Unlawfully Yours (Lawless MC #1)

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That familiar rumble outside my door has my heart skipping a beat as I peer out the window, watching the man who has consumed so many of my thoughts just lately climb off his bike.

I’m ready at the door before he’s even halfway up the driveway and my belly flips. I crave the feeling of warmth that spreads through my body whenever he looks at me with those ocean blue eyes. I yearn for the feeling of his hands exploring my body, revelling in the fire his touch leaves on my skin and I ache to hear his dirty words when I’m teetering on the edge of oblivion.

He has me feeling like a pathetic school girl obsessing over her first crush.

I can’t believe it was only weeks ago that I hated him.

What the hell is happening to me?

I hear his footsteps get louder and I open the door, but my stomach bottoms out when I take him in.

“ Jesus! What happened? Are you okay?” I ask as Myles steps through the door.

“You should see the other guy,” is all he says as he pushes past me.

I slam the door and chase after him, taking his arm and spinning him to face me. The left corner of his bottom lip is split, dried blood encrusted on his stubbled chin. A small cut slices through his left brow and his nose is covered in dried blood.

“Come on, let’s get you upstairs.” He clutches his ribs as he gingerly makes his way upstairs and into my bedroom. “Go take a shower, you’re covered in blood, then I can clean your cuts. There are towels in the bathroom you can use.”

“I’d enjoy it a lot better if you joined me.” He attempts a smirk but winces.

“I bet you would, but it’s not gonna happen. Now get gone.”

He nods once before disappearing into the bathroom.

While he showers, I gather some supplies from the kitchen and the small first aid kit I have stashed under the sink. I only have to wait a few more minutes after returning to my room before Myles steps out of the joint bathroom, the white towel wrapped low around his waist.

Various bruises on his ribs and abdomen have started to come out, shades of blues and purples deepening on his inked skin.

I pat the space next to me on the bed and he crosses the room to sit beside me. Now that the blood has gone, the cuts to his face don’t look as angry as before, but they still need attention.

“Are you going to tell me what happened?” I ask as I begin applying antiseptic cream to the small gash on his brow. All the while, his eyes never leave me and my face heats under his gaze.

“We run an underground fight club at the bar once a week where we can blow off some steam. It’s usually Kill who takes to the ring, but not tonight.”

“What made you want to fight?”

“Christina,” he grits out the name. “Kit’s mother. She’s with The Cobras. By the looks of it, she’s fucking Tobias Grimes.”

I stop, meeting his eyes. “What?”

“Cruiser got me the information. I always knew she was a selfish power hungry bitch so I guess she fits right in. I shouldn’t care but it makes me so angry to know she’s with that prick. Of all people, why him?”

“It’s understandable to be angry, you loved her once, you share a son, after all. And for her to turn to them, it’s the ultimate betrayal. Don’t let him work you up, it’s what he wants.”

“You know it was him who had Kit shot?”

“I figured as much.”

He frowns. “Really? Did you get any leads during the investigation?”

Shit .

We’ve never discussed Grimes and his club. How would I know to look into them if I didn’t have prior knowledge of them? The only time he’s ever come up in conversation is when he believed I was working for them.

“I’ve heard stories about them, everyone has. That’s why I went to The Snake Pit that night, to see if I could find anything out.” It’s not a total lie, and luckily, he lets it drop and doesn’t press further.

“How did you find out he did it?” I ask, blotting the split on his lip.

“He flat out told me it was him, practically bragged about it.”

“What are you gonna do?”

“He’s been targeting us for a while, going after some of our members, our businesses, dealing on our streets. They want Stillwater Falls. He wants us gone. He declared war when he hurt my son, and we’re gonna finish it. Whatever it takes.”

“As a police officer, I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that. I’m not condoning your methods, and I guess if I were in your shoes, I’d be doing the same thing, you just need to be careful. You’re no good to Kit banged up in jail or dead.”

“You worried about me, pix?”

