip her thong aside and I push into her pussy. It strangles me, as it always does, her hot channel squeezing around me. Fuck, she feels good. Better than good, she’s fucking amazing. I collar the back of her neck as I push in twice, then my hands slide down to her hips, so I can pull her back onto me harder.

Noelle sags against the sofa, boneless, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders as I bang her into oblivion. It doesn’t feel like fucking, though. Our connection is deeper than that. My hands roam over her skin tenderly, opposite to how hard my hips thrust. There’s something more at play here, something I’m not sure either of us understand. I want her. I need her. She’s mine.

She comes first, her fingers digging into the upholstery as I follow her over the edge. My