Outlaw MC: The Complete Boxset

by Ethan Egorov

  Each time I see him, which is over a fast take out dinner or a drink at the club, he only goes as far as to look at me and that’s it. Even when I wear more revealing clothes. I want him, and I suck at making that known. It has never been like this before, this adult—college boys are different, and they are just boys. Logan is a man.

  One that is on his way right now to pick me up and help me get moved in to my new place. It’s not that exciting, just a subleased studio nearby, above a coffee shop.

  “Where is your brain off to?” Jeannine comes up behind me and takes me by surprise. I jump and grab at her shoulders.

  “Jesus, don’t do that.” I laugh at her. I’m in the storage closet stacking a new shipment of shirts. The place does really well, especially since they started some social media. I took over that and post in Instagram and Facebook, it seemed to help. One of the many things I learned in undergrad that I get to use. It is just a stepping stone, but I actually like it here. As long as I work here that is.

  “Sorry.” She giggles and sits on the plastic tub in here, dressed like me in jeans and a tee shirt. I wore the tight orange one I have today, just to try and drive Logan crazy. But I don’t seem to have luck in that department.

  “Ugh, I was just thinking about moving in. It’s not like I have a bunch of furniture but…”

  “Logan is still helping you, though, right?” She makes that face I am familiar with now, the prying one. Meddling even. I shake my head at her.

  “Yeah he is. But he only wants to be friends. I don’t want to force him.” I shrug and stack another set of shirts. “But he’s so… it seems like he likes me you know.” I say and feel like I sound stupid until she confirms.

  “Oh no, he totally does. Everyone can tell.”

  I have been to the club a lot and met all the guys. Darius, Kit, Rafe, and Spencer. They’re all unreasonably good looking, Spencer is with Jeannine but still—and they treat me like one of them, minus the hushed whispers. But they are a tight knit family, I can tell there is something Jeannine isn’t telling me about Logan.

  “So why doesn’t he act on it? I mean, am I too young or something?” I half laugh.

  She shrugs and swings her curly hair over her shoulder.

  “No, I don’t think that’s it.” She looks away and I can tell that she knows. I stop what I’m doing and face her.

  “What is it? What aren’t you telling me?” I crouch down and lean on the other side of the shelf.

  “Maybe he doesn’t trust you.” She sighs.

  I frown, “What because of where I came from or something?”

  She laughs, “No, he wouldn’t care about that. I mean…his ex. She cheated on him. And to be honest, she kind of reminds me of you.” She talks slowly, like her words have more meaning than they appear to. And I agree that they do.

  “What?” I gasp.

  She giggles a bit to reassure me. “She came from a really wealthy family, they met in college. And not that you are this way, but she was pretty vapid, had the whole selfish vibe going on. But he loved her. Like a lot. He almost stayed with her but then… anyway, it’s not really my story to tell.”

  “I understand.” I mentally curse his ex, who ever she is, because she is keeping him from me now. I wish he knew I’d never hurt him like that, after how kind he has been, and I am just not that kind of person. When we hang out, everything is so natural and easy, it shouldn’t go to waste.

  “Anyway. Just be patient, like I said he totally is into you too. Y’all would make a cute couple.” She laughs. I try not to smile but I do.

  “Yeah… until my dad finds out. Or if he would even care,” I get up and start pacing the room before it grows stuffy. We leave and go out in the open to behind the counter. I check the clock, ten minutes until Logan comes and he is always on time.

  “Have you talked to your uncle?” She asks me.

  “Recently. He wants to come see me for Fourth of July but I don’t think he’ll like my crowd.” Uncle Ethan is a lot more easy going than my dad but he still might not like the whole MC club thing.

  “Oh, that’d be nice. Just don’t take him there.” She laughs.

  I nod, “Right.” It would be nice to see him. And I have already told him not to ask me about dad so much or try to talk to him. I don’t want a family affair going on, and I don’t want to be the cause of it, that’s for certain.

  “I want to see your new place once you get settled.”

  “Only if you help me find furniture.” I laugh. I got mostly everything, a cheap platform bed, couch for the living room and kitchen stools. But it’s a small space, it isn’t like I need much. I am just excited to finally be on my own, it is the first thing I have gotten for myself, amongst other things, and I only wish I had done this sooner.

  “Deal. Hey, I think he’s here.” She turns from the register and looks at me with a sneaky smile. She makes me more nervous about it than I am on my own.

  The more I think about him that way the worse it gets. Thinking about him every night, texting him on my crappy phone. More often than not I’m thinking dirty thoughts about him that I didn’t even know I was capable of.

  “Yeah, he is.” I watch Logan pull up and park right outside the door, hops off his bike in light faded jeans, a gray tee shirt, and the blue shaded aviators he always wears. Most of the time he is chewing on gum, I learned it is because he used to smoke, and it also explains the deep vibrato of his voice.

  My body thrives off the good nerves running through it. Being excited to see him, knowing how happy he makes me. I don’t know how I would have gotten through this without his help, both supportively and helping me with my budget, which is very important to survival. It just would have been a bit harder on my own.