“Yes.”

He leans in and pecks a kiss to my lips. “Don’t worry, nothing’s going to happen to me.”

He allows me to continue cleaning his wounds, and thankfully none of them are bad enough to need stitches. I’m by no means an expert, but I took a first aid course in case I was ever in a situation where I needed it.

Once I’m done, I disappear into the bathroom to wash my hands, and when I return to my room, I find Myles over by the window, holding one of the photo frames on my dresser.

He looks up and smiles when I enter. “Your parents?”

I head over to him, peering down at the photo taken when I graduated. I nod. “They’re my adoptive parents. They took me in after my dad died.”

He pulls me in, his lips brushing my temple. “Jesus, Al. I’m sorry. I had no idea.”

“Don’t be. My adoptive parents are everything I could wish for, they’ve given me everything. I owe them everything.”

“Do you remember your real dad?”

I nod, forcing the last memory I have of him from my mind. “Bits and pieces.”

He sets the photo back down and turns to me. “I lost my parents too, not as a kid but I don’t think it’s easy at any age. How old were you?”

“Too young,” is all I say.

He shifts and groans, clutching his side.

“Are you really okay? Do you need painkillers?” I ask, helping him back over to the bed where he takes a seat on the edge.

He gives me a small shake of his head. “The only medicine I need is you.” His eyes darken, glistening with a desire I know all too well. “Take my mind off the pain, pix.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Use your imagination, baby.” The way he’s looking at me is enough to have me drenched in a second.

He’s injured, and I don’t want to do anything that will make his injuries worse, but there is one thing I can do that makes my mouth water just to think of it.

Giving him a coy smile, my eyes stay fixed onto his as I slip to the floor, widening his knees to allow me room.

I unhook the towel, letting it fall open to expose his cock. I take him in my hands, squeezing him at the base enough to make him hiss as I pump him a couple of times, feeling him harden in my grip.

I lift up onto my knees, pressing a kiss to his mouth before bringing my lips in line with his ear. “I want to taste you.”

His cock jerks in my hand. “Show me them beautiful tits, pix.”

I lower the thin straps of my tank top, letting my breasts spill out.

“Fuck, play with them for me, baby.” He replaces my hands on his cock with his own so he can watch me.

I reach up to caress my breasts, squeezing and kneading them, lifting them up and letting them fall with a bounce, teasing my hardened nipples between my fingers.

My skin prickles under his heated gaze and my pussy weeps knowing that he’s enjoying what he’s seeing. It makes me feel sexy, empowered.

It’s addictive.

Still playing with my tits, I lean forward and lick the head of his cock and he jerks. He groans above me and I do it again and again, my tongue darting out to trace the thick vein that runs up the side of his hard length.

“Fuck, pix. Stop playing with me and wrap that pretty mouth around my cock.”

He releases a deep throaty growl when I take him into my mouth, working him in as far as my gag reflex will allow. He’s big, so I have to use my hand as an extension, twisting and squeezing the base of his cock as I work him with my mouth.

“That’s it, pixie. Just like that. Fuck …” His words of encouragement have arousal seeping out of my soaked pussy, so much I can feel the wetness growing there.

His fingers sink into my hair, guiding me where he wants me as I bob up and down on his cock, the crude wet sounds filling my ears only turning me on more.

He reaches down and pulls my mouth away from him.

I peer up at him, panting. “What’s wrong?”

He helps me up off the floor, settling me on his lap to straddle him. “Absolutely nothing. You’re fucking fantastic, pix. But as much as I love your hot mouth on me, I don’t want to come here,” he says, tracing my swollen lips with his thumb, “I want to come here,” his finger dusts over my sensitive clit and I whimper. The ache between my legs is almost painful with how turned on I am.

Myles notices and he smirks. “Did sucking my cock make you nice and wet for me, Allie?”

I nod.

“Good, ‘cause you’re gonna need to be with what I have planned for you.”