Unlawfully Yours (Lawless MC #1)

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“Put your hands behind your back!” I shout, my gun clasped tightly in my fist as I close the space between us.

Myles has his back to me, his hands slowly moving around to his back, that fucking skull on his jacket laughing at me. Taunting me.

For some reason, we’re in my bedroom, the unopened boxes still stacked up in the corner, the pile of my clothes sat at the foot of the bed.

The tip of my gun presses between his shoulder blades. Reaching for the handcuffs on my belt with my free hand, I work them open then slide them onto his wrists. But before I get the chance to tighten them, the gun is knocked from my hand and in a flash, it’s me up against the wall and it’s my wrists locked in the handcuffs, not his.

“My, how the tables have turned, pixie.” His voice makes me shiver as his warm breath tickles the hairs on the back of my neck. “Didn’t I tell you that you’d end up wearing these handcuffs? Guess I was right.”

“Let go of me!” I struggle against his hold, but he overpowers me in both strength and size and some traitorous part of me doesn’t want him to let me go. Not really.

“Are you sure about that? I think you’re enjoying this just as much as I am.”

My heart pounds in my chest, the beat of my heart loud in my ears and as much as I hate the fact, it’s not the anger that has blood rushing through my veins, it’s arousal.

“I hate you,” I force out, not only trying to convince him of that fact but me as well.

“I don’t think you do, darlin’. If you hated me as much as you claim to, you wouldn’t be soaking through your panties right now, would you?”

His calloused fingers trail over the soft skin of my thighs, edging closer and closer to the spot between my legs that’s aching for his touch, the throbbing there almost too much to bear.

He leans closer. “I bet if I was to put my hand between your legs right now, I’d find you dripping for me, wouldn’t I?” His fingers climb higher and I shiver involuntarily as his lips dust over the shell of my ear. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

My knees threaten to buckle. His fingers hook under the elastic of my underwear, and arousal ripples through me, but before he has the chance to go further, a shrill sound rings out.

It sounds like a phone ringing, the sound growing louder and louder until it fills my head.

I jolt awake by the sound of my phone ringing beside me, saving me from whatever direction that dream was going in. I crack open an eye and glance at the clock on my nightstand, the display reading almost ten-thirty. I can’t remember the last time I slept in this late.

I reach for my phone and do my best to ignore the throbbing between my legs as the last remnants of that dream fade from my mind.

“Hello?” I answer, not even bothering to look at the caller ID.

“Hey girl,” Maddie chirps.

“Hey, are you not at work today?”

“There was a water leak during second period, entire ground floor is an inch deep in water.”

“ Shit. ”

“I know, it kinda sucks but I have the afternoon off work so I can’t complain. Want to meet up? We could go for lunch? There’s the cutest little diner by the park I want to show you.”

“Yeah, sounds good. Give me an hour? Text me the address and I’ll meet you there.”

“Awesome, see you later!”

I hang up, tugging off the covers and swinging my legs out of bed before hitting the shower and as much as I want to reach down and quell the ache that resides there from my sex dream about Myles, I refuse to give into the fact that that man has me wound up so fucking tight, pissed that it’s not just my conscious brain he’s invaded, but my unconscious mind too.

A little under an hour later, Maddie and I take a seat in one of the booths under the huge wall-to-wall windows at Sam’s Diner that overlooks the two acre expanse of Beacon Park. It’s fifties inspired, red leather booths with white piping, black and white tiled flooring with a jukebox in the corner by the counter playing out old songs.

“So is the damage to the school bad? Will it be open anytime soon?” I ask, taking a sip of my coffee.

“They’re working on it now. Some of the furniture will need to be replaced and sadly some of the kids’ work got destroyed. The water was only about an inch deep, but it did a lot of damage. They’ve got to assess any structural issues and make sure it’s safe before they reopen.”

The waitress arrives at our table with our food, a club sandwich for me and a Caesar wrap for Maddie.

“Is there anything else I can get you?”

“No, thank you,” I reply, and with that she heads back behind the counter.

I bring my sandwich up to my mouth, letting my eyes do a quick sweep of the diner and I soon come to regret it when my gaze settles on a familiar face. My shoulders deflate as I let out a groan, dropping my sandwich onto my plate.

