Unlawfully Yours (Lawless MC #1)

Epilogue

Three Months Later

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I grumble, clocking the flashing blue and red lights that flicker in my wing mirrors as I blast down the open road. I’m about five miles out of town on my way back from Savannah. It must be the cop car I saw parked up on the side of the road a couple of miles back.

What the fuck do they want with me?

I pull off the road onto the gravel and kill the engine, easing out the kickstand with the heel of my boot. The sun is low in the sky, my aviators doing little to protect my eyes from the blinding rays as I attempt to see who the fuck has pulled me over. There’s no other traffic besides me and the cop on the long wide stretch of open road that continues on for miles into the distance.

I can’t believe that of all the days to get pulled over, I get pulled over today, the exact day I did not need this.

I pull off my helmet and hang it on the handlebars as the sound of familiar footsteps grow nearer.

“Good afternoon, Sir. Mind if I take a look at your license?”

My lips curve into a smirk as I pull off my aviators and glance up at the most beautiful fucking woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. One that I’m proud to call mine.

I lean back to take a better look at Allie as she stands above me. God, she’s stunning. Her uniform is crisp and fits her slim form perfectly, hugging all her soft curves in all the right places.

“Is there a problem, Officer?” I ask.

“Sir, I’m gonna have to ask you to step off the bike.”

She takes a step back to allow me room as I swing my leg over.

“I’m going to need you to place your hands on the hood of the car, please.”

“Why?” I challenge as we make our way to the patrol car parked a few metres behind my bike.

“Do you have something to hide, Sir? If you’re concealing anything you shouldn’t or carrying a weapon that could be used to harm me or yourself, I suggest you tell me now.”

“I got a concealed weapon for you, pix,” I reply with a smirk and I don’t miss the twitch of her mouth as she forces back a smile.

She reaches for me, spins me around and shoves me forward as my palms slam onto the hood of the car, the metal hot under my touch from the late afternoon sun that beats down on us.

“That line might work on some, but it won’t work on me, Mr. Lawson.”

She spreads my legs wider with her foot before she begins patting me down and a wave of Deja vu hits me all of a sudden. Like we’ve been here once before.

Like the day we met.

Her hands move down my body as she works her way down one leg and up the other, letting her hand drift over the growing bulge in the front of my jeans. My cock jerks under her hand, enjoying this role play a little too much, my mind racing with ideas of how I’m going to punish her for this later, and it’s then that I remember…

“And what is this, Sir?” Her hand brushes over the lump in my jeans pocket and my heart sinks when she reaches inside for it.

Fuck. Fuck Fuck!

I spin around to face her, running a hand through my hair. “Uh, pix, d—”

Allie flips open the little black velvet box before I have the chance to stop her and her eyes widen as she peers at the contents before snapping her gaze to mine.

“Is this…?” she breathes out, her jaw slack, her eyes darting back and forth between the box and me.

I sigh softly. “Not exactly how I thought this would go, but…” I pluck the box out of her hands and drop to one knee in front of her.

“Oh my God, Myles,” she gasps, her palm smacking her lips as her eyes glaze over with tears.

The tarmac is hard and bruising under my knee but the adrenaline flooding my veins and the thundering beat of my heart in my chest is enough to distract me from the discomfort.

“Allie, I knew pretty quickly that you were the woman who I was going to spend the rest of my life with. I’ve never been great with trusting people and letting them in, but with you it came to me so damn easy, and before I knew it I’d fallen deeply and madly in love with you. You have made my life worth living again after spending so many years alone afraid of love. Proposing like this wasn’t what I had planned but it’s perfect considering how we first met. “So, what d’ya say, pix? Will you be my wife?”

She doesn’t hesitate before she throws herself into my arms, straddling my lap as we kneel on the ground. Her fingers dive into my hair as her lips seals over mine.

Fuck, I’ve kissed this woman a thousand times and yet every kiss feels like the first time. It’s all-consuming.

I take her ass in my hands, rubbing her against my aching cock that only hardens when a moan falls from her lips.

She breaks the kiss, coming away breathless as she peers down at me with glassy eyes.

“I’m gonna take that as a yes?”

Her mouth stretches into the widest smile I think I’ve ever seen. “Yes, it’s a yes! Of course I’ll be your wife.”

The ring I picked is an eighteen carat princess cut diamond with a simple white gold band that twists in an infinity loop all the way around. It’s simple and elegant and as soon as the jeweller selected it along with around ten other options a couple of weeks back, I knew it was the one.

“It’s engraved,” I add.

She picks it out of the box to inspect the inscription. “ ’My love. My life. My ride or die’ ,” she reads, her chin wobbling as she fights the urge to cry.

“I was on my way back from picking it up when you pulled me over,” I continue. “I was going to propose over dinner tonight.”

Her face crumples. “And I ruined the whole thing. I’m so sorry.”

I cup her face in my hand. “Don’t apologise, I think this proposal worked out better anyway.”

Her tear-filled eyes lift to mine. “I love it.”

“Then allow me to do the honours.” I take the ring from her, reaching for her left hand before sliding the ring onto her finger, relieved that it fits perfectly.

She holds it up, inspecting how it looks on her finger, the diamond sparkling like glitter under the sunlight. “It’s beautiful, Myles.”

With her arm raised in front of her, I seized the opportunity. I snatch the set of handcuffs from her belt and snap it onto her wrist.

“What the h— Myles! ”

I can’t hold back the smirk from my face as I take her other hand in mine and secure it behind her back, locking her wrists together. I rise up off the ground, backing her against the car. “Didn’t I tell you once I’d get you into a pair of handcuffs?”

“And now seems like an appropriate time for that? It’s not too late to break off the engagement, you know.” Despite her narrowed eyes, her pupils are blown out wide with excitement, and the defiance in her words only has my smile growing.

I spin her in my arms, leaning in close to her ear. “We both know you won’t be doing that. That’s one more spanking to the five I already had planned for that beautiful ass of yours.” I press her face down over the hood of the car and swat her on her ass for good measure.

“You bastard!” she curses.

“And you just earned yourself one more, baby. Keep it up, I’m think I’m going to enjoy this.”

“That makes only one of us,” she tosses over her shoulder, her cheek crushed against the hard metal beneath her but I don’t miss the unmistakable grin on her lips.

My naughty little pixie.

Fuck, my cock strains painfully behind the thick denim of my jeans. Having Allie bent over her patrol car, her hands bound in cuffs, spread out and ripe for the taking. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard, especially with my ring sparkling on her finger.

One word flashing through my mind.

Mine .

“You sure about that, pix? I think, if I were to dip my fingers into your panties right now, they’d come back soaked for me. Am I right?”

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t, I think we established that a long time ago, and I’m going to enjoy proving to you just how much you don’t hate me.” I skate my hands up her body, pressing the hard bulge of my cock tight up against her ass.

A whimper falls from her lips when she feels me there and it only adds to the ache in my balls.

My lips brush the shell of her ear, “but you know what I’m going to enjoy more? When we’re married, I’m going to enjoy fucking my wife so hard you never forget that you’re mine.”

Her defiant facade slips at the mention of becoming my wife, but she masks it quickly. “Are you done? I haven’t got all day, you know.”

“Oh, pixie. We have the rest of our lives together and I haven’t even started yet.”

The End