  “Oh look, it’s Spin.” Jeannine laughs aloud. Logan makes a face at her as he slips his aviators off, chewing at his gum. It brings out his jawline and makes me swoon, I distract myself by getting my purse from under the cabinet.

  “Shut up kid, what are you up to?” He comes up to her and ruffles her hair and she shoves him away. I find it funny how he called her ‘kid’ and we are the same age. He also hasn’t told me why they call him Spin and I am running out of possibilities.

  “Hey princess, working hard?” He turns his attention to me, when I come around the counter to him. He still calls me princess and yet only wants to be friends. It’s confusing. But I have to confront him about it. Tonight. I am still convincing myself of that though.

  “Very.” I giggle. He smiles at me and my whole world lights up, his green eyes speck with brightness and his whole aura shifts at seeing me. That’s real. I can’t imagine that.

  “Is Jeannine helping with the heavy lifting?” He chuckles at her.

  She shakes her head, “God no. I’m going to the movies with Spencer then going to see my dad. He asked about you by the way.”

  “Oh no, what’d you tell him?” Logan laughs.

  Jeannine just shakes her head with a grin, “Nothing he doesn’t already know, Spin. Don’t forget about tomorrow, Chantal.” She reminds me about coming over to see my new place.

  “Course not, see you.” I hug her goodbye and then walk out with Logan. A safe distance away, but where I could just reach out and dust my fingers against his.

  “How was your day?” I ask him as I put the helmet on. He doesn’t wear one, but I am still not so bike friendly. I almost fell off the other day, but he caught me, luckily it wasn’t in motion. I can still feel his hard body pressed against me, the front that time, amongst other parts too. I sigh and realize that’s my life now.

  “Pretty damn boring. Had to go to the bank.” He chuckles and walks up close to me, staring down into my eyes. If I move even a centimeter, my breasts will brush against his chest and then I will be done for. Maybe he will too. He seems to sense this, as his eyes do a quick once over of my body and then he takes a step back.

  “Nothing exciting ever happens at the bank.” I giggle. He grins and then gets on the bi
ke. I follow and wrap myself around him the way I always do, reveling in every moment of the ride.

  He already helped me get some of my stuff to the place yesterday, but today we are just following the moving van there from the club where I had the furniture delivered.

  “I have no idea how to install this.” I stare at the disassembled bed in the center of the studio. The place has brown wood floors, I should have bought a rug, but I forgot. And the kitchen and living room are all one big space, the bathroom is nice enough. It helps that the place isn’t that old.

  “It’s not that hard.” Logan laughs. He takes his jacket off and walks across my apartment barefoot, setting his jacket on the back of the couch. My eyes rove over the expanse of his body; those tight muscles and beautiful tattoos. He told me about some of them and why he got them but there are a lot, he lost count.

  “Easy for you to say. Is there anything you can’t do?” I sit cross legged on the floor, surveying him striding back over.

  He laughs, “Swim.” He answers.

  I stare at him in shock.

  “There is no way you don’t know how to swim. That’s ridiculous.” I laugh.

  He shrugs, “It’s the truth. Now pay attention, you can be my helper.” He pats my head for good measure, and I swat him away.

  But I help as much as I can, which only involves handing him tools. My mind strays the whole time he does, and it takes until the bottom frame of the bed is set up before I can say anything, I had been working up the nerve. The mattress drops the same time I find it in me.

  “So um, Jeannine told me about your ex today.” I swallow. He in turn drops the wrench he was using, and it clatters to the floor. I watch his expression harden and then his eyes soften at me.

  “Damn, Jeannine and her big mouth. That kid is crazy.” He shakes his head.

  I laugh once, “You know we’re the same age right. Me and Jeannine. Why do you call her ‘kid’? I mean, are you intent on us being friends because I’m young or you’re hung up on your ex?” That makes my mouth go dry as I wait for a response, my skin goes clammy on the inside.

  Logan just stops what he is doing and gives me a passive look. I have grown familiar with most of them, the ones where he is thinking or unsure about something, amused, even turned on, but that was only when I wore my yellow dress again.

  “I don’t know which of those to answer first.” He exhales.

  I swallow, “Pick one.” And shrug my shoulders.

  He shakes his head once and comes across the bed, sitting on the side of the mattress that faces me. From where I am on the floor, I look up at him, staring down at me with his legs spread and muscular thighs fighting his jeans, his gray shirt tight to his skin. Goodness this man is something else.

  “Well, I met Jeannine when she was like nine, so it’s different. Second, I don’t think you’re young, that’s not how I see you. Legal maybe, but not young.” He chuckles once. I smile a bit and wait for the rest, if I’m going to get it.

  He clasps his hands together and stares down at his palms as he starts to pause.

  “We’re friends, Logan. You can talk to me.” I say softly. His lips twitch when he looks at me, like he wants to smile.

