Unlawfully Yours (Lawless MC #1)

8

“There he is!” My brother, Jett is the first to greet me as I step through the door to the clubhouse, cheers and hollers filling the space after my very brief visit to the cop shop.

The corner of my lip pulls up into a smirk. “Told you it wouldn’t take long.”

“Here, get this down you. Looks like you need it,” Jett says, handing me a much-needed beer from behind the bar.

I take a long swig, letting the ice-cold liquid glide down my throat that’s drier than the Sahara.

“Is that new girl-cop gonna be a problem?” Killian asks, rubbing the cut to his lip with the pad of his thumb.

He was lucky to not end up in cuffs like I did, though I don’t think he’d care if he had. Any excuse for a fight? Kill is front and centre, fists at the ready regardless of the consequences.

“Nah, she’s just new, trying to make an impression like they all do. Won’t last long, I guarantee it. She’ll soon fall in line.”

She clearly has a very long stick up her ass where I’m concerned, though I have no idea why. For whatever reason, I haven’t made the best first impression with our new young officer.

“Got a feeling she’s gonna be a royal pain in my ass though,” I add.

He lifts an eyebrow. “The hot ones always are.”

I shrug. “Hadn’t really noticed. I was too busy getting arrested remember?”

He laughs. “You’re a shit liar, always have been. I caught you checking her out.”

He’s not wrong, but I won’t admit that out loud. Of course I fucking saw how gorgeous she was, anyone with eyes in their head would notice.

Beautiful green eyes, jet black hair, full plump lips that have my mouth watering for a taste and what I can only imagine is a body built for sin under that police uniform of hers. She took me by surprise today, which doesn’t happen all that often, but that’s not the only thing. For the first time in forever, as that little spitfire shoved me up against that car, her hands trailing over me as she patted me down, I was aroused.

An actual living breathing woman got me hard and I didn’t have to watch her through a computer screen. It was the fire in her eyes, the strength and defiance in them and her smart mouth that had my dick like a steel-rod in a second, straining behind the zipper of my jeans. It was a feeling I wasn’t expecting.

I want to feel it again.

“What happened with those two Cobra pricks that got arrested with you?” Kill asks, pulling me back from my train of thought.

“No clue. Still at the station if they know what’s good for them. See them on our streets again? They’re as good as dead.”

After the shit that happened last week with Jack’s family, we looked into The Cobras’ finances but they cover their tracks well. Instead, Cruiser managed to hack their VP, Ricky’s phone. I’m guessing all the drugs that junkie asshole has consumed in his time has gradually eaten away at his brain because every dealing, every meeting past and future was all there just waiting for someone to see. Someone like us. Only this particular dealing was on our own fucking streets.

Wanting to keep my club on the straight and narrow and away from trouble, I passed our new found information onto Sheriff Walker a few days back who jumped at the chance to look good in front of his superiors. As a result, Ricky is banged up in jail and facing a long stretch for drug trafficking.

I didn’t wake up this morning with the intention of starting a fight, but finding out The Cobras have been dealing drugs on our streets right under our fucking noses? That shit doesn’t fly with me. Apparently The Cobras didn’t take too kindly to their VP being arrested, and somehow they managed to find out that it was us behind the whole thing so they decided to pay a visit. If it hadn’t been for that pretty little cop slamming me against a car and placing me in handcuffs, we’d have probably torn those assholes to pieces.

“How’d they know it was us?” Kill asks.

I shake my head. “No idea. Maybe Walker said something?”

He lowers his voice, rubbing his bearded chin. “Or we need to call in pest control.”

“No, no one here would rat on the club.” My eyes scan the men in this room. Each and every one is as loyal as the come, some I’ve known for a decade or more. I can’t imagine any of them turning their back on Lawless.

“I don’t like to think so either, but we need to keep an open mind.”

I nod slowly, knowing I’d be dumb to close myself off to the idea entirely. “Keep your ear to the ground. Anything out of the ordinary, you let me know, okay?”

“You got it, Prez.” Kill slaps a hand to my shoulder then heads towards the bar where Alex and Ray are deep in conversation.

“Cru,” I call over.

“Yeah, Prez?”

“Any update on our runaway?”

“Nothing yet, if he’s got any sense he’ll be lying low, but he’s gonna have to surface at some point. Can’t hide forever.”

After we tipped off the cops about The Cobras’ drug deal, Brad Levins, one of the dealers involved managed to slip away and we’ve been hunting him down ever since. Chances are, he has information about The Cobras, information we could use to our advantage.

Leaving the guys to it, I head into the Chapel, taking a seat at the head of the table, the same seat my dad sat at for nearly thirty years as President before he died nine years ago. That’s when I took over.

This club was everything to him. It was his life, his other love besides my mom. I was born into it, the same as my brother. We were wearing a kutte before we could walk. There was no other life for us, even if we wanted there to be.

Becoming President after my dad passed away was inevitable for me and it was something I had been preparing myself for all my life, I just never anticipated it to be quite so hard.

My dad fought so hard to keep Lawless on the straight and narrow, and now his legacy continues with me, or at least I’m trying to keep it that way. We make our money through legitimate businesses. Myself, Alex and Venom work at the auto- shop most days along with one of the Prospects. Killian and Jack run Vivid Ink, the tattoo shop on the main strip in town. Jett and Cruiser run The Ape Hanger with some of the other members.

We’re not one-percenters like The Cobras, at least we try not to be. We don’t advertise the fact that a part of what we do might not be considered legal, but there are some things we don’t want to do but we have to in order to protect the club and our families. It is those things that we pay Sheriff Walker a handsome amount to turn a blind eye to. He grew up with my dad, he knows how much we love living in Stillwater and that we would do anything to protect it, so he allows us to do the things the legal red tape he’s bound by doesn’t leave room for.

There is nothing I wouldn’t do for my club, my family.

My home .

It’s late when I get home, and after saying goodbye to Shelley and checking in on Kit who’s sound asleep in his bed, I retire to my room. I take a quick shower and throw on a pair of sweats before climbing into bed.

My eyes land on my wrists and I rub at the red marks etched into my skin from the handcuffs earlier, and I’m reminded of her .

I don’t know what exactly it is that makes her so magnetic, but something is drawing me in. Whether it was the fact she’s a cop, a fucking gorgeous one at that, or whether it was the sass that fell from her mouth, but for the first time in a long fucking time, a woman has intrigued me.

She intrigues me.

My cock hardens behind my jeans when I think back to earlier, her tight little body pressed up against mine, that beautiful mouth begging to be kissed and I can’t stop my mind from delving to much more depraved thoughts of what else that mouth can do.

It’s the image in my mind of her on her knees for me, dressed in her uniform with her wrists bound behind her back by her own handcuffs that has me pulling out my now rock-hard dick and imagining it’s her mouth instead of my fist. Her shirt is unbuttoned just enough to tease her beautiful tits hidden beneath, her knees set apart, and in my mind, she’s dripping wet for me.

My long length disappears past her lips as she sucks me down, those jade green eyes staring up at me with a reluctant desire. She doesn’t want to admit she wants this, that she needs it as much as I do.

In my mind, I grip the small black bun at the back of her head, dragging her back and forth on my cock just how I like it. I like the idea of fucking all that sass from her smart mouth and replacing it with my dick.

It takes just minutes before I come, a low growl rumbling up my throat as ropes of cum hit my stomach, and as much as I want to moan her name as the last waves of my orgasm roll through me, I don’t have a fucking clue what it is.

But I’ll find out.

She’s under my skin, and I’m sure gonna have some fun getting under hers.