Unlawfully Yours (Lawless MC #1)

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“You really have no problem making yourself at home in strangers houses, do you?” I ask, leaning up against the doorway with my arms folded, watching as Myles fries some eggs and bacon on the stove in my kitchen.

He grins at me over his shoulder. “I’m definitely no stranger to you after what we did last night, pix.”

Flashes of images from last night fill my mind, heat spreading between my legs when I remember everything he did, the dirty things he made my body do. In fact, I’m not sure that heat ever left. I swear I’ve been soaked ever since he stepped foot in my house a little over twelve hours ago. Is it possible to be turned on for this long?

You know those people who say they see stars when they come? I always thought it was bullshit because I’ve not once in my life had an orgasm that strong. Until last night.

Jesus, the man is an orgasm machine.

He had me coming so hard my legs turned to jelly and I couldn’t walk straight for almost ten minutes.

He must notice me daydreaming because he stalks towards me, caging me against the wall with his huge body as he dips down to kiss me, his musky scent invading my senses. “If you want to repeat last night, you don’t have to relive the memories, I’m right here to take you back there in person.”

I can’t stop the laugh that slips free, mixing with the sound of his. It’s deep and gravelly as it rumbles up his chest.

I love it.

“Need some help?” I tip my head to the food that’s sizzling away in the pan.

“Nah, baby. I’m done. Go park your gorgeous ass on the seat over there. I’d love nothing more than to take you back upstairs and revisit last night, but I need to feed you first.”

As soon as my eyes clock the dining table, the same table I was lying naked on last night, my cheeks flame. Two plates are set out beside each other, both with empty mugs and cutlery.

“Don’t worry, I cleaned it before you came down,” Myles says behind me, brushing past me to fill each mug with coffee, glancing over at me with a knowing grin.

I take a seat at the table, watching as Myles plates up our breakfast before sliding into the seat next to me.

He picks up his fork and begins eating, stopping to look at me when he notices I haven’t moved.

He frowns. “What’s wrong?”

This man is never short of surprises, and I’m a little dumbfounded to say the least. I can’t wrap my head around that he’s here, cooking me breakfast in my kitchen.

Taking care of me.

“Sorry. I… I’m just not used to this. Being taken care of, being waited on. It’s… strange .”

“Why is it strange?”

“Because I’ve always relied on myself. I’ve always been independent so letting someone take care of me doesn’t come easy. It probably sounds stupid.”

“It doesn’t sound stupid, Allie. I’ve been on my own for a long damn time, raised Kit by myself since he was a baby, I know how it feels to have to rely on yourself. Just know you don’t have to, not when you’re with me. I haven’t had the pleasure of a woman’s company for far too long and I miss it. I miss being wanted, needed . Let me indulge? Let me take care of you.”

A warm feeling settles in my stomach at his words and tears prickle in the backs of my eyes but I force them back. When I invited him over last night, I didn’t really think beyond the flying buttons and torn panties part. Him cooking me breakfast the next morning as if it’s the most normal thing in the world didn’t occur to me. It even scares me a little. I want to ask him what happens now, where this leaves us and what exactly we’re doing, but I decide against it. I don’t want to label it. I don’t want to think about what comes next. I’m happy to live in this make believe for a little while longer.

“Okay.” I smile.

“Now eat your breakfast, pix. It’ll go cold.”

After we’ve eaten, he helps me wash up the dishes and put them away before he decides he’s still hungry and ultimately, I’m what he wants. He carries me back upstairs and eats me with the same hunger and need as he did when I was spread out on the dining table like an all you can eat buffet last night.

With his expert tongue, skilled fingers and the way his stubbled jaw grazes the insides of my thighs, he has me coming within minutes before flipping me over onto my hands and knees and taking me from behind, resulting in yet another toe-curling, vision-stealing orgasm.

He awoke something within me that first night when he brought me home from The Cobras’ club, a need that I’ve sustained for so long, convincing myself that I could live without it.

Sex has never felt good. Ever . And I never fully understood how women like it so much until now. For me, it was never the way they show it in the movies, despite its obvious theatrics and dramatisation, sex was never fireworks and multiple orgasms. I’m almost ashamed to say that at the age of twenty-seven, I’ve never experienced anything like that. My sexual encounters always fell flat and left me feeling used and underwhelmed, forced to finish off what they started by myself. It’s only now I’ve realised I’ve been choosing the wrong men because Myles puts them all to shame. Their touches never left trails of fire on my skin the way his did. Their “dirty talk” was nothing in comparison to his. Myles Lawson has a way with words that shoot straight to my clit.

He’s a beast, and I’m here for it.

I think on what Maddie said to me; that if I do want Myles, to take him and enjoy it, do something for me for a change and that’s exactly what I’m doing. I’m going to enjoy this for however long it lasts.

Myles’ phone buzzes beside him on the nightstand.

“Hello?” he answers. “Yeah, that’s me… He is? That’s great. I’ll be there shortly. Thank you.” He hangs up and looks over at me. “They’re discharging Kit this morning.”

I smile. “That’s great news.”

He slides out of bed, crossing my bedroom to where his clothes lie discarded and all I can do is admire his perfectly sculpted ass as he walks away, bending to tug on his underwear and jeans.

“I can feel your eyes burning into the skin of my ass, pix,” he says without even turning around.

A laugh escapes me as I bury my face in my pillow, hiding the blush that is rising there.

He kneels on the bed, reaching for the back of my neck to bring my face to his, sealing his mouth over mine. He drags back the sheet that covers my naked body before he pulls me up, settling me on his lap, my knees either side of his hips as I straddle him.

His gorgeous blue eyes dance over my face while his fingers push back my dishevelled hair that has fallen across it. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, gazing at me with a look that shoots straight to my heart and my eyes drop to my lap.

“You don’t believe me?”

“I’m not used to hearing it.”

“You better get used to it, pix. I’m gonna tell you you’re beautiful until you believe me and keep on telling you long after that.”

My heart skips a beat as I press my lips to his.

“Do you want to come over for dinner tonight? Kit would love to have you there for his first night back home. My brother will most likely invite himself, any excuse for free food,” he chuckles. “I’d really like you there,” he adds.

Say no.

This isn’t what you signed up for, I remind myself. It’s too much too soon. Too personal . It’s supposed to be just sex, not this .

“Okay,” I agree, ignoring the voice in my head that screams, ‘what the fuck are you doing?’ .

His mouth widens with a smile. “Want me to pick you up?”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind driving.”

“I’ll text you the address.” He rises off the bed, taking me with him before setting me down on my feet. “See you later, baby.”

He presses one final kiss to my lips before swiping his shirt off the floor and disappearing out the door. The front door clicks shut and I move to my window to see him climb onto his bike, pulling on his kutte before starting the engine. He revs it a few times, the deep vibrations of the engine rippling through me as he eases out of the driveway and tears off down the street.

The loss of him is instant and I have to catch myself before I become too attached, something that I’m finding is dangerously easy when it comes to him.

I can’t afford to catch any more feelings for this man, but I’m scared it might be too late.