  “I don’t have feelings for Chelsea anymore, my ex. I’m over her. I guess I’m just not over the…trusting someone with your heart and having it stomped on part.” His laugh is void of humor.

  The vulnerability in his expression makes me want to comfort him, so I reach out to him, climbing up on my knees and covering his hands with mine. Their warmth is soothing, the tension in them makes me sad for them.

  “Well, your ex is a total bitch.” I half laugh, “I don’t know why anyone would want to hurt you like that. Cheat on you and betray your trust. I’m so sorry Logan, you don’t deserve that.” I cup his face with my other hand and get him to look at me. His smile is half there, his green eyes a depth of kindness.

  “You’re the best man I’ve ever known. I’ll be thanking you for a long time.” I sigh.

  He chuckles and grabs my hand, taking it from his face. “You don’t have to. I did it for you, princess. I care about you, but I just keep wondering if I’m ready for that again. It’s not that I don’t trust you—”

  “If you trust me then don’t push me away, I care about you too.” I lean in closer to him, feeling the heat of his breath and smelling the mint of his last piece of gum. I’m glad he isn’t chewing it now because all I want is to kiss him.

  “Chantal… you’re really testing me.” He looks in my eyes and this time his gaze has hardened, even heated up a little bit.

  “I don’t mean to.” I whisper and press my forehead to his. The heat between us is paralyzing, so damn hot.

  “You are. Every day. I want you princess; I want to ruin you and taint you and make you mine. I can’t handle it if I fuck things up.” His large hands grab my arms and drag down my sides, fisting around my waist. It sets my whole body on fire and I start to breathe heavily.

  “You’re not gonna fuck things up. Not with me.” I say, looking into his eyes. I feel my soul start to burn from the inside out and can do nothing to contain it.

  He lets out a ragged breath, like it contained the last of his inhibitions. Because I can’t even get another breath in before he kisses me. His lips collide with mine and I start to melt against him. He just presses his lips over mine, between the top and bottom, applying the slightest bit of pressure, yet it drives me crazy. I feel my body thrumming from the inside out, from a part of me that no one has ever even been to. But he is the only one I want to explore me like this. He groans against me and deepens the kiss, swirling his lips between mine to alternate. He kisses me like that, for a good while, until I can’t even take it anymore.

  I fist my fingers in his hair and slide them through his soft, thick locks and turn my head into the kiss. His hands slide down my waist, warm against my lower back, and then he outright grips my ass in my jeans and drags me closer to him. I lay against his body, my breasts mashing the hard planes of his chest as the kiss continues, and he drags me up over his lap, so I feel the shape of his cock against my stomach. It sends my heart beat racing, makes me clench inside. But he breaks the kiss then and I mewl with disapproval.

  “Fuck, princess, you drive me raving mad,” he gasps against me, his lips trail down my neck and he kisses below my ear, starting to suckle the skin.

  “Logan… that feels good,” I whisper. I turn my neck to the side and slide my hands down his arms, memorizing how the heat and hardness of his muscles feel. I have wanted this for so long I feel like I am dreaming.

  “You don’t understand,” he pulls back and looks me right in the eyes, “I could fuck you right here and now and not think twice about it. Over and over. But I can’t. I want to treat you right, princess.” He releases a breath that matches mine, one that seems to quell our burning desire for each other. And as much I don’t want to wait, I admire how much of a gentleman he is, since the beginning.

  “Logan, I’m not breakable.” I whisper, just as a slight reminder. His chuckle in response is dark and sends a warm chill down my spine.

  “You will be once I have you.”

  8

  Logan

  I leave Rafe and Darius in the club meeting room when I leave, after talking about some of the prospects. The Devil’s Princes have calmed down and so far, our alliance is working, I hope it stays that way.

  But that’s the last thing on my mind. The club in general has taken a back burner, finally, and all I can focus on is Chantal. She’s so easy to be around, funny and kind, with just the right amount of flair to offset my sometimes boring nature. She’s even played scrabble with me a few times. I like hanging out with her, being friends, even though I want more. So much more.

  I’m not emotionally damaged, screwed up by my ex, I have just learned to be cautious. Chantal is bright and kind, and I know that she likes me, but that can only go so far. She could grow bored or something and I just want to protect m
yself as best I can, without hurting her in the process by leading her on.

  Anyway, I still help her out, these past few weeks she has transformed into this independent, intelligent person I didn’t know was hiding underneath her. But I like it either way. I get excited to see her every time we make plans, and I’m helping her move in today. After I stop by the bank, which has never been the same, I head to the shop to see her. I tried to get Jeannine to stop calling me Spin but she only promised she wouldn’t tell Chantal why they call me that. That works for now.

  But I show up, and see her, and I lose my shit. Chantal has on this tight orange tee shirt that hugs at all her curves, her shapely waist and full breasts, it makes her look like a fucking nectarine that I could very well suck every ounce of juice out of. I keep my hard on at bay though and try to keep it professional as I walk out with her.

  “How was your day?” Chantal puts the helmet on, smiling at me. I grin internally and then at her.