Unlawfully Yours (Lawless MC #1)

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My heart is heavy as I ride through town towards my house, Allie’s body wrapped around mine from behind. She hasn’t spoken a word on the ride back, and I can’t blame her. It’s been a day from hell.

Today was supposed to be a good day. It was supposed to be the day Allie finally realises just how much she means to me. The tattoo was supposed to be a way of showing her that she owns my heart, and yet it quickly turned into a day we’d both rather forget.

I knew Maddie was gone long before Allie and my brother dragged her limp body out of the mangled wreckage of her car. Nobody could have survived such an impact, and if they did, they wouldn’t be coming out in one piece. Watching Allie’s failed attempts to revive her friend broke something within me, the desperation to save a life that was already lost, and I think deep down Allie knew that too, she just didn’t want to believe it. She couldn’t save her father all those years ago, and I think being unable to save Maddie has brought all of those feelings back again.

As we pull up onto my driveway and climb off the bike, I don’t miss how her eyes immediately wander across the street to where Maddie’s car is still parked outside her house on the driveway.

I lace my fingers through hers and she leans into me as I guide her to the front door, the bag of clothes and toiletries we grabbed from her house on the way here in my other hand.

Shelley’s sat with Kit at the dining table helping him with his homework like she sometimes does and smiles when we enter the room.

“Hey.” Her smile wavers slightly when she sees Allie, her eyes dipping to where her hand is clutched in mine but Shelley covers it quickly.

“Hey, Shell,” I greet.

“Allie!” Kit cheers excitedly. “You wanna hear the poem I wrote in English class today?”

“Maybe later, bud,” I answer for her, then turn to her. “Why don’t you head upstairs and take a shower and get warmed up? I’ll be up in a minute.”

All she does is nod, but before she has chance to leave, I guide her chin up and press a delicate kiss to her lips and watch as she disappears up the stairs.

“I’ll get out of your hair,” Shelley announces, clearing her throat, making a grab for her bag on the table while desperately trying not to look at us.

I hate that since that kiss we shared a while back seems to have made her uncomfortable in my presence. Just lately she can’t get out of here fast enough.

“Hey, thanks for taking care of Kit, I really do appreciate it.”

She forces a smile. “No problem, see you later. Bye, Kit.”

“Bye,” he says with a wave, not bothering to take his eyes off the book in front of him.

The front door shuts a few seconds later as I make my way over to my son.

“Is Allie okay, Dad?”

I take a seat beside him and sigh. “Not really, buddy. You know Maddie from across the street?”

His eyes meet mine. “Miss Owens? My teacher from third grade?”

“Yeah. She was in a bad car accident earlier and she didn’t make it.”

“Oh,” he says sadly, taking in what I’ve just said. “Miss Owens was real nice.”

“Yeah, she was. She was Allie’s friend and we’re gonna have to take care of her for a few days, okay? She’s going to be staying here with us.”

“Okay, Dad.”

I leave him to his homework and go in search of Allie. The shower is running when I enter my bedroom, the door to the en-suite slightly ajar as steam billows out through the tiny gap.

I place her bag on the bed before slipping inside the bathroom, her discarded clothes littering the floor.

Through the condensation that fogs up the shower screen, I can see her back is to me, her head resting against the tiles as the hot spray of the shower rains down over her naked body.

I strip out of my clothes, leaving them on the floor with hers and step into the shower behind her. Her hair is plastered to her neck and her shoulders, her skin red as the water beads down on her.

She stiffens when she senses me there, sneaking a glance over her shoulder with red-rimmed eyes before turning back the way she was before.

I reach for her under the spray but snatch my hand back. “ Fuck! ”

The water is scolding. No wonder her skin is beet red. She’s literally burning it off. It’s like she believes the pain is somehow going to make her feel better, either that or she doesn’t feel it.

I turn the dial down a notch until the water cools to a more comfortable temperature and wrap my arms around her from behind, my hands coming to rest on her belly.

I press my lips to the spot where her neck meets her shoulder, letting them rest there. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

A whimper leaves her lips as her hands reach for my wrists. “I’ve seen a lot of things while I’ve been doing this job, things that nobody wants to see. It’s the stuff of nightmares. To do the job, you have to disassociate yourself from it, compartmentalise your mind to not let it feel too personal because it all gets too much. But today… Seeing her like that. I can’t bear it—” her voice cracks and I hold her tighter, dotting comforting kisses over her wet skin.

“It should’ve been me,” she adds.

“Please don’t say that.”

She turns in my arms. “It’s true. She has a mother out there, Myles, and a classroom full of kids who adored her who are never going to see her again. I have no one, it should’ve been me .” Her eyes dip to the shower floor as her tears mix with the droplets of water dripping from her hair.

I grip her biceps, squeezing a little too hard and it has her eyes snapping up to mine. “That is not true, pix. You do have someone. Me . I’m right fucking here and I’m never gonna leave you.”

I want to tell her how much I love her. I want to shout it from the fucking rooftops so she’s in no doubt about how much she means to me, but there’s been too much emotion for one day, and the timing doesn’t feel right.

Her eyes drop to my chest and her face softens as she reaches up, her finger dusting over the freshly inked tattoo on my chest under the wrapping, the skin there still swollen and raw. “I have you?”

