Outlaw MC: The Complete Boxset

by Ethan Egorov

“How do you plan on topping this for our next date?” she asks me.

  I smile and look down at her. “I guess I haven’t figured that out yet.”

  “You don’t really need to. Do anything that special, I mean. I would be happy with eating fast food from a drive through in the back seat of truck or something.” She says, like it’s nothing.

  “I’m shocked, but you deserve something special every once in a while.”

  She nods, “Okay. Every once in a while, then.” She agrees.

  I smile and kiss the top of her head, holding her close. She starts to shiver and I figure we should get going, and I’m trying not to doze off.

  “We should get out of here.” I say, reluctantly sitting up.

  “Yeah.” She nods in agreement.

  “You okay?” I ask her. I don’t know why I’m worried about her, I guess it’s not so much worried that I feel like I need to check on her.

  “Yeah, I’m fine. Why do you keep asking me that?” she smiles softly.

  I glance at her and grin, “I don’t know. Just feel like I should.” I get distracted by her putting her panties on as she sits and reaching for her bra.

  “That’s sweet of you. But you don’t have to.” She says.

  “Noted.” I stand and put my jeans back on, button up my shirt. She gets dressed and does the same.

  “Are you leaving this here?” she asks about the blankets.

  It’s gotten much darker, I can only see her with the reflection of the moonlight. It makes her brown hair look a little lighter, the curls popping even more.

  “Yeah, I guess. Until I come back to get it in the morning.” I tell her. “That’s what I did to get the stuff here, I came earlier.” I tell her.

  She nods once.

  “Thank you for doing this.” She walks up to me, wrapping her arms around my waist. I hug her back and smile. “It was really special.” She adds.

  I nod once, pushing her hair back over her brow.

  “No problem. You deserve to feel special Jeannine,” I say. Her eyes light up as if she’s never heard that before, and I don’t think she has.

  “You make me feel special, just you.” She reaches up on her tip toes and kisses me softly, her lips against mine feel like heaven, no matter how many times I feel them against me.

  “I’m glad.” I tell her.

  We get going after that, the feeling of her pressed against me on the back of my bike is one I haven’t even gotten used to yet. She’s warm and soft, everything that I’m not, and I just want to keep her that way. I’m worried that I will taint her in some way, that I’m going to mess her up, but I try not to think that way. Because then I will pull back like I always do, letting fear make the decisions for me. She deserves better than that and I just want to give her the best of myself, as soon as I find it, it’s hers.

  14

  Jeannine

  I wish I could freeze this moment in time with Spencer, but I know that I can’t. I could try; try to freeze the moment he comes inside me, the moments he holds me, kisses me…but it would all be in vain because it would never measure up to the real thing. Being with Spencer feels too good, way too soon, and that scares me but the thought of not having him is a little scarier. Which is good, because I don’t want to pull back from him just yet.

  The second time around is even better than the first, I am almost completely in tune with him now and I don’t feel self-conscious at all. Being on top is a little different, but once I got the hang of it, that was definitely better. He has a rocking body, and an even better cock.

  “Spencer, you’ve made me crazy.” I whisper, rolling off him. I feel the loss of his cock inside me and clench around nothing. The searing heat of him lingers inside me and I revel in the sensation. My whole body is heated up by him all over, I feel like I might explode.

  “I could say the same.” He laughs, the boom of his laughter vibrates against my body. I watch with hanging eyes as he discards the condom, his now flaccid cock laying against his leg. I clear my throat and try to focus on something else, like how pretty the trees are, how peaceful the field is. I don’t know how he found this place, but it’s perfect.

  He holds me close to him, his muscular arms wrapped around me tightly. My body presses to his, and my breasts mash against his chest. For some reason that makes me feel more like a woman, especially the way he touches them. I believe him completely when he says they’re his favorite. We lay there for a while, just enjoying the feel of each other. I haven’t ever done that with a guy, cuddled, and it feels nice.

