Outlaw MC: The Complete Boxset

by Ethan Egorov

  A few of us even went to jail. That was the worst part, especially for Tank. He told me I could ask him for help whenever I wanted but I don’t need to. I don’t want to show face. But the real part of being a man, a leader, is knowing when to ask for help. But at least I am not there yet.

  “I’m gonna take off. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I clap his back and stand; he nods to me and walks off to the pool table area.

  “Spence,” I call out to my brother and he comes over.

  “I’m leaving. Make sure the bar actually gets closed down, we don’t need gnats in here.” I tell him.

  He rolls his eyes at me and I laugh, but it is his job after all.

  “Fuck off. See ya later, tell Paige I said hello.” He cackles.

  I flip him off and then am out the door, back on my bike and on the way home.

  When I get back it’s like walking into a new place. I see Paige everywhere in here now, her scent even lingers on the couch. I change into sweats and find something to eat and occupy my mind, it’s barely eight pm so it feels too early to call, like we just saw each other.

  But after my chicken parm there is no other way to stall. I go to my living room, find an action movie to watch, and call her number in my phone. I start to think she won’t answer until she does.

  “Paige Travers, esquire,” she answers in her soft voice and I grin.

  “That sounds very official.” I smile to myself. It’s weird not having her here, but her voice floods around me all the same.

  “I answer all unknown numbers that way. But now that I know it’s you… so you actually called me.” She giggles as if surprised.

  “Of course I did. Why would you think I wouldn’t?”

  “I don’t know… you seemed like you were about to have a stressful night.”

  I chuckle, “I did. This is my way of feeling better. Did you not want me to call you? I guess you’re still playing that I only want your dick game.” I laugh.

  She stutters for a bit before landing on something.

  “I’m not doing that. It isn’t a game and I am glad that you called. Did everything work out okay?” She asks me.

  “Yeah.” I sigh. “More or less.”

  “Hm. You sound worked up even still.” She says, and she actually sounds concerned. It’s how I know she is genuine about it. It’s a nice change.

  “I guess I am. It’d be nice if you were actually here. Then I could touch you, kiss you, make all the bad shit go away.”

  “I think you give me too much credit.” She giggles in a breathy voice.

  “I’m not, I know what I’m talking about.” I exhale and take a deep breath. “So how do you plan on helping me?” I ask her. I hear some shifting around on her end for the first time then she speaks.

  “You could come over if you want.” She says, but more like a suggestion or something.

  “Hm. If I want?”

  “If I want. Which I do.”

  “Good. And I have something for you once I get there.” I say, and then I hang up, because I have an element of mystery that way.

  I’m smiling all the way through my shower and as I get dressed, and on the way to her place. She texted me her address and I know the part of town well. It’s fairly new, has a bunch of new condos. Her place is this nice cottage type of place and I knock on her door, this big white thing that seems perfectly fitting.

  The door swings open swiftly after and I smile immediately.

  “I was hoping you would greet me naked.”

  10

  Paige

  It’s kind of surreal, leaving Roland at the club and then going back home. It has been an eventful day and I am exhausted, rightfully all sexed up and wanting more. Roland is a different kind of man, one that I haven’t figured out yet. But I will.

  After I shower and relax, I catch up on texts with Lauren and tell her all about Roland. Some of it makes her head spin but it does to me too. She agrees that I should have some fun for at least a while. If I feel like I end up stringing him along, then I will tell him it won’t work anymore. But that’s if he has more feelings for me than I would for him, and the way things are going, my plan might be short lived.

  I make a light dinner and then watch some tv, catching up on a reality show I like to watch. I feel like I am settled in my new place and I don’t actually dread going to work tomorrow, which is nice. I kind of like it and feel like I am going to gain traction soon enough. I am not trying to change the world, just help people, and it feels better than helping companies get out of screwing people.

  What feels even better, though, are memories of Roland. He is nothing short of dreamy, absolutely bad for my wellbeing.

