Unlawfully Yours (Lawless MC #1)

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To say I’m angry would be a colossal understatement right now.

I’m fucking livid.

Fury rolls off my body in waves so much I’m visibly shaking as I stare down at Allie, her bright green eyes filled with the same level of rage that floods my veins.

“Give me my phone,” she demands, making a grab for it but I’m faster, holding it further out of reach which isn’t hard considering the height difference.

“You won’t be needing it,” I reply coolly.

“Who the hell do you think you are?”

“Right now, I’m your worst fucking nightmare, pix. Jett, you mind taking Maddie home?” I ask my brother, my eyes not once straying from Allie’s.

“No way, she’s my friend. We came here together, we’re leaving together.” Allie takes a step towards her friend. “Come on, let’s go.”

I take her arm in my grip, halting her movements. “I don’t think so.”

“I’ll get her home safe, Allie. I swear.” Jett gives Allie a reassuring smile before flicking his gaze to me and smirks, “Good luck, brother.”

Maddie’s eyes flick between me and Allie, her brows pulled into a confused frown before giving me a small wave goodbye. “See you later, Al.”

We watch as Jett steers her down the street where their bikes are parked up.

“How did you know I was here? Did you follow me?” she asks.

“Maybe.” I shrug, turning back to face her.

“So you’re stalking me now? Why?”

“Because I don’t trust you, and you being here gives me just another reason why not to.”

I kept thinking on what Venom said to me at the hospital the other day. The fact that I know nothing about this woman. I thought it was a load of bullshit until the other night when she told me she didn’t want me getting to know her.

She was closed off. Defensive. Like she was hiding something.

Earlier tonight I headed over to her house to confront her, only to see her and my neighbour, Maddie Owens climbing into a cab, all dressed up and pretty and curiosity got the best of me.

So I followed them.

As soon as I saw the cab pulling up outside The Cobras’ club, I called my brother for back up. I wasn’t stupid enough to go inside there, outnumbered in an enemy’s club surrounded by their entire fucking crew, but she clearly is that stupid.

Why the fuck would she go there?

Why would she put herself in that much danger unless she knew the risks already? Unless she wasn’t in any danger at all…

“Now, let’s go.” I head for my bike, but I only hear my footsteps as I walk away.

I turn back. Allie is in the same spot as before, she hasn’t moved an inch, her arms folded over her chest defiantly.

“You’re getting on the back of my bike, pix. Easy way or the hard way, I don’t really care. Whether I drag you, carry you or you sashay your cute little ass there yourself, one way or the other, you’re getting on my bike,” I grumble.

“Fuck you,” she spits, barging past me, shoving her shoulder into mine as she takes off down the street in the opposite direction to where my bike’s parked up.

Just as I’d hoped…

“Hard way it is,” I say with a grin, before following her.

It doesn’t take me long to catch up to her and she’s in my arms and tossed over my shoulder within a second.

“Put me down you bastard!” she shouts, kicking her legs that I clutch to my chest tighter, my other hand splayed possessively over her denim-covered ass, though there’s nothing I can do about her fists slamming against my back. “Myles, I swear to god I will slap handcuffs on you so fast you’re head will spin if you don’t put me down right now!”

All I can do is chuckle. “Nah, I don’t think you will.”

“So glad you find this funny,” she snaps, not bothering to pound me with her fists anymore, resigned to the fact she can’t escape my hold.

When I reach my bike, I drop her back onto her feet, only for the palm of her hand to connect to my cheek. It stings for a moment, but I’ve dealt with blows a lot harder than that.

“How dare you!” she seethes.

“That’s the last time you do that, pix,” I warn.

She swings for me again but this time I catch her, pulling her into me. The sharp movement displaces her hair, the ends sticking to her lip gloss and I reach out, tucking it behind her ear, but my eyes catch on something.

I tip her chin up with my other hand, noticing a thick red mark around her neck, and suddenly all the anger I felt towards her only moments ago drains away and a murderous rage surges within me at the image of some sick bastard putting his hands on her.