  “How do you plan on topping this for our next date?” I break the silence. This one set the bar really high. Fancy dinner, picnic in the woods, it has all been very romantic.

  “I guess I haven’t figured that out yet.” He looks down at me with thoughts in his eyes and I realize he is actually thinking about it. I don’t want him to think he has to go above and beyond for me, I’m not that kind of girl. I don’t need to be showered and pampered with gifts, it really isn’t my thing.

  “You don’t really need to. Do anything that special, I mean. I would be happy with eating fast food from a drive through in the back seat of truck or something.” I tell him, and I really mean it. That night we spent at the drive in and then sat in my car was perfect. I felt like I didn’t need to try and be something else. Not that I felt like that tonight, it was perfect tonight. But I’m not the one to stress over my outfit and hair, I tried to do my eye makeup and ended up wiping it off anyway. No one has energy for all that.

  “I’m shocked, but you deserve something special every once in a while.” He says, his deep voice seeps into my skin, and I smile to myself at it. He’s just such a man. I don’t know how to explain it. It’s not the muscles or his scent; it’s just how he acts. I’ve only been around boys before. Spencer is not like that at all.

  I nod at him, “Okay. Every once in a while, then.” I agree only to make him happy. He seems like I’d have to argue with him and end up losing.

  He grins at me and kisses the top of my head. I beam, that head kiss is just so simple and sweet, means nothing other than I care about you. I enjoy it way too much.

  “We should get out of here.” He says like he half means it, but he’s right. It’s getting chilly and although my dad won’t pester me about where I was, I don’t want to give him a reason to.

  “Yeah.” I agree.

  “You okay?” he asks me again. I’m not sure why he does that, I think it’s sweet but it makes me feel like I’ve done something to make him think that I’m not okay. I start trying to find my clothes, but it has gotten darker and that makes it a bit hard.

  “Yeah, I’m fine. Why do you keep asking me that?” I smile at him and he turns sheepish.

  He half looks at me and smiles, “I don’t know. Just feel like I should.” I feel him watching me as I put on my panties and bra. He watches me get dressed like I am getting undressed. It’s different, kind of nice.

  “That’s sweet of you. But you don’t have to.” I tell him. I’m not a delicate flower, like everyone at the club treats me. Spencer is the only one that doesn’t do that. Until now, I guess.

  “Noted.” He stands up and puts his jeans on. I get up too to put the rest of my clothes back on. I wonder if there are any bugs for a second and shake it off, the place looks rather clean. I’ll still be taking a shower as soon as I get home.

  “Are you leaving this here?” I wonder aloud about the blankets. They’re so warm and plush, I half wonder where he got them too.

  He stands a few feet away and gazes at me in that way again.

  “Yeah, I guess. Until I come back to get it in the morning. That’s what I did to get the stuff here, I came earlier.” He says.

  I nod but keep thinking how unbelievably sweet this man is. It doesn’t make sense. I never would have thought but here he is. And it doesn’t feel like he is faking.

  “Thank you for doing this.” I walk up to him and hug him, craning my neck up to look at h
im. I inhale his scent and feel his warmth against me, it’s too perfect. “It was really special.” I tell him.

  He nods and pushes my hair back over my shoulder, his hand presses heavily to my face until he pulls back. His eyes bore into mine, carrying this intensity that I can’t place. I can only get lost in it.

  “No problem. You deserve to feel special Jeannine.” He tells me, the intensity in his voice runs through my body and I beam.

  “You make me feel special, just you.” I reach up and kiss him before I can think about what I just said. I know that I meant it, but it feels too serious to actually say it out loud. The kiss stays soft as he coaxes his lips against mine, kissing me just for the sake of kissing me.

  “I’m glad.” He says, when we break apart.

  I smile to myself and we get going shortly after.

  I haven’t gotten used to riding on his bike yet, the holding him close and pressing my body to his part. I just hold him tightly and inhale his scent against the whipping wind, feeling free. It has been such a perfect night that I don’t want it to end, and I wish it didn’t have to. But good things should be done in moderation too.