  I like him enough to want to get to know him and that’s kind of scary, considering it is so soon. But I try not to look at my phone and wait for him to call, it’s good I didn’t get his number. I am still worried, though, about how he left things. He seemed really worried about the club, his brow all furrowed and everything, I worried about him. And it wasn’t even about the whole possible criminal activity thing, it’s just him. He cares about them, clearly, and that makes him already better than the guys before him. I need to stop comparing him to them, it wouldn’t be fair.

  But I run interference to pass time by watching tv, occasionally reading over old law books. I soon get a bit tired and am ready to go to bed, before my phone rings. I wonder if it’s him but answer my phone the same way at it being an unknown number.

  “Paige Travers, esquire,” I clear my throat and hear heavy breathing on the other end.

  “That sounds very official.” I smile at hearing his voice, it’s nice to hear even though he isn’t sitting in front of me.

  “I answer all unknown numbers that way. But now that I know it’s you… so you actually called me.” I giggle once, my skin tingling. I sit back into my couch and cross my legs.

  “Of course I did. Why would you think I wouldn’t?” He asks, his voice perking up.

  “I don’t know… you seemed like you were about to have a stressful night.” I say, which it did.

  He chuckles once, “I did. This is my way of feeling better. Did you not want me to call you? I guess you’re still playing that I only want your dick game.” He laughs but I hope he doesn’t actually believe that.

  I struggle to find my words until I do.

  “I’m not doing that. It isn’t a game and I am glad that you called. Did everything work out okay?” I ask him.

  “Yeah.” I sigh. “More or less.”

  “Hm. You sound worked up even still.” I notice the shift in his voice, I was trained to, but he isn’t on the stand, it’s just an ability I have forever.

  “I guess I am. It’d be nice if you were actually here. Then I could touch you, kiss you, make all the bad shit go away.” His voice deepens and sends a tremor of desire through my body.

  “I think you give me too much credit.” I giggle, breathing out slowly.

  “I’m not, I know what I’m talking about.” I exhale and take a deep breath. “So how do you plan on helping me?” He asks. I sit up on the couch and throw the blanket over me even though I know the shivers are fake and only from glints of desire.

  “You could come over if you want.” I suggest without thinking. But now that it’s out, I don’t plan on changing my mind.

  “Hm. If I want?”

  “If I want. Which I do.”

  “Good. And I have something for you once I get there.” His voice is the deepest level of desire and it makes my head spin, he just hangs up without letting me respond.

  I get up immediately, sprucing my appearance up and spraying some perfume so I don’t smell like I have just been laying around all day. I’m smiling like a happy go lucky girl and it feels nice, he makes me a little nervous but in a good way, like I am just excited to see him.

  Which I am.

  It’s about twenty minutes later when I hear a heavy knock, and I amble over to the door, opening it to find him smiling.

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nbsp; “I was hoping you would greet me naked.”

  “What?” I say with shock and a slight laugh. He just grins and lets himself in.

  I’m glad I at least cleaned recently. He looks amazing in just jeans and a gray hoodie; his muscular frame is tall and takes up all the space of my cute little place. With gray carpets, light furniture, and minimal decoration. I don’t have many family photos, just one of my dad and I by the kitchen and that’s it.

  “Nice place.” He comments, turning on his heel to face me.

  “That you’re tracking those dirty boots with.” I smile.

  He laughs and takes them off, then comes back and sets them by the door. He stands up fully and tracks me with his gaze, looming over me by the door frame. I swallow hard and inhale his scent, and let it swarm my brain with its candor. His eyes zoom in on me and blaze me down with their intensity and I feel my whole body reacting to him, wanting him.

  “You said you had something for me.” I break the silence, my voice unsteady.

  “I do.” He steps back and grins, digging in his back pocket before bringing out a familiar wad of purple fabric.

