Unlawfully Yours (Lawless MC #1)

19

When I get into work the next morning, there’s an uneasy atmosphere, hushed whispers filling the usually quiet station.

I glance across to Sheriff Walker’s office where he and three other men are talking. The three others are dressed head to toe in identical black suits. They looks important and Walker doesn’t look best pleased to have them here.

“Hey, what’s going on?” I ask Ryan, perching on the edge of his desk.

He leans back in his chair. “Walker’s getting a grilling. Apparently the Mayor and Walker’s superiors aren’t too happy with all the shit that’s been going on lately. Levins’ body in the lake, the Lawson kid’s shooting…”

“You think they’ll try to get rid of him?”

“Wouldn’t put it past them. Walker’s been wearing that badge for far too long, everyone here knows it. He doesn’t deserve it. They also don’t like his connections to the MC. He’s in the firing line and so is the club.”

“Lawless weren’t behind the shooting and I don’t think they killed Levins’ either.” My rush to defend the club surprises him as much as it does me.

His eyes wander somewhere over my shoulder and his face falls. “Oh shit.”

I follow his eye line to where Myles is striding through the station in our direction and my breath hitches.

Jesus, is it hot in here?

I rise from where I’m perched on the desk, blocking his path with a gentle hand on his chest, the leather warm under my palm. “What are you doing here?”

“Came to speak to Walker.”

“Now’s not a good time,” I start. “His superiors are here, apparently they’re looking to tighten the reigns around here, around Walker and all the shit that’s been going on lately. I’m sure you and the club are on their hit list too, seeing you here will only add fuel to the fire.”

“Too late,” Ryan mumbles behind me, just as Walker’s door opens and he and the men step out.

Shit .

Walker’s gaze widens, his jaw tightening when he spots Myles standing beside me. “Mr. Lawson, to what do we owe the pleasure?”

“Walker.” He offers him a tight-lipped smile. “I just stopped by to thank Officer Adams again for saving my son’s life. I dread to think what would’ve happened had she not been there.”

“Oh, of course. Mayor Watson, this is our newest recruit, Officer Adams,” Walker introduces proudly.

The Mayor is tall and lean, the smile seems genuine as it widens on his face. “Ah, the hero of the hour! It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, you did this town a service,” he says, shaking my hand. “You know, the election for the Sheriff’s position is coming up soon, you should consider it, you’re an asset to this town.”

I force a smile, sheepishly looking over to Walker who’s fuming. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Mr. Lawson, it’s been a long time,” Mayor Watson says, shaking his hand.

Myles plasters on a smile. “Too long, how’s the family?”

“Oh, they’re just fine, thanks for asking.” The Mayor turns to the two men accompanying him, “We should be going. Goodbye, Mr. Lawson, Officer Adams.” He gives me a smile. “Sheriff, walk us out?”

I turn to Myles as the four men disappear out of the station. “You need to be careful with him sniffing around.”

The corner of his mouth quirks up. “Funny ain’t it? A few weeks ago you were desperate to get me into some cuffs, and now you’re trying to keep me out of them. Well, I’ll see you around, pixie.”

“What was that all about?” Ryan asks behind me as I watch Myles’ receding back.

“Nothing.”

I’m only out of the shower for a couple of minutes before there’s a knock at the front door.

“Shit,” I mutter, searching around the steamy bathroom for my pyjamas which are nowhere to be found.

Fuck, they’re still in a pile on my bed.

Whoever is at the door knocks again.

“I’m coming!” I call out, biting the bullet of having to go and open the door dressed in just a towel. I rush down the stairs when they knock for a third time.

“I heard you! Jesus ,” I shout as I cross the hallway towards the front door.

When I pull it open, I don’t know why I’m surprised to find Myles standing on my doorstep. I hate how my heart skips a beat to see him here, dressed in his usual figure-hugging t-shirt beneath his Lawless kutte. His thick thighs concealed in his dark jeans.

His ocean blue eyes widen as he takes me in, looking me over and I suddenly feel exposed, my skin tingling under his gaze as it roams over every inch of me. His eyes linger on the part where my legs disappear under my towel before lifting to meet my eyes.

“Bad time?” He sounds almost amused.

Water drips onto my shoulders from my freshly washed hair, his eyes track the droplet as it travels down my chest and disappears between the valley of my breasts.

“If I said yes, would you go away?”

“You wound me, pix,” he says before he shoves his way past me.

“By all means, come on in, why don’t you?” I say sarcastically as I shut the front door, following him into the living room.

Who the hell does he think he is barging into my house?

“Well? To what do I owe this visit?”

