Outlaw MC: The Complete Boxset

by Ethan Egorov

  He lays on his back and sighs, holding one arm around me.

  “So. It’s important to you. Whatever it is.” I say. I still don’t know the specifics, not enough to actually wrap my head around it but I am getting there, nonetheless.

  “Yeah, it is. They are my family. And my actual brother is in it too. If I fail, then it’s all on me. My fault, my doing. But I still love it, it’s my life. I only got to be pres last year after the other one left the club, now it’s me. It is actually a pretty funny story, I kind of played myself.” He laughs once.

  “Why? What happened?” I smile and look up at him.

  He smirks down his nose at me and I wait eagerly.

  “So, I brought my brother here to look out for him and what not, around a year ago. But he went and got involved with the pres’ daughter, there was a huge fight that ended with him leaving the club to be with his family and now my brother has happily shacked up with her. It’s ridiculous.” He chuckles.

  I laugh instead. “That’s kind of cute, actually.” My laugh dies down to a chuckle that matches his.

  “Yeah, I guess. But, anyway. The club is just what I do. You get people out of jail. It’s just things that we do. But this,” he turns to me and looks me in the eye, “This is me wanting to know you, Paige.” He gives me a chaste kiss to my lips that I still feel in my toes.

  “Roland, it’s not because—” I lick my lips and pull back from him.

  “My ex, he cheated on me. For a long time he was cheating on me and I didn’t even know. One minute I’m planning a wedding, the next I am picking up my whole life and starting over somewhere else. So when I say I don’t want to date you, it has nothing to do with you specifically. It’s not about the club, even though we both know all your time isn’t spent doing noble things.” I take a deep breath and lay back against the pillow, watching his eyes go from sad to looking at me as if in awe. I don’t know which one is better.

  “Your ex is an idiot, I’m sorry.” Is all he has to say at first.

  “And you’re right. We’re both right. Now can we continue this another time, I’m tired and want to sleep while I hold you.” He kisses my forehead and I giggle, nodding in agreement.

  That’s what he does, he holds me and I have every intention of falling asleep until I don’t.

  11

  Roland

  I’m glad for every moment I get with Paige. It’s enough that I come all the way over here on a whim just to get a taste of her. Just to feel her.

  I like how her place is set up; I feel like I know her better. The picture of her and who I assume is her dad aids that fact. But I like feeling like I am surrounded by her, like I am in her space. But I want more than that, this is just a start. Her panties were burning a hole in my pocket and as funny as they were to find, I am not enough of a creep to hang onto them. But I get past all the formalities and get right to business.

  “I need to taste you. I hope you’re a good girl, Paige.” I get between her legs, inhaling her sweet scent swirling around me, feeling her squirm on the bed for more.

  “Yes.” Her voice is breathy, mesmerizing. “Good enough.”

  I start working at her. Lapping up her falling moisture and circling her clit. The hard bud pulses against my tongue as I swirl and move it around, eliciting more moans from her. I love how loud she is, and the way her soft thighs are clamping around my head and holding me prisoner. I don’t stop, not even to breathe, I just need her. The way she tastes is better than any other way I could have imagined, sweet just like her. My cock grows hard to impossible limits and I want to be buried inside her but I want her pleasure first.

  “Oh god Roland, please don’t stop—oh my god,” she moans, rolling her hips to meet mine.

  Even as she comes, I don’t release her, keeping my mouth on her until I can feel her pulse slow.

  “Holy shit.” She mutters, and I kiss back up her body to meet her lips. I look right in her eyes as I swipe her juices from my mouth and kiss her lips instead.

  She wraps herself around me and deepens the kiss. When she starts rolling her hips over my cock, my self-control is tested to the absolute limit. I kiss her, focusing on her tongue swirling with mine for as long as I can.

  “Fuck. You don’t want to do that before I wrap this shit up.” I murmur.

  She unlinks her arms and legs from me and I dig around in my jeans for a condom. I keep my gaze trained on her, watching her body raise and fall with her rapid breathing. I crack my neck and feel more of the desire I have for her pooling in my cock, begging to be in her.

  “Turn over, sweetheart.” I tell her. In fact I demand it.

  She turns over and I get distracted by her ass, the perfect amount of ripe skin against her rounded hips. My mouth salivates at having her again. I lift up her hips and slide my cock over her clit, feeling her shudder against me.

  “You ready?”

  I always have to ask her, in case she wants it slow first. Which I’d do, even though it isn’t my style. But there is some dirty in her too.

  “God yes,” she exhales, her head is turned to see me and I bury myself inside her.

  I lose myself in her, not wasting any time before I start fucking her hard. The thick gray head board hits against the wall with each thrust and I go as fast and deep as I can. As hard as I can. I grab her hips and hold her in place, her skin ripples from the force and her torso stays pressed into the bed. I look at her face, contorted in pleasure from the side, her lips pursed and poised to moan. Her red hair is tousled and strewn over her neck.

  “Oh god—oh god—” her nimble fingers grip her sheets with nowhere else to go.

