Unlawfully Yours (Lawless MC #1)

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“Wow, bro. That’s an ‘I’m a lucky bastard who spent the entire night buried in pussy’ smile if ever I saw one,” Jett grins, slapping me on the back. “Proud of you, dude.”

“Fuck off,” I grumble, schooling my face because apparently I’m smiling like the cat who got the cream without even realising I was doing it—and I guess I kind of did— many times.

In all honesty, I can’t remember a time when I felt like this, even with all the other shit going on in my life, for the first time in a while, I’m actually happy.

It’s a strange but welcome feeling.

It’s probably a little pathetic that I’m feeling this way after spending only a short amount of time with her, but it’s that old cliché of when you know, you know. ”

“It’s her, isn’t it? Allie?” my brother probes.

“Yeah.” There’s no point denying it, he’ll find out soon enough anyway when she walks through the door in about ten minutes.

“How does she ride, brother?” He cocks a grin.

“I’m not dignifying that question with an answer,” I say, pushing past him as I head through to the dining room to set the table. “I don’t kiss and tell like you or the others, I have more respect for her than to do that.”

“Fine,” he huffs as he trails after me.

“Oh, and why is my eleven year-old son telling me to, and I quote, ‘bang her and get it over with’ ?”

The corners of his mouth twitch. “ Yeaaaahh , my bad.”

“Jett,” I sigh, rubbing my forehead. “Kit is impressionable. He looks up to you, and as his uncle I need you to set a good example. I can’t have him talking like that.”

His face falls as the full weight of it sinks in. “I’m sorry, brother. I’ll do better, I promise.”

“Here, you can start by setting the table.” I toss him the place mats and a pile of plates.

“Wait. Why are there four plates?” he asks, and it only takes him a couple of seconds to catch up and before he can say anything, the door bell chimes.

“Best behaviour,” I warn as I head for the front door.

Kit thunders down the stairs two at a time. “Is that Allie?” he asks excitedly.

“Yes and stop running, you’re supposed to be resting. Now go into the living room, we’ll be in soon.”

He rolls his eyes. “Ugh, okay.”

Once he disappears into the living room, only then do I open the front door and the sight of her takes my breath away.

Her short black hair is curled, framing her already perfect face perfectly. Her makeup is minimal, not that she needs any, but her beautiful green eyes are lined in black and her lips stained in a pale pink. Underneath a black leather jacket, she’s wearing a white tea dress that ends just above her knees, a thick tan belt wrapped around her middle.

“Hi,” she says softly.

“Hey, beautiful.”

Her big black boots give her a couple more inches in height, making it easier to claim her mouth as I tug her inside, backing her up against the door until it clicks shut.

Her hands glide up over my chest and around to my neck as my tongue slips past her lips. Her vanilla scent sweeps into my nose and her mouth tastes just as sweet.

My hands dip under her dress to cup her ass, giving it a squeeze as my fingers tease the edge of her tiny panties. “Fuck, I need to be inside you.”

“Did you not get enough of me last night? And again this morning?”

“I will never get enough of you, pixie. Never ,” I rasp into her ear.

She pushes gently against my chest. “Well, before any of that, you need to feed me. I’m starving.”

“I hope you like lasagne.”

“I love it.” She smiles.

I peck a kiss to her mouth. “Great. Come on.” Taking her hand, I tug her through the house and into the living room where Kit and my brother are engrossed in one of my son’s many video games. This one’s a racing game.

“Eat my dust, fucker!” Jett says, nudging Kit with his elbow as he presses away on the buttons of the controller like a madman.

“Jett. Language,” I scold. I swear when my brother’s around it’s like having a second child despite him only being a few years younger than I am.

“I said sucker !” he protests, with the usual shit-eating grin etched onto his face. He winks when he spots Allie beside me, his eyes dipping to where our hands are joined, his grin widening. “Hey, Allie.”