“Jesus, this really is a small town,” I complain, spotting a couple of the Lawless crew in one of the tables on the opposite side of the small diner.

Maddie follows my eye line. “You know Jett Lawson and Killian Hunt?”

Lawson?

The one with the short beard and the man-bun I’ve had the displeasure of meeting before when I arrested their leader. That one must be Killian. The one opposite him must be Jett Lawson because even at this distance, I can see the family resemblance. He and Myles must be brothers.

“Only their asshole leader.”

“Myles? I promise he’s really not that bad.”

“What do you know about him?” I ask curiously, turning my attention back to my friend.

“Not a lot. All I know is that he’s a single dad after his ex walked out on him when his son was just a baby, poor kid. Outside of the club, he pretty much keeps to himself. To be honest, I think he’s a little lonely.”

I frown. “What makes you say that?”

“He lives across the street from my house. Whenever I see him around, he always seems a little sad.”

“Doesn’t he have a girlfriend or something?”

“I don’t think so. The only girl I’ve ever seen go into his house is his babysitter.”

The cushion dips as someone slides into the booth beside me and I already know who it is without looking. I force my eyes up to find Killian Hunt wearing a shit-eating grin. “Hey there, doll.”

My eyes narrow and his smile only widens at my annoyance.

Again with the nicknames…

Jett slides in beside Maddie. “What’s up, Madz? Thought that was you.” He gives her a genuine smile, nudging her arm playfully with his elbow.

“Hey, Jett.” She beams back, a tinge of pink creeping up onto her cheeks.

His eyes flick to me. “You’re the new cop, right? Heard a lot about you. We haven’t officially met, I’m Jett, Myles’ brother.” Jett offers me a hand and I take it.

“Allie.”

Up close, I can’t get over how alike Jett is to his older brother. The genes in this family are ridiculous. They should be on the cover of GQ magazine. They share the same, broad shoulders, razor-sharp jawline and thick dark locks, only Jett’s hair is cropped a little shorter. His eyes, like his brother’s, are blue, but not nearly as striking.

“I believe you’ve already met Killian here,” Jett says, inclining his head to his friend next to me.

“Unfortunately,” I reply flatly.

Killian slaps a hand to his chest dramatically. “And here I thought I’d made a good impression.”

“Oh, trust me, you made an impression.”

Jett snorts from across the table.

“No handcuffs today?” Killian asks me.

“Why? Do I need them?”

“You couldn’t stick me with a parking ticket, babe, and you know it,” he replies with a cocky grin and my blood heats.

I go to tell him to fuck off when Jett intervenes. “We’re just gonna get out of your hair, think your lunch break is over anyway, right Kill?”

“Ugh, and I was having so much fun.” Sarcasm drips from his voice, his eyes not wavering from mine.

“Kill, leave her alone, we both know she enjoys fighting with my brother a hell of a lot more than she does with you.” Jett offers me a wink as he slides back out of the booth.

Killian studies me for a moment longer before rising to his feet, allowing his friend to tug him away.

We watch as they head out of the diner and once the bell above the door signals that they’re gone, I can finally breathe.

Maddie slaps her hands on the table and leans forward. “Okay, explain .”

Maddie waits for me to start talking, and there’s no way she’s letting me off without telling her every single detail.

“I arrested Myles last week and unbeknownst to me his crew has got the Sheriff firmly in their back pocket, and now he won’t leave me alone. He’s everywhere and he knows exactly how to push all my buttons.”

Her mouth stretches into a grin. “You must’ve really made an impression on him. He’s not one for chasing women, he leaves that to his brother and Kill.”

“I wouldn’t call it chasing, it’s definitely not like that between us. If I’m honest, I can’t stand him.”

“Tell that to the blush in your cheeks.” She smirks and my hands reach for my heated cheeks. “You don’t have to like him to notice how ridiculously handsome he is. No harm in appreciating a little eye candy, it’s hard to come by in a town like this.”

“Fine, he’s attractive,” I concede, “but that doesn’t make up for the complete asshole he is on the inside.”

“I promise you, Myles is one of the good ones and if you’ve caught his interest then you must’ve really gotten under his skin.”

“Lucky me,” I deadpan, hating the fact that he’s gotten under my skin too.