  “I believe these belong to you.” He licks his lips and holds them in the air. I laugh out of mortification. I tried to find them when we were getting dressed but I failed and didn’t want to hold him up. It’s not like I have an aversion to letting the lady parts breathe a bit so I went with it.

  But I still felt weird about them being in his house somewhere.

  “Thank you.” I clear my throat and grab them, effectively leading him into my bedroom where I toss them in my hamper in the closet.

  “I was not expecting this.” He looks around my bedroom and then sits on the edge of the bed. It is more than weird having him here, but also completely normal somehow. I get that feeling of being close to him again without fully knowing him. But I also don’t really want to know about all his skeletons.

  My room is a scheme of purple and white, cream and gray; the same furniture I put in storage when I moved in with Jason. I missed it. My bed has the nice gray cushion head board and is raised up with a white ruffle cover over the purple sheets. My carpet matches, and I have a fluffy purple rug too. I guess it is out of the ordinary a bit.

  “What did you expect.” I go over to him, standing between his legs. His hands find my thighs immediately, my plain college tee shirt shifting.

  “I don’t know. Red and black. You’ve got a dark side you know.” He chuckles, shifting his hands up higher. I hold onto his firm shoulders for support.

  “I don’t.”

  “But you’ve got a bit of skepticism to you.”

  I giggle, “No, I don’t. Should I be a hopeless romantic and expect to ride off in the sunset with you on your bike? Elope with you?” I giggle and trail my hands up to his face, sliding my fingers into his hair.

  “Hm, I guess not. But a little swooning would be nice.” He smiles and pulls me down to kiss him.

  His lips are a soft coaxing against mine, a warm welcome. I moan when he slides his hand between my legs and on my panties. I clutch at him, holding him close as I kiss him back. He just feels too good to be true, all of it does.

  “I don’t want to use you for just sex, Roland. But I don’t want to get into a relationship either.” He releases me from the kiss and I let the words barrel out of me, without being able to stop it.

  He looks up at me, as if frozen for a moment.

  “Okay, Paige.”

  “Okay?” I ask back, but I don’t get a chance to respond before he tosses me onto the bed.

  I laugh aloud with sheer happiness at how he smiles at me.

  “I enjoy this you know.” He smirks.

  “What?” I prop myself on my elbows and look at him. I only have one lamp on so it isn’t too bright in here.

  “This. You.” He takes off his hoodie and I get an eyeful of his tattoos, his tight muscles, all the good parts of him.

  “I guess I enjoy it too.” I giggle.

  He keeps going with his jeans and briefs, leaving his half hard cock ready for me, and I stare at it with wide eyes like it’s the first time. It doesn’t get much easier to look at either way.

  “Off.” He demands.

  I take off my shirt immediately and am bare to him, my breasts hitting the cold air and nipples hardening.

  “Damn, you are mighty gorgeous.” He murmurs as if to himself.

  I blush even though he has said that before, but it just still feels new.

  He climbs up on the bed and I scoot back, laying my head on the firm pillow. His hands explore up my thighs until he drags my panties down and tosses them to the side. I’ll probably lose those too.

  Roland grins at me and kisses my inner thigh as I shiver.

  “I need to taste you. I hope you’re a good girl, Paige.” He grins, his breath on my skin, making me tremble.

  “Yes.” I breathe. “Good enough.”

  His tongue lances over me and I cry out, fisting my fingers in his hair to hold him there. He swirls around me, focusing on my clit and then letting it rest before going back, over and over, just circling and driving me absolutely insane. I want to scream as loud as possible but I don’t want my neighbors to think a sex crazed woman moved in. At least I wasn’t before the move.

  “Oh god Roland, please don’t stop—oh my god,” I moan aloud, circling my hips to meet him.

  He literally eats at me and I succumb to the deep sensations, the slurping sound and goodness of his mouth on me. He growls against me and grips my thighs harder as I come, the vibration of his growl taking me there. My thighs trap his head and he continues licking me up until I stop tremoring.