“Jett,” she greets, slipping her hand out from mine like she’s embarrassed.

The game on the screen pauses and Kit jumps off the couch. “Hey, Allie!” he says, wrapping his good arm around her.

She embraces him. “Hey, dude. How you doing? Taking full advantage of being waited on by your dad, I hope.”

“Sure am!” He beams, his eyes sparkling as he gazes up at her.

“I’m gonna go check on dinner,” I say, excusing myself from the room, leaving them to talk.

Their laughter filters in through to the kitchen and I can just make out Kit talking to her about some video game I know nothing about.

I zone out and I’m so engrossed in cooking that I don’t hear Allie enter the kitchen a few minutes later.

“He cooks too, I’m impressed,” Allie says, resting her hip against the counter beside me.

“I try to cook. Rita, Ray’s wife showed me a couple of recipes over the years. Lasagne is one of few that doesn’t result in me burning down the kitchen.”

“Well, there’s no scorch marks on the cabinets so I’m going to assume you’re not that bad.”

“I should hope there’s no scorch marks, I just had it remodelled for the tenth time.”

She throws her head back and laughs, and God I want to make her laugh for the rest of my life if it means she makes that sound.

My feet carry me towards her on instinct and I can’t help myself from taking her mouth with mine. The timer on the oven dings and I groan, peeling my lips off hers reluctantly. “Come on, it’s time to eat.”

Like the pig he is, Jett wastes no time diving in for second helpings, shovelling it into his mouth like it’s going out of fashion. As I sit at the head of the table, Jett sits on my left, Allie to my right and Kit insistent on sitting beside his new best friend.

Jett leans forward on the table. “Allie, might I just say how thrilled I am to hear you’ve finally brought my big brother out of a decade-long celibacy.”

“Jett,” I warn, inclining my head to my son opposite him, thankfully too busy cutting up his food to listen.

Allie’s eyes flick to mine, clearly surprised at the fact she’s the first woman I’ve slept with for such a long time.

“Ignore my brother. If you haven’t noticed he can be a bit of a dick.”

“And you’ve reminded him he has one,” Jett chimes in. “You know, for a moment there I was worried. Thought it was gonna shrivel up an die, the poor thing was so dry.”

“Jett,” I grumble, slamming my fork down onto the table, making Allie and Kit both jump.

“What’s up, Dad?” he asks innocently.

“Your dad, finally ,” Jett answers with a smirk.

Kit’s brows pull together. “Huh?”

I pin him my brother with a glare as Jett sits there snickering to himself as he stabs at his food with his fork, and I don’t miss the hint of a smile on Allie’s face as she keeps her eyes glued to her plate.

“Nothing, bud. Eat your food and then you can slam each of us at one of your games.”

“Hell yes!”

I all but kick Jett out of my house with my boot up his ass as soon as he’s eaten his last mouthful before he says anything else that’s inappropriate for my eleven year-old’s innocent ears.

For the next couple of hours, Allie and I indulge Kit in beating us at one of his games, though I think Allie and I were both content in letting him win. We then sit and watch his favourite movie, Back To The Future which he’s seen that many times, he mouths along with every word of dialogue. But it seems the last week in hospital has taken its toll on him because he falls asleep about a half an hour before the movie ends.

I carry him to bed and tuck him in before heading back downstairs to find Allie sat on the couch, her knees drawn up under her.

I crash down beside her, resting my arm on the back of the couch behind her. The film is still playing, but in all honesty, I haven’t been paying attention to any of it since we put it on. I haven’t been able to concentrate, hyper-aware of Allie’s closeness, how my fingers itch to touch her, how the need to kiss her consumes me, but I don’t wanna fuck this up by moving too fast, despite everything going from zero to a hundred in such a short space of time. I don’t want to scare her off or put any unwanted pressure on her. We haven’t even discussed what’s actually happening here, but I’m gonna take whatever this is between us at her pace, let her take the next step.