  We arrive back at the shop and he parks near my car.

  “You want an escort home?” he asks me, taking off my helmet.

  I laugh at him, “No that’s okay. Besides…” I start thinking of my dad and trail off. His smile drops for a second before it falls back in line.

  “Right. You have a good time?” he trails his fingertips down my chin and then cups my face.

  “Yes. An amazing time. Thank you.” I tell him again, moving closer to him.

  “You’re welcome.” He kisses me softly.

  I sigh and figure if I don’t tell him I will just think about it all night.

  “I’m not fragile, Spencer. I know everyone at the club thinks I am because my dad makes me out to be that way, but I’m not. You’re the first guy to see me, despite what he says, and I’m glad that you did. But I… I’m not fragile. I like having sex with you. You don’t have to ask me if I’m okay all the time.” I laugh softly, he grins in turn and I relax a little.

  “Okay Jeannine, you’re not fragile. And I don’t pay attention to what the other guys say.” He tells me.

  I nod and laugh once. “Okay, Spencer.” I unlock my car and open the door.

  “I’ll call you tomorrow.” He tells me.

  “Okay. Goodnight.” I wave to him, he smiles and watches me drive off before he leaves.

  I smile all the way there, a little relieved that Dad’s bike isn’t here. It would be weird, walking in post date and gazebo sex without it seeming obvious. Dad is intuitive that way. Like I knew I would though, strip and shower immediately, feeling sad about washing his touch away but I know that’s permanent. I look in the mirror as I wrap my towel around myself, confirming I have a huge hickey on my neck under my ear, and more above my breasts. He literally ate me up.

  I decide to go all out and send him a picture, asking how the hell I am going to hide these. When I put my night shirt on and climb into bed, he responds.

  Spencer: Use that sexy hair of yours to cover it.

  I giggle, that doesn’t seem plausible at all. But I used to think my curly hair was annoying, and now he is telling me it’s sexy. I’ll never think about getting a perm again.

  Me: Hm. I’ll try that. Have you gone to bed yet?

  Spencer: Is that a request for a pic?

  I smile and bite my lip, rolling over in bed. My body is completely spent, I can’t even think about doing something other than sleep. But a pic for the road would be nice.

  Me: I guess I am.

  I take the leap. This is new to me too, but with Spencer it just feels normal.

  A few moments later, he sends me a picture from the neck down. his abs are taut as he lays in bed against gray sheets, dipped low on his waist, under his Adonis belt and right above his cock. God he is way too hot.

  Me: Good enough. Goodnight.

  Spencer: Goodnight angel.

  He sends with a wink and I grin. Now I can fall asleep.

  When I wake up the next morning, I didn’t think I would feel any different, but I do. I feel like a different person and it’s all Spencer’s fault, not that I’m mad or anything I just hope he’s as messed up as I am. I roll over in bed, a huge smile on my face as I stretch out. I didn’t wake up early again, which is nice, and my dad isn’t pestering me about it either. But it’s Sunday now and he usually tries to relax at least a little bit, but I can’t make any promises for him.

  I check my phone before I get out of bed, yawning as my eyes water. I end up rereading our text messages and staring at his photo like it’s the best work of art—it pretty much is. I can’t believe I sent him a photo too, I never do that kind of thing. I’m not worried about it getting out or anything, this isn’t high school, but it’s kind of hot knowing he can look at it any time he wants to. As I’m staring intently, Adriana texts me asking to meet up for lunch and I agree.

  Eventually I get up and shower, half waiting for a text from Spencer. I figured he would text me first, but I don’t mind all that chivalrous type stuff anyway. I go through my morning routine, shower and dress in jeans and a tee shirt before I head down stairs.

  “Dad?” I look around for him and end up finding him outside in the backyard again.

  He’s wearing jeans and no shirt. “You’re going to get sunburn Dad.” I tell him.

  He grins at me, dropping a huge chrome part onto the table.

  “I don’t need lotion. You slept in late.”