Hurting her.

I’m not stupid. I know what kind of club this is, and while I have no problem with it, I do have a problem with whoever the fuck laid their hands on her.

“Who the fuck did this to you, pix?” I growl, my eyes transfixed on her neck as my jaw clenches.

“Nobody.”

My eyes dart up to hers. “Don’t fucking lie to me. Who did this? Was it one of those Cobra assholes?”

She doesn’t say anything.

“I’ll fucking kill them!”

“No you won’t,” she protests. “I don’t need you to defend me, I’m a big girl and I can take care of myself. You wanted to take me home, so take me home. Come on, let’s go.” With her wrist still firming clamped in my hand, she tugs me towards my bike.

I hand her my helmet, and I can tell by the way her body is curled in on itself that she’s cold, and how could she not be in just a pair of jeans and wafer thin cami top? It’s a little breezy and her bare arms are covered in goose bumps.

I shrug off my jacket and drape it around her shoulders. It swallows her up, easily three or four sizes too big for her.

She glances up at me over her shoulder. “What’re you doing?”

“You’re cold, I can’t have that. And before you ask, I’ll be fine. Got thick skin even the cold can’t penetrate.”

She mouth twitches with the hint of a smirk. “I wasn’t going to ask.”

I chuckle. “You kill me, pix.”

I swing my leg over to straddle my bike before starting the engine that roars to life, the vibrations radiating through my body. Allie climbs on behind me, gripping loosely at the edges of my kutte.

“Gotta hold on tighter than that, pix,” I toss over my shoulder, reaching back for her hands and securing them at my stomach. I grip her knees next, pressing them tight at my hips and fuck if that’s not the best feeling in the world.

It’s been a long damn time since I’ve had a girl on the back of my bike and it feels fucking great, her warmth seeping through my clothes and into my skin, my cock twitching from the feeling of having her body wrapped around mine.

“Hold on tight,” I say before kicking back the kickstand and pulling away from the curb.

As we cut through the cool night air, I feel her helmet bump my back, clearly using my body as a shield to protect her from the cold wind that whips around us.

We hit a bump on the road and her hand momentarily slips and grazes my dick through my jeans and that brief connection is all it takes to bring it to life.

She replaces her hand where it was, squeezing my mid-section tightly, probably hoping I didn’t notice the slip of her hand, but I sure as fuck did . That simple touch was all it took to have wildfire spreading throughout my body.

My cock throbs and an image fills my mind which has me swerving slightly towards the ditch. It’s a flash of us just like this, blasting down the open road, the wind whipping past us, her hand in my jeans as she jacks me off at eighty miles an hour.

Fuck me …

Thirty minutes later, we’re pulling up outside her house and she’s up and off my bike before I have time to kill the engine.

She tosses me her helmet and my jacket before turning for her front door without a single word or backwards glance.

“You think we’re done here?” I call after her as she jams her key into the lock.

She whips her head around. “I have nothing else to say to you.”

I push off my bike, throwing the helmet onto the front lawn with a thump. “Well, I sure fucking do.”

I storm towards her and push my way into her house before she can protest.

She slams the door and follows me into the living room where I’m pacing back and forth. “How dare you do this! First you follow me, manhandle me onto your bike and then have the audacity to waltz in here like it’s your house. Have you forgotten that I’m a cop?”

“Not at all. It’s the fact that you’re a cop that makes me wonder what the fuck you were thinking by going there tonight.”

“I went to a club with my friend, what’s wrong with that?”

“Don’t give me that bullshit. You knew exactly who runs The Snake Pit, why else venture all the way into Hillcrest?”

“Why I went there is none of your concern. I don’t have to explain myself to you, you’re not my boyfriend, hell we’re barely even friends. Acquaintances at most .”

“Acquaintances kiss then do they? Twice ?”

“It’s called a mistake. A momentary lack of judgement that sure as hell will never happen again.”