  “Roland,” she moans my name when she comes. She clenches around me and it makes me get closer to the edge. My cock tightens and my back goes weak as I release, coming hard and blinking my vision back. Her body has gone soft and I hold her up until I finish, then I lay my body over hers as I breathe deeply.

  “Paige,” I whisper her name and tilt her head to kiss her.

  Our tongues lace together and I taste her with the kiss, deepening it until I need to breathe.

  “That was amazing.” She says as she stretches.

  I grin and turn her over, smiling at her.

  “Yeah. I feel a lot better now.” I smirk at her and kiss the corner of her lips. I like how soft her skin is right there, what it feels like to kiss her but not do it for any other reason but wanting to feel her.

  “Were you actually stressed out?” She asks me with a spike of curiosity in her tone.

  Then she starts getting under the covers and I help her, watching her naked body and letting it distract my train of thought.

  “Yeah, a bit. I talked to the guys at the club and we worked it out.” I tell her. She nods once and blinks slowly. I can tell she is tired, and while I have no idea what time she usually goes to work I figure it is pretty early.

  “That’s good.” She says, and I feel her watching me.

  “Are you actually like a president to them or is that just for decoration?” She asks me after a while.

  It’s her soft giggle that makes me less defensive about it.

  I turn on my side to look at her and let my fingers trail down the soft skin of her shoulders.

  “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.” I ask, and I try not to sound defensive too. Because I don’t mind that she wants to know, I just don’t want her to use my answer against her one day. I spent enough time around old Tank to know that a woman is more than capable of pulling your strings. He left the club for his.

  She shakes her head and pauses as she thinks.

  “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 i
s the best way of knowing who you really are. It’s—” she trails off and I finish it for her so she doesn’t feel like she is putting words into my mouth.

  “It’s my life. You’re right.”

  Her lips press a hard line and I regard her carefully.

  I lay back and keep an arm around her waist. Having her close to me feels good, her soft skin and the weight of her body on mine is comforting.

  “So. It’s important to you. Whatever it is.” She says.

  “Yeah, it is. They are my family. And my actual brother is in it too. If I fail, then it’s all on me. My fault, my doing. But I still love it, it’s my life. I only got to be pres last year after the other one left the club, now it’s me. It is actually a pretty funny story, I kind of played myself.” I laugh once even though I only find it funny half the time. Spence and I work things out pretty easily but it’s still hard to know he almost fucked this up for me.

  “Why? What happened?” She smiles up at me and I knew that would catch her attention. I smirk at her and exhale a breath.

  “So, I brought my brother here to look out for him and what not, around a year ago. But he went and got involved with the pres’ daughter, there was a huge fight that ended with him leaving the club to be with his family and now my brother has happily shacked up with her. It’s ridiculous.” I chuckle at the memory. That shiner Tank gave him is still funny to me though.

  She laughs her soft noise. “That’s kind of cute, actually.”

  “Yeah, I guess. But, anyway. The club is just what I do. You get people out of jail. It’s just things that we do. But this,” I turn back to look her right in the eye, “This is me wanting to know you, Paige.” I kiss her, firming my lips against hers so she knows that I meant it.

  “Roland, it’s not because—” she licks her lips and pulls back. I watch her audibly tense up and then relax a bit, feeling me hold her tighter. I get the sense she is about to tell me something that she wouldn’t normally want to, something hard for her. I don’t even feel like time is moving too fast with us, it just feels right. It felt right to high tail it over here and let her comfort me, to tell her about the club and what it means to me, and it feels good. I feel lighter, and not tied down.

  Her gray eyes stare into mine and I wait.

  “My ex, he cheated on me. For a long time he was cheating on me and I didn’t even know. One minute I’m planning a wedding, the next I am picking up my whole life and starting over somewhere else. So when I say I don’t want to date you, it has nothing to do with you specifically. It’s not about the club, even though we both know all your time isn’t spent doing noble things.” She takes a long deep breath, meanwhile my fists clench at thinking of that bastard that hurt her.

  I can’t believe anyone would be so stupid. Paige is smart, beautiful, witty; I know I am lucky to know her and I have only just met her. That guy is a dumb ass, I’d like to go find him and teach him a fucking lesson on how to treat women. Even the worst guys at the bar don’t cheat, they make it clear they won’t be exclusive or they cut the girl loose. This, what he did to her, it made her different, and I accept the challenge of heling her trust again even if it isn’t me.

  “Your ex is an idiot, I’m sorry.” I tell her, so I don’t get into all that and ruin the mood.

  “And you’re right. We’re both right. Now can we continue this another time, I’m tired and want to sleep while I hold you.” I say, grinning at her. She smirks back and further snuggles up against me.

  My eyes are prepared to just droop closed and never open again but instead I kiss her, and she kisses me back. Wrapping herself around me and deepening the kiss, it threatens to never stop. And I don’t want to.

  I’m pretty sure we fall asleep kissing like horny teenagers, it’s a bit rejuvenating to say the least. I want more from Paige, with her—

  I just need to figure out how I’ll get it.

  12

  Paige

  “So let me get this straight, you went there to start a new simple life and ended up with a biker boyfriend? Who may or may not be a criminal?”

