Unlawfully Yours (Lawless MC #1)

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“How you feeling today, bud?” I ask, sinking down into the chair beside my son’s bedside.

“Good. My shoulder doesn’t hurt so much today.”

I smile. “I’m glad to hear it.”

“Uncle Jett texted me earlier, he says he’s gonna come see me later with Vaughn.”

I don’t know why I bristle when I hear Vaughn’s name, but the way Allie spoke of how close he seemed with Grimes at the club has me on edge. I know his job is to get close to him, but something in my gut is telling me to keep an eye on him.

“You need me to grab anything from home for you?”

Kit shakes his head. “No thanks.”

“I’ve got some stuff to do at the shop today, but I’ll stop by later, okay? I just wanted to drop in.”

“Can you bring pizza? The food here is worse than your cooking,” he comments.

“Hey! I take offense to that remark. Just remember you may be eleven, but you’re not too old to have your ass whooped.”

“I’m faster now, gonna have to catch me first, old man,” he jokes, a smile tugging at his mouth.

“Enough of the old . I’m thirty six, I’ll have you know,” I correct him. “Look, I gotta run, buddy. I’ll bring pizza.” I ruffle his hair like I used to do when he was little and he squirms away. “See you, bud.” I turn for the door.

“Hey, Dad?” he calls behind me. “You think you could ask Allie to come see me soon?”

Just the mention of her name has my heart thumping in my chest and blood rushing to my dick. I run a hand over my stubbled jaw. “I don’t know, buddy. She might be busy, but I’ll ask.”

He smiles. “Thanks.”

“Love you, Son.”

“Yeah, yeah…” he dismisses with a roll of his eyes as his cheeks turn red. He’s never really been one to say the words I love you , not since he was a little kid. I can’t blame him, I was the same with my dad at his age. But I don’t care how old he gets or how embarrassed my admission makes him, I’m never gonna stop telling my boy how much he means to me.

“Fuck!” I roar, throwing my wrench down onto the ground with a loud clang, my body trembling with anger. Nothing is working, even the simple shit seems to be ten times harder this morning.

“You okay there, Prez?” Beau, one of the club’s Prospects asks, his head poking around the side of the Buick he’s working on in the bay next to me.

He’s a handsome baby-faced little shit who just turned twenty-one but definitely doesn’t look his age. He’s been Prospecting for the club for a while now and is due to be a patched member of Lawless in a few months. He’s proven his loyalty time and time again and I’m looking forward to seeing him flourish with the club. He helps out a lot at the shop and he seems to enjoy working with his hands. I’ve taught him everything he knows and it keeps him out of trouble, so I can’t complain.

“Just fine, kid. Didn’t get a lot of sleep is all.” It’s not a total lie. I spent most of the night staring up at the ceiling thinking of Allie, unable to shut my mind off enough to fall asleep. That was after I jacked off twice thinking of her and how she felt up against me.

After visiting Kit this morning, I had planned on getting some work done at the shop today in the hopes it would take my mind off of recent events, but even the oil change I’m doing on an old Honda can’t keep me distracted enough to stop my mind from wandering.

Fuck, she felt so good wrapped around my cock. So incredibly warm. So unbelievably wet.

I don’t know if it’s the fact that my dick hasn’t so much as seen a woman’s pussy for over a decade, or if it was the fact it was her pussy, but fuck me… I’m fucked .

I can’t get her off my mind no matter what I do. I’ve known all along that one touch would never be enough for me and I should’ve known taking up the challenge to corrupt her would backfire. Hell, it fucking blew up in my face. Because she’s ruined me for every other woman, because I’ll never want anyone as much as I want her.

“Sounds like you need some pussy, Prez. Might free you of some of that tension.”

I give him a look that shows I’m not impressed. “Pussy is exactly my problem, smart ass.”

“The good stuff always is.” He grins.

“I’m surprised you know what good pussy feels like, kid. What are you, fourteen?”

He snorts a laugh. “Boss, I’d lost my virginity long before I turned fourteen.”

“Who the hell was dumb enough to let you poke ‘em with your tiny prepubescent dick?”

“Chelsea Parker. Senior at my school. Might’ve been fourteen but I didn’t hear her complaining about it. So who’s pussy’s got you all wound up? Never heard you talk about a woman as long as I’ve been here. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with one.”