“Are you working with him? Grimes?” And there it is. It’s the question that has been lingering on the tip of my tongue all night, I just never dared ask for fear of the answer.

Her face morphs into something akin to repulsion and she recoils back like I’ve slapped her across the face. “You think I’m working with him? As what, a spy? Why would I do that?”

I shrug. “He gets out of prison, hell bent on destroying my club, then you show up a few weeks later. My son is shot in the street and low and behold, there you are again. A little convenient don’t you think?”

“I wouldn’t work for that son of a bitch if he paid me all the money in the world. The fact you think I would do that is…” Her eyes glaze over with tears.

Fuck . I’ve hurt her.

She turns her face away from me, hugging her arms around her body. “If only you knew…”

“Then tell me. You can trust me, Allie.”

Her head whips around. “Can I? Like you so clearly trust me?”

Touché .

“Instead of questioning me, why not ask your right-hand man why he was cosying up to Grimes tonight.”

“What?”

“ Vaughn! Or Venom or whatever the hell his name is. Seemed to fit right in with The Cobras from what I could see.”

Venom was at the club? He never mentioned he was meeting with Grimes tonight. I could tell her the truth about him going undercover to gather intel, but I still don’t fully trust her yet.

“Just go, Myles. It’s clear we know each other even less than we both thought.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” I take a step towards her. “For whatever reason you wound up in that slimy asshole’s club, you’re in need of punishment.”

Her eyes flash with something. Shock? Anger? Excitement , maybe ?

“You won’t touch me. I won’t let you.” She puts on a strong front, I’ll give her that, and her defiance only has my cock growing harder in my jeans. She might think she doesn’t want this, but her body gives her away. Her chest rising and falling quickly, her breaths coming out uneven. Her blown-out pupils are wide with arousal as her tongue darts out to wet her dry lips.

She’s as turned on as I am.

“I wouldn’t be so sure. I’ll make sure you enjoy it, pix.” I smirk, taking another step towards her as she takes one back.

“I hate you,” she spits, taking one final step until her ass hits the sideboard.

I crowd her, close enough to smell the sweet vanilla scent that clings to her skin. “No you don’t.”

“Yeah, actually I do,” she counters.

“Then tell me to stop,” I say right before I dive in, taking her mouth with mine with a force that knocks her off balance, reaching out for my arms to steady her.

My hand goes to the back of her head, threading my fingers through her soft thick hair as my tongue pushes past her lips, and I’m met with a moan when hers connects with mine.

She doesn’t fight me like I expect her to, instead I’m met with the same ferocity as my own kiss. She tastes like every fantasy that’s ever filled my mind. She feels like every wet dream I’ve ever had and nothing even comes close to the feel of her in my arms.

My fingers graze her neck and I feel her wince as we break apart.

I trace the thick red mark that collars her neck with the pad of my thumb, doing my best to tamp down the wave of anger that rises like a tsunami inside me.

“Who did this, Al?” I ask on an exhale.

“You can keep asking but I’m not going to tell you.”

My forehead tips to hers. “You just love to frustrate the fuck out of me don’t you, pixie?”

A small laugh slips past her lips. “Well I’m not going to make it easy for you. That’s not my style.”

I chuckle. My hands cup her face, tilting her head back to give me access to her neck, dusting my lips over the angry marks on her skin. I kiss her lightly, breathing her in and revelling in how she shivers beneath my touch. “You drive me fucking insane, baby.”

“That makes two of us.”

I reach down to take her ass in my hands, pulling her tighter against me, her pussy grazing the steel rod straining painfully behind my zipper.

I pull back just enough to meet her eyes. “Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll walk away. I’ll leave you alone. I won’t ever bother you again. Just say you don’t want this.”

Maybe I’m giving her a way out because deep down I know what happens if she lets me do this. It’ll be hard as fuck to walk away if she wants me to, but I’m a man of my word and I’ll respect her wishes, whichever she chooses.

“I’m not going to tell you that.”

“Then tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me.”