He doesn’t look at me directly, his eyes darting anywhere that isn’t me. “Think you ought to change, pix.”

“It’s my house, I can wear what I like,” I challenge.

His eyes snap to mine, his stare dark and heated. “And you’re about thirty seconds away from wearing nothing , so I suggest you put on something that doesn’t make me want to tear off that towel and take you against that wall over there.” He flicks his finger to the wall behind me.

I swallow thickly, the image of him pinning me to my living room wall and ripping my towel away from my body has my clit throbbing with need. My eyes involuntarily dip to see the front of his jeans tenting and my cheeks heat.

“Ten seconds,” he warns.

Not wasting another second, I dart upstairs and quickly change into the pyjamas laid out on my bed, my heart thumping hard enough to hear it in my eardrums.

I come back down a couple of minutes later to find Myles studying the photo that sits on the shelf above the fireplace, the one of Kate, Jeremy and me a couple of years back.

“You can’t just keep showing up here, Myles. People will start to talk,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

“I don’t give a fuck about what people think.”

“Yeah, well I do. I have a reputation to uphold, a respectable one. I can’t have them thinking something is going on between us.”

He drops his hand and turns to face me, a deep crease on his brow. “You ashamed of me or something? Because only someone who is would worry what other people think.”

“I’m not ashamed.”

He stalks towards me, wearing a smirk. “Glad to hear it.”

He leans in when he nears me, but he only manages a brief brush of our lips before I pull away, taking back some of the distance between us. “We can’t do this. I can’t do this anymore.”

“Didn’t stop you from kissing me before.”

“I thought we agreed to forget about it and move on?”

His eyes narrow. “I distinctly remember you wanting to forget about that kiss and me calling bullshit and then you kissing me, again .”

“Stop enjoying this so much.”

“I just don’t see the big deal. I really like kissing you and I think you like kissing me too, so what’s the issue?”

“The issue is that I don’t trust myself when I’m around you. I do things I wouldn’t normally do. The day I came home to you in my house proved that, and then again the other day at the hospital.”

He’s like a magnet that draws me in whenever I’m in the same room as him. He takes over my senses and all my rational thoughts just fade away.

He’s dangerous. A walking red flag, but apparently I’m severely colour blind because even with the warning signs flashing in my mind, I can’t deny how badly I’m drawn to this man.

He closes the space between us, taking both of my hands in his. His touch is delicate, and when I meet his eyes, I find his gaze holds the same softness as his touch. “You and I both know this thing isn’t one sided. I know you feel something. You don’t kiss someone like that and not mean it.”

I can feel it. Deep in my chest, something is blossoming. I hate the truth in his words and how easily he can see right through me, but I can’t allow him in any further.

“Is it so bad that I might want to get to know you better?” he asks.

“Maybe I don’t want that.”

He smooths the pads of his thumbs over the back of my hand lightly. “What are you so afraid of, pix?”

I tug my hands from his. “Why are you pushing this? Is this just some big plan to prove yourself right.”

He frowns. “Right about what?”

“Didn’t you say everyone can be corrupted? Maybe this is how you prove that I can be corrupted after all. Not by money but by how quickly you can get me into bed with you. I’m not sure how easy all of the other women you’ve slept with were, but I am not that easy.”

“Wow…” He scrubs a hand over his stubbled chin, his brows pinched together.

I’ve hurt him, I can tell that much and my stomach twists.

“Maybe you’re not who I thought you were, Allie, and it’s clear you know nothing about me. I get it, being in a motorcycle club comes with a certain reputation. Different woman in my bed every night, sowing my wild oats with anyone who has a pussy, right? Well, I’m sorry to disappoint but that life might suit some of my brothers but it doesn’t suit me. I’m a one woman guy, always have been, and you wanna know the kicker? The one thing that punches me right in the gut? The one woman in this entire goddamn world I shouldn’t want is the one woman who drives me fucking insane.”

Without another word he heads for the front door but his hand hovers on the handle as he turns back to me. “I don’t even know why I came here tonight, I guess I just wanted to see you.”

My heart squeezes at his words. “Myles, whatever this is or isn’t between us, it could never work. I’m a cop, and you’re…”

“The bad guy,” he finishes.

“I wasn’t going to say that.”

“You didn’t have to, it’s written all over your face. But if you were half the cop I believe you to be, you’d be able to see that I’m not the bad guy at all.”

“Myles, I—”

“Not sure visiting Kit’s a good idea anymore,” he cuts in, “wouldn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea.”

My words being thrown back at me is like having a brick smashed into my face. And with that, he disappears out my front door without a backwards glance the sound of his motorcycle fading into the distance a minute later.