“That’s because meaningless sex doesn’t do it for me, kid. You’ll soon get bored when you’re older. You’ll realise you want more.”

“Nah, not built that way, Prez. Can’t imagine settling for one woman.”

“We’ll see.”

I finally get the oil change done and back the car off the ramps ready for the owner to come pick it up in an hour before retreating to my office.

Settling down onto the chair at my desk, I dig out my phone and dial my brother.

“Myles, what can I do for you?”

“Hey, brother. You got Maddie’s number?” I ask.

“Uh, yeah, why?”

“You think you could get Allie’s number off her for me?”

“You mean you’ve been dancing around this chick for weeks and you still don’t have her number?”

I roll my eyes. “Can you get it or not?”

“Give me a few.” He hangs up, and I don’t have to wait five minutes before he texts me her number which I immediately save to my phone.

My fingers hover over the screen for fucking ages. What the hell do I say to her?

I hit send and my heart thumps as I begin typing again.

I scrub that last message, there’s no way I can send that.

No! Nope. Absolutely not. I’m not going to be that guy. I delete that sentence and begin again.

I send it off before I talk myself out of the whole thing and try my hardest to concentrate on my work, but every now and then I keep checking my phone for those three little dots to appear next to her name, but they never come and I can’t help but feel a degree of disappointment.

Pushing her from her mind, I spend the rest of the day sorting through the stack of paperwork on my desk that is long overdue. I’ve been neglecting things of late, so it’s about time I get my act together.

A few hours later, I’m balancing two large pizzas in one hand and two cans of Coke in the other, I reach for the handle of Kit’s door, but come to a stop when I’m met with the sound of laughter from the other side.

“You suck at this game,” Kit says.

“Gee, thanks. And here I thought we were friends.” My heart lurches at the sound of Allie’s voice, that same beautiful voice that was like music to my ears when she came all over my cock last night. Fuck, I could get hard just thinking of the way she moaned for me.

When I enter the room, Allie’s pulled her chair closer to Kit, her knees tucked under her chin, her eyes narrowed in concentration as she presses buttons on the games console in her hand.

Neither of them have noticed me standing there until I clear my throat.

“Dad!” Kit beams, pausing the game he and Allie are playing and tossing his console onto the bed.

“Hey, bud.” I smile at my son before meeting Allie’s gaze. The sight of those beautiful eyes alone almost have my knees buckling. “Hey, pix.”

The nickname slips out before I can stop it.

“Hey.” She forces a smile before averting her eyes as though she can’t bring herself to look at me.

“Pix?” Kit asks.

“It’s nothing,” I lie, moving further into the room.

The door clicks shut behind me and I drop the pizza boxes onto the bed and take a seat in the chair beside Kit, opposite to Allie.

“You brought pizza! Allie, do you wanna stay and have pizza with us?” Kit asks, his eyes wide and hopeful.

“Oh, I don’t know about that. I should prob—” She begins to push off her chair.

“Stay,” I say, cutting her off and her eyes lift to mine, surprised that I’d ask her to stay.

She studies me for a moment before settling back into her chair. “What are we having?”

“We’ve got chicken with mushrooms and pineapple for the invalid over there because he’s disgusting, and a boring margarita for me,” I answer.

Her eyes flick to my son. “Tell me you’re not one of those weirdos who eats pineapple on a pizza, Kit.”

He shrugs. “It’s awesome!”

She screws up her nose, and if that isn’t the cutest thing I’ve seen. “We can no longer be friends. That’s just disgusting.”

I laugh, opening both pizza boxes and spread them out on Kit’s bed. “Help yourself,” I tell her.

Kit’s already on his second slice by the time I’m reaching for my first, and as I go to move for a slice, I catch Allie’s fingers with mine as she does the same.

A bolt of electricity passed through us and my gaze settles on hers, a small gasp escaping her lips which tells me she felt it too. There’s a flare of something in her eyes when we touch. Excitement , but she schools her features quickly.

I’d thought that having sex with her might get her out of my system and calm some of this sexual tension between us, but if anything it’s only heightened it. The air around us is palpable, so thick you could cut it with a blunt butter knife.