  “You let me, which is surprising.” I sit across from him and wait for it to feel weird, but it doesn’t. Knowing that I’m kind of lying to him. That I am going behind his back. It doesn’t feel good, but he is also unreasonable about it and I don’t really have a choice.

  “I figured you would be tired. You got home late last night.”

  “I was home before you. But yeah, I was tired. I’m going to lunch with Adriana.” I tell him.

  “Oh you guys are still friends? That’s nice. Bring me back some dessert.” He starts paying more attention to the bike part again.

  “Okay Dad.” I grin, getting up from the chair. My phone buzzes, but I don’t want to check it in front of him.

  “You need some money?” he asks.

  I laugh once, “I’m okay dad.” I go to hug him goodbye and he stops me before I leave.

  “Oh, I have some club business to handle. I may be in and out the next few days, I have to go to the next town over.” He says. I give him a sour expression and he sounds like he knows what’s coming.

  “Is it dangerous?”

  “You sound like your mother.”

  “It’s a valid question Dad.” I look at him intently.

  “I don’t do the dangerous stuff anymore. That’s what the other members are for.”

  “Dad…” I warn. I didn’t start finding out about some of the stuff he does until I was older. And I kind of wish I hadn’t. He gets involved in dangerous stuff sometimes. When I was a bit younger, I could remember what mom would say to him sometimes, about some of the stuff he did. I’m starting to understand more of why she left.

  “Don’t worry, Jeannine. I’ll be fine. You have fun, but no house parties.” He chuckles. I smile, but it doesn’t reach my eyes.

  “Okay Dad.” I hug him again, this time he hangs on a bit longer. It’s how I can tell he is keeping some of the truth from me.

  I leave soon after, to meet Adriana at our favorite café. She is already sitting at the window, looking effortlessly pretty in a tank top and shorts.

  “Hey,” she stands to hug me and I hug her back.

  “Hey, you ordered already?” I ask, sitting in the chair and getting settled. For the first time, I check my phone, and it is a text from Spencer.

  Spencer: What are you up to angel?

  I smile wide and give myself away.

  “No, but I guess something has your attention.” She giggles, tryi
ng to look and see. I hide my phone and shake my head at her.

  “Um, not really.” I sip the glass of water, turns out I’m thirsty and I down nearly the whole thing.

  “Who are you talking to? Spencer? And you never told me how the date was.”

  I calm her down, “One thing at a time.” The server comes and saves me, we order our usual things and I get lemonade, which makes me smile even more at the memory.

  “Yes, it’s Spencer. And the date was amazing. He really pulled out all the stops. It was romantic and really, really nice.”

  “First date worthy.” She grins over her glass.

  “Yeah. The best. And—” I pause to answer Spencer, leaving her in waiting.

  Me: I’m eating lunch with my friend

  Spencer: You have friends?

  He texts back immediately and I laugh once.

  “Um, we kind of had sex too.” I sip my lemonade and wait for her to freak out.

  Her face goes through a bunch of expressions and I wait for her to land on one. It’s prying curiosity.

  “You have to tell me everything. Was it better than the last time? I sure hope so, for your sake I mean.” She laughs.

  I shake my head at her and nod, “Yes it was better. So much better.” I smile at the memory and need to stop thinking about it before it overtakes me.

  “So, how did it happen?” she pries.

  I sigh and give her a look, I knew she would do this. I should have prepared better. I answer Spencer instead.

  Me: I do have friends. Well, one friend.

  Spencer: I’ll let you enjoy your lunch date then angel.

  Me: Okay, talk later.

  I set my phone on lock and focus on Adriana, even though I still wish I could run away.

  “He had this picnic thing set up at a gazebo. There was this really nice clearing outside of town. There was moonlight and everything, all very movie-esque.” I giggle, almost scoffing at how perfect it was.

  “Aw, that is so romantic. I’m surprised, I mean he’s an MC guy.”

  “Yeah. I guess he isn’t really, he only joined for his brother.” I tell her.