Unlawfully Yours (Lawless MC #1)

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It’s another three days before I’m finally discharged from the hospital and quite frankly, it couldn’t have come soon enough. The four stark white walls suffocated me, the endless beeping on the monitors and the constant stream of people pandering around me was slowly but surely sending me stir-crazy. Now as we head towards Stillwater, the wind flowing through my hair as I rest my head against the car window, I’m free and for the first time in what feels like forever, I can breathe again.

We near the top of his road when instead of taking a right, he continues driving straight.

I sit up in my seat, my head snapping to Myles. “What are you doing? You’re house is back that way.”

He glances over at me. “We’re taking a quick detour first.”

I expect him to elaborate, but he doesn’t offer up any hint of where we’re going, his face not giving anything away.

We pull up outside the clubhouse and he kills the engine. The row of huge bikes parked up outside the building tells me the entire club is here. Before I can even reach for the door handle, he’s there, opening it for me like my own personal chauffeur. I swivel on my seat and move to climb out of the truck as he reaches out for me.

He helps me out of the truck and I wince as a twinge of pain shoots through my abdomen.

“Are yo—”

“Myles,” I cut him off, shooting him a look. “If you ask me one more time if I’m okay, I swear to God I will murder you.”

The corners of his mouth curve into a smile as he takes my hand and we make our way towards the clubhouse. It takes us twice as long as it should to walk the short distance, but the injury to my abdomen hurts if I push myself too hard, and Myles doesn’t seem to mind.

Music filters through from inside, some rock song I recognise but won’t attempt to name, as well as the sound of voices. Lots of them.

Myles holds open the door wide enough for me to shuffle through. As we turn the corner into the main room, all the guys are here along with Rita, Kit, my mom and Drew as well as some of the women I’ve come to learn as the guys’ family members. One big family. They all talk amongst themselves, laughing and drinking.

“What is this?”

“It’s a party, if you can even call it that—for Jack. Today would’ve been his birthday,” Myles tells me.

My stomach clenches, remembering the man who helped get me away from Tobias but at the cost of his own life.

Guilt grips me.

“I’m not exactly dressed for this, if you’d warned me I would’ve worn something more appropriate.” I gesture to the loose-fitting grey sweats that don’t aggravate my wound and the baggy t-shirt two sizes too big for me hangs off me, not to mention I’m makeup free and probably look like death warmed up.

He places a hand on the small of my back, nudging me closer as his lips brush over my temple. “You look perfect.”

“Allie!” Kit throws himself at me, banding his arms around my middle, carefully avoiding my injury.

I squeeze him back. “Hey, dude.”

“Look who’s back!” Jett’s voice booms over the voice and the music that fill the room.

I turn around to find him and Killian striding towards us.

Jett smiles. “Glad to see you’re okay, Al. Thank fuck we won’t have to put up with this miserable bastard anymore now you’re out of the hospital.”

“Good to have you back, doll.” Kill pulls me into a loose hug.

He presses a kiss to my cheek, letting his lips linger just long enough to have Myles clearing his throat beside us.

Kill’s palms are held up in surrender as he backs away, but the shit-eating grin that stretches from ear to ear only makes Myles more murderous. “Put your dick away, man. Your girl’s like a sister to me, that shit just ain’t right.”

“Glad to hear it.” Myles turns to me. “Go take a seat, pix. I’ll get us a drink.”

While Myles goes across to the bar to get us both a drink, I make my way over to the sofa along the far wall and sink into the soft leather cushions, the niggling ache in my abdomen easing the second I’m off my feet.

I spot Drew chatting to one of the Prospects in the opposite side of the room. He fits in here a damn sight more than he ever did with The Cobras.

“Here,” Myles holds out an orange juice to me as he takes a seat beside me, taking a swig of his beer.

“Thanks.” It’s kind of a bummer I can’t have alcohol while I’m taking my meds, I’m dying for a proper drink.

I turn my attention back to my brother and as if sensing my eyes on him he looks my way, offering me a smile.

“He’s asked me to become a member, you know?”

I glance across to Myles. “Hm?”

“Drew. He wants to be Lawless.”

After finally learning the truth of who he is, finding out he has a family beyond The Cobras, the news doesn’t surprise me. “And what did you say?”

“Said I’d consider it.”

I narrow my eyes. “You know damn well you’ll say yes.”

He smirks. “And why’s that?”

“Because you’ll do it for me.” I lean over and plant a kiss to his cheek.

“Will I now? And what exactly do I get out of this deal?”

“I can show you later if you want?” I suggest, a playful smile toying on my lips.

“Doc says no sex for at least a month while you heal, remember?” he reminds me.

“While I’m touched by your concern and admire your confidence that you can control yourself for that long, you’re forgetting I have two hands and a mouth I can make very good use of in the meantime.”

An inferno erupts behind his eyes as desire burns in his gaze. He shifts in his seat. “Oh yeah?”

I nod. “Mm-hm.” I lean in closer, “I can’t wait to drive you crazy with my lips wrapped around your cock.”

“ Fuck … Now I’m hard in a room full of people. You just love to torment me, woman,” he growls into my ear.

I smile up at him sweetly. “Of course. Wouldn’t be in my nature if I didn’t.”

“You’re a bad bad girl, pixie.”

I grin. “Only for you.”

An hour or so later, I head outside for some air and come to a stop when I spot Jade, Jack’s girlfriend sat on one of the bikes parked up in a row. She’s facing away from me, but by the shake of her shoulders, I can tell she’s crying.

I should go back inside, she clearly wants to be alone, but a part of me wants to comfort her. Deciding on the latter, I slowly make my way towards her.

“Hey, Jade.”

Her eyes are red and puffy as she looks up at me. “Hi.”

“Can I join you?” I ask.