I flatten her hand over my heart, covering it with mine. “I didn’t get permanently inked for just any woman, pixie.” I lift her chin so her beautiful green eyes meet mine. “You’re a part of me, Allie. Now and forever. You’re my ride or die, baby.”

Truth is, she became a part of me long before I went under that tattoo gun.

“This is gonna sound so fucking selfish but I’m gonna say it anyway. I’m glad it wasn’t you in that car, because I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you. I—”

I don’t get to finish my sentence because her mouth slams onto mine, her arms wrapping around my neck as her tongue slips past my lips.

My fingers weave into her damp matted hair as I tilt her head back to allow me better access to her mouth, lapping up the taste of her. I could spend the rest of my life kissing this woman and it still wouldn’t be long enough, she makes me insatiable.

Her hand reaches down between us, taking my hardening cock in her hand and giving it a squeeze. “I need you,” she whispers.

Well, I won’t say no to that.

I bend to lift her into my arms, guiding her legs around my hips, pinning her against the tiled wall as the hard length of my cock grazes her pussy. “You want me to help you forget?”

She nods. “Make me feel something good.”

“Touch yourself, pixie. I want you nice and wet for me,” I instruct as she brings her hand between us to play with her clit before I dive back in to claim her mouth, pouring everything I have and everything I am into it.

“I’ve got you,” I murmur against her lips before lowering her onto my cock with a groan as I sink in all the way in.

Her head tips back against the tiles, her eyes fluttering closed as I thrust up into her with long, deep strokes.

I don’t fuck her, not how I want to anyway, but right now is not about what I want. It’s all about her and she needs this.

She needs to be taken care of.

She needs slow and deep and gentle.

I take my time, drawing every ounce of pleasure out of her, feeling her walls contract around me as she nears her climax.

“I meant what I said that night, baby. My cock is yours. I’m yours.”

Those words tip her over the edge, her pussy clamping down on my dick like a vice as her orgasms tears through her, her body convulsing against me as she rides her pleasure.

“That’s my girl,” I coax, my lips at her ear. “Take what you need, pixie. Use me.”

With her arms around my neck, she works herself up and down on my cock, matching every one of my thrusts as she draws out the last of her release. “Come inside me, Myles. I need to feel you. Plea— ”

My balls tighten and I’m spilling inside her pussy before the last word leaves her mouth. I muffle my moans in the crook of her neck as the last few tremors of my orgasm wrack through me.

Her forehead tips forward onto my shoulder wearily, her arms tightening around my neck as she begins to shake from the sobs wracking through her body and all I can do is hold her tighter.

“I’ve got you, baby. Always.” I can’t take away her pain and maybe trying to fuck it away was a mistake, but I’m hoping the words of reassurance I whisper in her ear are enough to soothe her, hoping they’ll ease some of the hurt inside her.

With her still in my arms, I carry her out of the shower and dry her off before guiding her into my bedroom where I help her get changed into a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants.

I crouch in front of where she’s sitting on my bed, rubbing my hands over the tops of her thighs soothingly. “Do you want something to eat? We could order takeout?”

She shakes her head, not meeting my eyes. “I don’t think I could keep it down.”

There’s a small knock at the door and Kit pokes his head through the gap. “Allie?”

She straightens her spine, putting on a brave face. “Hey, dude. Are you okay?”

He crosses the room towards us. “I brought you this. Thought you might need it.” Kit hands her the stuffed lion she let him borrow for courage when he was in the hospital. “I’m sorry about Miss Owens. She was cool.”

“Thank you, Kit.” Her chin wobbles as a tear trickles down her cheek.

She opens her arms, inviting him over and he jumps up onto the mattress and she envelopes him in a hug. He falls into her, resting his head against her shoulder. “Dad and I are gonna take such good care of you, you won’t ever want to leave us.”

Her teary eyes lift to mine. “Somehow, I don’t think that would be a bad thing.”

Something tugs in my heart seeing my son with the woman I love, how he gazes up at her like she’s the most amazing person in the world, his eyes full of love and awe.

“Are you like my dad’s girlfriend now?” he asks.

“Yeah, buddy. She’s my girlfriend,” I reply.

“So Uncle Jett was right? About banging her?”

Allie snorts a laugh.

“Kit, why don’t you go check out some menus in the kitchen? We can get takeout and watch a movie? How about that?” I suggest, desperately trying to change the subject.

“Yay!” He lunges off the bed and races out of the room.

“I will murder my brother,” I grumble. “I swear to God I will.”

Allie laughs a little harder and it’s a welcome sight after today.

I move to sit on the bed beside her. “You sure you’re not hungry?”

She nods, tucking her damp hair behind her ear.

“Okay, you know where we are if you feel hungry later. I’ll let you get some rest.” I guide her chin towards me and kiss her, letting my mouth linger there before pulling away reluctantly, heading to the bedroom door.

“I don’t think it was an accident.” Her voice stops me and I turn to face her. “Too much has happened. She wouldn’t have ran the light, there’s no way.”

“We’ll find out what happened to her, pix. I promise you. If there was someone involved in this, I swear they’ll pay for what they’ve done.”

They’ll pay with their lives.