  “He’s not a criminal, he was speeding.” I lie, even though I have told her the whole story already. I text Lauren here and then, but it is hard to encapsulate everything into text messages without fleshing it out. So, we are finally able to talk on the phone one lazy weekday that I got off work early again and she doesn’t have class. It doesn’t happen often, but sometimes court dates are shifted or there are just not that many people in the jail house, which is different to when they are already in county.

  “Shut up, you totally told me that he does some other stuff too. That’s why the police don’t like him.” She cackles.

  “Well, yeah. But it doesn’t seem like he enjoys it you know, he’s more about the club in general.” I tell her, but I don’t even feel like I have to talk him up.

  It has been a few weeks since we have started hanging out, and not dating because I insisted on it, but in the beginning, I kept comparing him to my ex until I realized I didn’t have to. There really isn’t a comparison, and I don’t have to defend him to anyone. He calls when he says he will, is considerate in all regards, and seems to be a generally nice guy, no bullshit at all. Which is refreshing but also worrying, since I don’t want to end up actually liking him, that would only prove difficult in the long run.

  “I guess so, but I mean it’s still pretty weird considering the fact that you’re a lawyer.” She giggles.

  “Yeah, I’m a lawyer, not a cop. And a defense lawyer at that.” I sit on my couch with a bowl of chips and start snacking. I was with Roland this morning, speaking of, and my knees are still weak because of that, I was almost late for work too.

  “Okay, right. So you’re like a power couple in crime. At least he’s a good guy. I mean it’s kind of funny that he’s a better guy than Jason was, what a jackass.”

  “Yeah, you can’t judge people.” I mutter over chewing, and I had done that in the first place. I mean I met him in prison after all, even though it was a petty crime. He disclosed his other activities with me still, so I knew what I was getting into. I guess it is just a choice I have to make, and I still think about it sometimes. About what it is that he does, or asks other people to do, it’s the same difference.

  “Oh for sure, I’m glad you are stepping out of the box a bit. Have you stopped wearing your hair in buns?” She laughs at me.

  “It’s a sensible style—” I break off, remembering when Roland commented on it, and he likes it, says it makes him want to loosen me up.

  “Whatever, nerd.” She laughs with me.

  We continue the conversation with other random stuff and chat for hours. It usually ends up being like that anyway, because we don’t get to talk at length that much. But it is nice to speak to her, one of these days we will actually go through with a plan to see each other, but we both know how unlikely it is that will work.

  It’s just after I get off the phone with her, that I finish snacking, and my phone rings from Roland calling me.

  The familiar smile and flutter in my stomach that comes with thinking of him in any way floods my body.

  “Paige Travers, esquire,” I answer with a smile, knowing how much he likes when I do that.

  I hear him growl in that regard and it makes me smile further with a small laugh.

  “Hey sweetheart, how was your day?” He asks me. I can hear glasses clink in the background and know he is at the club.

  “It was boring, nothing fun.” I say. Except the one case I had lasted four hours with three recesses until the jury came to a deadlock, and I will still have to deal with that tomorrow.

  “Hm, you didn’t save anyone from jail?” He chuckles.

  “Nope, I guess I suck at my job.” I joke, which is only funny because just yesterday, I negotiated his case down to no court appearance at all, removing the need for judge oversight.

  “I guess so. I want to see you tonight.” He says firmly, even though he just saw me today. But
I can tell that he really means it. “And not like a date.” He sighs like he knows the routine and it makes me smile a bit, more than just talking to him.

  It is frustrating, because I know that I like him and that this could be more, but I have had bad luck in these regards and I don’t want to end up down that road again, and mess things up with him. He has been really understanding though and doesn’t pry me at all, to press the issue and try to convince me. I at least let us go out and eat in public now instead of grabbing take out and hiding in one of our places. But I wear leggings and a tee shirt or something so it isn’t a date, and it is only at chain restaurants. But I still think about what it might be like, if we went on a real date and I actually called him my boyfriend, agreed that I was his girlfriend. It sucks that someone can mess me up like this and I have no control over it.

  “Okay. What do you want to do?” I ask, even though there are some limited options.

  “I thought I’d bring you to the club. We’ll actually plan to be there at the same time this go around.”

  I hear the smile in his voice and giggle, “Yeah, that’d be nice—” I pause, “To meet your friends?” I ask with a half-panicked tone and sense him noticing it too.

  He chuckles, “Whatever you want sweetheart, I don’t have to tell them anything.”

  I am silent again, because he always says that the club is like his family, so it feels like he is asking me to meet them and that’s pretty serious. My body clams up at the thought and I beg myself to just relax and not blow this out of proportion.

  “Paige, it’s not a big deal. And we can go somewhere else if you want. The club is like my family so I can see how that might have been a hefty suggestion.” He sighs and I feel him waiting for me to answer. Even when we talk on the phone it feels like he is right in front of me, pinning me down with his dark eyes and winning me over.

  “We don’t have to go somewhere else; it sounds like fun.” I say, and I actually mean it too. I have already met his brother even though it was on accident, and that’s been fine. Granted I haven’t seen him since, but still, we have met. The others should be fine, I imagine it will just be like meeting work friends and that’s it.