“I totally slaughtered Allie on my game!” my son boasts, breaking whatever that was between us as we break apart, the loss of her fingers against mine is instant.

She swats him playfully on his good arm. “Hey, give me a break, it was my first time. Some of us can’t sit around all day playing video games. We have to work.”

“Ugh. I don’t wanna grow up. Is it as bad as everyone says it is?”

“Yes.” Allie and I say in unison, and a smile tugs at her mouth a she sneaks a glance in my direction.

“Allie, do you have a boyfriend?” Kit asks, catching her off guard.

Her eyes flick to mine for a brief second before she answers. “No. I used to but he was an idiot.”

The thought of her with someone else has jealousy coursing through my veins, a feeling I’ve never experienced before and I want to rip the guy—whoever he is—to shreds for even touching her.

“Why was he an idiot?” Kit presses.

“Because he didn’t like that I was a police officer, that I liked my independence and that I wanted a career of my own. He wanted me to stay at home, cook, clean and be there when he got home from work. It was a long time ago so I haven’t thought about him in years.”

“That’s stupid. You’re right, he is an idiot.”

This makes her laugh.

“My dad’s not an idiot,” Kit mumbles before shoving another slice into his mouth.

“Kit,” I warn. I know exactly where this is going.

“What?” he asks around a mouthful of food. “You’re not an idiot, and Allie’s super cool and really pretty. Why can’t you be her boyfriend?”

“It’s not that simple, buddy.”

“Why not? Uncle Jett told me that you like her and he wishes you’d just bang her and get it over with, whatever that means.”

My eyes go wide at the same time Allie chokes on her pizza, coughing and spluttering, fighting to regain her breath.

“He did, did he?” I grumble. “Well, I’m gonna have a word with Uncle Jett.” And maybe kick him in the nuts while I’m at it. Why the fuck is he discussing my sex life with my eleven year-old child?

I’ll kill him.

“Thanks for the pizza, guys, I really should get going, get out of your hair,” Allie announces, rising from her chair.

“Allie, do you want your lion back?” Kit reaches for the stuffed animal she let him borrow, holding it out for her.

“You keep a hold of it for a while longer, at least until you’re out of this place.”

“Okay, you’ll come back, right?” Kit asks.

“Of course, but maybe next time I won’t have to visit you in the hospital.”

“You can come over and have dinner with us. Can’t she, Dad?”

She stops. Her eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights. Like she can’t possibly think of anything worse than sharing a meal with us in my house.

“Anytime,” I say.

She gives me a small smile before leaning in to hug Kit goodbye. She offers me one last glance over her shoulder before disappearing out the door, and I’m on my feet before the door has chance to close.

“Allie,” I call after her.

“Myles, please don’t,” she sighs as she turns to face me.

“You’re ashamed of me, of what happened last night.” It’s not a question.

“I’m not ashamed of you. I’m ashamed of myself, of what I allowed to happen.”

“There’s nothing wrong about what we did. We both wanted it,” I remind her.

“But that’s the problem. You think I’m working with The Cobras. Do you know how that feels? To know you think I would do something like that? And even then, after all that, I still wanted it. Wanted you .”

“I don’t think that, not anymore.”

“What changed your mind?”

“Last night. Us . Sex like that you can’t fake.” I’ve never felt anything more real.

“How did you get my number?” she asks.

“Might’ve got my brother to persuade a certain brunette elementary teacher to give it to me.”

“There goes the end of that friendship.” I don’t miss the twitch of her mouth as she fights back a smile.

I step further into her space, taking her hands in mine. “Do you regret it? Because I sure as fuck don’t.”

“I should regret it.” But I don’t . Her unspoken words are loud and clear as she peers down at our joined hands.

“So where does this leave us?” I ask.

Her eyes lift to mine. “I don’t know, Myles. I just don’t know.” And without another word, she turns and heads down the corridor and all I can do is watch.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, Killian’s number flashing up on the screen. “Yeah?”

“Ray said to tell you that job you wanted doing is done.” The unspoken meaning behind his words makes me smile. Ricky, Grimes’ shithead VP is gone.

“Good, tell him I appreciate it. I’ll be back at the clubhouse later. I’ll see you there.”

“Sure will, Prez.”