She gives me a silent nod, letting her eyes drift to the bike below her, touching her fingers to the handlebars. “This was his bike. He loved it so much, sometimes I think even more than he loved me,” she laughs softly at her attempt at a joke.

“I find that very hard to believe. From what I’m told, he adored you. I know we don’t know each other that well, but I just wanted to say how sorry I am for your loss. I’ll be forever grateful to him for helping save my life.”

The corners of her mouth flick up briefly before the smile disappears. “That’s who he was. Always putting everyone before himself. That’s actually how we met. Me and a friend went to a bar one night and the creepy bartender who served us spiked my drink. Jack saw what happened and dragged the guy across the bar and left the bastard unconscious before carrying me out. He took us home and my friend told me he refused to leave my side until he knew I was okay. When I woke up, he was the first thing I saw. The rest, as they say, was history.”

“He was a good man and he was so lucky to have you, Jade.”

“I’m having a baby girl. I was going to surprise him with the news for his birthday. Ever since he found out I was pregnant, he’s wanted a daughter. Now he’ll never get to meet her—” Her voice cracks and I move to embrace her. As soon as my arms go around her, she crumples, clinging to me as she cries against my shoulder.

“I’m so scared, Allie. Scared to do this alone,” she cries.

“You’re not alone, do you hear me? You have a room full of people in there that are going to be with you every step of the way no matter what. And you know what? That little girl is going to be the luckiest girl in the world to have so many aunts and uncles who love her. Aunts that will treat her like a princess, and uncles that will kill anyone who tries to harm her. You have nothing to worry about.”

My words only make her cry harder, and I only hope it’s because she knows I’m right. She pulls away from me, swiping the tears from her face. “Thank you, Allie.”

“You coming back inside?” I ask.

“In a little while.”

“Okay.”

I head back inside in search of the bathroom and find my mom in one of the bedrooms at the back of the clubhouse, the ones used by the members who don’t have a house of their own or the ones who choose to live here together. This one though is unoccupied, the walls plain and the mattress bare. She’s sat on the bed with her leg bent under her.

She looks up as I enter and smiles. “This was your dad’s room when we first met, before we moved in together. He proposed right here,” she pats the bed, “I’d just told him I was pregnant with you and for want of a better word he was very… excited , shall we say?” she smirks.

I cringe at the reference, doing my best to force that mental image from my brain.

“He asked me to marry him right there and then,” she continues.

I tug the chain around my neck out from under the t-shirt. “I kept this. It was the only thing I had after dad died,” I pull off the necklace that holds my dad’s wedding ring and hand it to her.

She runs her thumb over the gold wedding band, smiling softly as if recalling a memory. She looks closer to read the inscription on the inside. “ ‘My love is with you wherever the road takes you’ , they were some of the vows I made to your dad on our wedding day.”

She slides a hand into her pocket and pulls out her own wedding ring and places it in my palm. Her band is thinner, but with the same infinity loop engraved on the inside just like my dad’s.

“‘The road is long, but I’ll always ride home to you’,” I read, tears prickling in my eyes. The love they had for each other is visceral, immortalised by the vows engraved on their wedding rings.

I hand back her ring and she holds out my dad’s to me. “No, keep it. They should be together.”

She peers down at the rings in her hand and smiles fondly. “Even after all these years without him, that love has never faded. Not once. No matter how much my husband tried to beat it out of me.”

The thought of my mom enduring two decades of abuse at the hands of a husband she never wanted eats at me, the only solace I can find in the whole situation is that the fucker is dead, rotting in the ground where he belongs.

Myles pokes his head inside the door. “Oh, hey, I was just looking for you. Kit’s had a little too much sugar and thrown up all over himself. Gotta take him home. Do you wanna stay? I can get one of the guys to drive you home?”

I rise to my feet with a wince, clutching my belly. “No, I’ll come with you. I’m feeling a little tired anyway.” I never knew being in pain could be so exhausting.

I hug my mom goodbye before the three of us head out. Jade is still sat on Jack’s bike and she gives me a little wave as we peel out of the lot as we head home.

After a much needed shower and a shit-tonne of takeout food that could feed a small army, I head up to bed, slipping on the sexiest set of lingerie I can find as I wait for Myles in his bedroom.

“ Jesus , pix,” he draws out, falling back against the door as his eyes rake over me. “You trying to kill me?”

“Well, no. That would be counterproductive with the plans for you tonight.”

He sucks his lower lip between his teeth. “And what are these plans exactly?”

I shoot him a playful smile. “Take your clothes off and I’ll show you.”

A zap of electricity shoots to my clit as I watch him do as I command. He pushes off the door before carefully shedding his shirt then reaching down for the buckle of his belt. As each piece of clothing drops to the floor, his heated gaze holds me captive and it’s abundantly clear that despite him doing as I said, it’s he who holds the power here.

I squeeze my thighs together, desperate to ease the pulsing ache between my legs. The corner of his mouth ticks up in a smirk as he tracks the movement. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me while he takes his time getting undressed, easing his jeans down his legs and stepping out, kicking them away.

It’s like my own personal striptease and I have a front row seat as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and shoves them down until he’s standing before me naked, his long, thick cock pointing directly at me.

“Come here.”

He closes the short distance between us until there’s only a few inches separating us.

A couple of months ago, I’d have laughed at the thought that I would be here now, believing there wasn’t a chance in hell I would ever fall for a man like Myles Lawson. Two people on opposite ends of the law. Two people who on paper have nothing in common and shouldn’t work together, and yet two people it seems were destined to be.

My path was always going to lead me to Stillwater, to him and no amount of fighting this magnetic force field between us could ever keep us apart.

We were inevitable, no matter how unlawful it may be.

The heat in his gaze lighting an inferno in my belly. “Do your worst. I’m all yours, pix.”