“Can I ask you something?” she asks, and I turn to find her eyes on me.

“Of course.”

“Is what Jett said earlier true? About you not being with a woman for ten years?”

“ Eleven , if we’re getting specific,” I clarify.

Her mouth gapes open. “How is that possible?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you’re handsome, you’re in your prime, you’re the President of a motorcycle club, for crying out loud, isn’t your life full of strippers and club whores?”

“Yes, but it doesn’t mean I indulge in any of it. My brothers live for that shit and sure, the women who hang around the club are sexy and willing, they never stop trying it on with me in the hopes I’ll change my mind, but I don’t want it. I don’t want them . Call me old fashioned, but sleeping around doesn’t do anything for me. When I give myself to a woman, my cock is hers and hers only, and I don’t give it to just anyone.”

A small grin plays on her lips. “So… I’m not just anyone?”

“You never will be just anyone. You’re it. And my cock is yours, baby.”

She barks out a laugh. “How can you make something so romantic sound so crude?”

“What can I say? It’s a talent.” I grin, but it fades quickly. “Anyway, back to your question… Kit’s mom, Christina , she kind of put me off women.”

She places her hand over mine comfortingly. “You don’t have to talk about her if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“She was very charming. She made me think what we had was true love, but it was all a charade because it turned out that she never loved me. When she fell pregnant, I can’t describe how happy I was, I wanted to be the kind of dad that mine was to me and I couldn’t wait for the opportunity. She didn’t share that excitement. She wanted to get an abortion, and I told her if she did that, that we were over. I’m not proud of it, but I might’ve even threatened to kill her if she got rid of my baby. I wanted my child more than anything in the world.

“Eventually she decided to keep the baby, but I knew she didn’t want him. Not really. When he was born, she never bonded with Kit, never even fed him for fuck sake, I did it all . I fed him, changed him… I was both a mother and a father to Kit, forced to pick up her slack. I came home one day to hear him screaming so loud I could hear it over the engine of my bike. She’d fucking left him, Allie. A new born baby all on his own for god knows how long, crying, starving, covered in his own shit. I’d never seen anything like it.” I swallow thickly, remembering the harrowing, heart-breaking cries of my boy, the sound still as clear as it was a decade ago.

“I couldn’t wait to confront her,” I continue. “I’ve never been so fucking angry in my life. I think I might have even killed her if she’d come home. That’s was when I noticed all her shit had gone. She’d left.”

A tear slips down her cheek, her eyes wide with horror and sadness. “How could she do that to him? To you?”

“She wanted the power and the money that came with being an old lady—the term we use for wives and serious girlfriends—but she didn’t want our family.”

She reaches for my cheek, turning my face to meet hers. “I know whatever is happening here is new, but I want you to know that I would never do that to you. I’m not with you for money, or status or for your club, I don’t care about any of that. I’m here because I want to be.”

My lips collide with hers. She didn’t need to say it out loud, I know she’s nothing like Christina. Her kindness radiates out of every pore. She’s selfless, where Christina was selfish.

She kisses me back, melting into me as I shift her onto my lap so she’s straddling me, her fingers sinking into my hair as her tongue mingles with mine.

“I like this,” I say, sliding my hands up her bare thighs to where her dress has bunched up around her waist, toying with the edge of her panties. “Easy access.”

I circle her clit with my thumb through the thin fabric of her panties and she moans, burying her face in my neck to muffle the sound. She kisses me there and I shiver, the feel of her lips on my neck is fucking divine.

“Take me to bed, Myles.”

I won’t argue with that.

Later that night, I lie in bed with Allie’s warm body tucked against me, her back to my front with my arm slung over her naked form, clutching her to me.

“What’s happening, Myles?” she whispers into the darkened room.

“I don’t know, pix, but whatever it is, I want more.” Just those few words have me feeling so vulnerable, something I swore I’d never allow myself to feel again and somewhere deep inside me, I pray that she wants that too.