  “Holy shit.” My body goes lax on the bed, he kisses up my body and I meet his smiling face before he visibly wipes my juices from his mouth and then kisses me.

  I lose all sense when his tongue swirls around mine, his mouth controlling me. I wrap my legs around him and rub his cock against my clit.

  “Fuck. You don’t want to do that before I wrap this shit up.” He murmurs against the kiss and pulls his hips back; I can feel him trying to rein in his self-control and nearly failing.

  I release him so he can dig into his jean pockets, he comes back with a gold wrapped condom and then breaks the seal. I watch as he rolls it on and stares down at me. He cracks his neck and licks his lips before his eyes meet mine again.

  “Turn over, sweetheart.” His voice has reached that deep commanding level and it makes me listen right away. My body fills with excitement as I do, already pulsing for more of him.

  I flip over on my stomach and turn my head to see him out of the corner of my eye. His muscled frame hulks over me on the bed. He grabs at my hips, pulling them toward his center.

  “You ready?” He asks, and I feel his cock circling my entrance.

  I moan aloud, my eyes lolling back into my head with the way it feels. He always asks that, because he likes it rough, fast, no holds barred, and I didn’t know that I like it that way either before him.

  “God yes,” I exhale, my body going cold and then warm all over again when he pushes into me.

  I cry out, unable to help it.

  He loses himself in me and I clench around him, my pussy probably milking him dry from the feel of it.

  His hands hold my waist so tightly that I know it will leave marks and I don’t care. I want to be marked by him.

  He picks up the pace, my thick headboard slamming into the wall and my body jostling. He slides one hand down the center of my back and clutches a bundle of hair at the nape of my neck, pulling me back to trap me between his onslaught of actual fucking and rough meeting of our bodies.

  “Oh god—oh god—” I claw at my sheets and cry out; my eyes literally start to water and slip down my cheeks as the sensation becomes blinding.

  I find myself climbing higher and higher to my peak, falling faster than the last one. He has this way of holding me at the edge, knowing exactly where all my good parts and right spots are.


  “Roland,” I moan his name when I come, it’s so good I just collapse onto the bed and let him use my body until he finishes, groaning deep in his chest as he comes inside me.

  “Paige,” he whispers and draws me close, turning my head to kiss him.

  His tongue laces with mine immediately and I fall into the kiss, joining with him in another way. He draws his cock from my body and I feel like I have lost something.

  He rolls off me and discards the condom in the trash I keep by my bed.

  “That was amazing.” I stretch out, my muscles delightfully sore.

  He grins and turns me over, laying his body half over mine.

  “Yeah. I feel a lot better now.” He smirks, kissing the corner of my lips. I gush when he does that inside, I don’t know why, it’s just a little sweet gesture that he makes.

  “Were you actually stressed out?” I ask him curiously. I get up under my covers because I keep my room cold and he just about tucks me in, like I don’t need to tell him that I have to go to work early tomorrow.

  “Yeah, a bit. I talked to the guys at the club and we worked it out.” He says.

  I nod once.

  “That’s good.” I look across his face, flushed with the post sex glow, his lips are swollen pink and his cheeks red under his eyes.

  “Are you actually like a president to them or is that just for decoration?” I giggle.

  He makes a face and turns to me, stroking my shoulder with his fingers.

  “Why do you ask those things? I mean do you actually want to know or are you telling yourself I’m not that much of a bad guy. Or a good guy. Whichever one works.” He says.

  I shake my head and pause for a moment.

  “I don’t know, truthfully. I’ve just never heard of it before and I’m curious. But I’m not using it to tell myself that it can be better if other people do the bad stuff or if you do it yourself. And I don’t want to know everything, I don’t need the specifics. I just…I think that club is the best way of knowing who you really are. It’s—”

  “It’s my life. You’re right.” He finishes for me. I seal my lips and regard him carefully.