Outlaw MC: The Complete Boxset

by Ethan Egorov

  Chantal pulls back from my chest and looks up at me, her eyes are glassy and bright, and I feel her caring for me with every breath she takes.

  “I would never hurt you that way, Logan. Or in any way at all.” She says. Like she spent the time trying to find the right thing and that works perfectly.

  I just smile at her and then kiss her lips, softly coaxing them open to drive my tongue against hers. It’s just the nicety of our lips meeting and nothing more, then I pull away.

  “You don’t have any exes on your mind?” I ask her, tired of talking about myself.

  She laughs, “Not any real ones. I would date for business alliance purposes for my father. Nothing was ever real, I don’t think.” Her voice softens.

  “Hm, that’s too bad.” I chuckle, but I’m glad that no one hurt her that shouldn’t have. I don’t think I’d be able to stand it.

  “Not really. I’ve got you.” She cradles my face in her soft hand, so small it only covers my jaw.

  “You know, I don’t want you to get freaked out when I say this, but my mom would love you.” I have it in me then, once I look in her eyes it just comes barreling out and it is true. She would love how sweet and funny she is.

  I see her visibly beam at the notion and it makes me grin.

  “She would?” She asks like she doesn’t believe me.

  I nod, “Yeah, my dad too. If they weren’t traveling so much, I’d introduce you.” I talked with them the other day and they decided to tour some of California, I may not see them until Thanksgiving. But I am glad they are living their best life now, plus I get to live in their house. Technically mine but I digress.

  “I would love to meet them, whenever they are back.” She giggles. “But my dad would hate you. Just saying.” She adds.

  I laugh and she giggles once.

  “I mean, I figured as much. We can get by without him. But maybe he would agree with my mint account. I am a business owner after all.” I say. It’s not like I would use my money to get someone to like me but I have heard her stories about him, I should start the sentence with I’m worth a million if I liquidate everything, even though that may be what he spends on shoes in a year.

  “What business?” She gapes, and I realize I had not meant to tell her directly. She didn’t want handouts, so I didn’t want her to think she got the job at the shop because of me.

  “The shops. They were my idea, we opened them about five years ago.” I tell her.

  “But why?” She asks.

  I sigh and reposition her on my lap. Her body falls heavily against me and somehow it helps me breathe easier to feel her. But then again, I don’t know what she might have to say about this, what she might think.

  “Okay so you know how the club has our little side jobs to stay open besides the bar?” I start slowly.

  “Not really.” Her shrug is short, and she blinks in confusion. It is incredibly adorable, and I feel more like I am trying to taint her.

  “Well we do. And the kind of cash that comes in has to have a front for people like the IRS and FBI; so, we use the bar and the shops.” I tell her, hoping it isn’t too much information for her to start thinking the worst and enough that she just believes me.

  I see her trying to absorb everything and kind of failing.

  “Because it’s illegal?” She asks.

  “More or less.” I mutter.

  “Holy shit, Logan.” She swats at my shoulder softly and I laugh. At least she didn’t run out of here screaming.

  “I don’t actually do the stuff, princess; I just manage the money.” I try and reassure her. And that much is true. I have never seen one of the guns in real life, the drugs. It’s not my thing. I joined the club when I was looking for excitement, I thought it would be riding around every weekend on a bike, I already had one. But I met Tank and the other guys, and they became like brothers, I’m an only child after all. So, I stuck around.

  “Guilty by association, dufus. What am I supposed to do if you get carted off to prison?” Her laugh is genuine and concerned at the same time.

  I just shake my head at her, “Visit me. Have phone sex.” I lift her hand and kiss the inside of her wrist, letting my lips linger and feel her heart beat.

  “You’re insane, Logan. Absolutely crazy.” She lays back down on my chest and I inhale the warm vanilla scent of her hair, she is like the best sugary delicacy there is.

  “One of these days, you should call your dad. I know you don’t want to. But he isn’t gonna take the first step, men like that never do.” I say to her, it’s her turn to feel emotionally attacked—though not literally.

  “Yeah, I know. Not anytime this week though. At least.” She giggles and trails off with a sigh.

  I keep talking with her, our little inside jokes coming through. It’s nice. If I could stay on this couch all day I could. I don’t have any plans, but something always comes up.

  “Logan, I’m curious.” She pulls back to look at me, her nose is upturned in a curious way too and I grin at her.

  “You talked about taking care of me and all that stuff—I mean I’m declining your offer but how… how well do you even do for yourself?” She asks, and I can tell it isn’t coming from a malicious place. When my ex asked about money it was to make sure I could up hold her lavish lifestyle, and I tried. My credit suffered for it.

  “Pretty well, princess. I’ve been single for a long time, never split my cash with someone else. You’d be surprised.” I chuckle, and it’s all true. I know how to invest and save.

  “But… I know it’s not my dad level but just how much?” She giggles once.

  I grunt and move her over my legs, so she is straddling me, and I hold her at her thighs.

  “Princess, if you wanted to up and move to Bali for a year, we could. A few years at least, then I’d have to become an actual criminal.” I try to eyeball it, sounds about right.

  She smiles at me and shakes her head, “Bali sounds nice. Private beaches.” She giggles.

  I nod and kiss her softly, just to feel her lips on mine. She pulls away and cradles my face in her hands. Every time she touches me, I feel like I am being taken care of.

  “I don’t care about your money, Logan; I just don’t want to intrude on your life.” She breathes.

  “You are far from intruding on my life, Chantal. You make it better. Every damn day.” I kiss her and it is more intense this time. I deepen it so our tongues can swirl together, and I feel my cock growing, getting hard for her.

  I want her so badly it hurts so good. She reaches out and rubs my cock through my jeans and I feel it in my spine, down to my knees where the desire for her settles. My cock hardens all the way and begs to be inside her again.

  “Fuck, princess, I don’t know what to do with you. Except fuck you until I can’t anymore.” I grab her ass and drag her over my cock, dry humping her as we pant together.

  She parts her lips and lets out a breathy moan when I slip my hands under her shirt to massage her breasts, rolling and pinching her nipples between my fingers.

  “Logan, that feels so good. When you touch me…” one moan cuts her words and I slide my hands down her body, to her bare pussy open for me. I slide two fingers in her and am glad to find how wet she is already, and ready for me.

  “I need to be deep inside you.” I undo my jeans and get my cock out, fisting at the base and sliding over her folds. I’m glad she is on the pill and that I’ve been on the straight and narrow because I don’t think twice before thrusting myself in her. But I know this angle is different for her and so I don’t go all the way.

  “Oh god yes…” she wiggles her hips and moans.

  “Easy, princess,” I guide her with her hips, laying her back and the forward to circle around me. I feel her expand and tighten as I go deeper inside her and then I’m all the way in. It takes all my self control not to get going right away, my neck tightens, and I grip her so hard I know it will leave a mark.

  “Logan—oh my god, that’s so dee
p.” She rolls her hips and I twitch inside her; my cock wants to be ridden and I keep telling it to quiet down for a second so I can enjoy the moment.

  “No princess, you’re so perfectly tight. Damned perfect. You trust me?” I kiss her neck and taste her with my tongue.

  I get hold of her lift her up and down on my cock. After a few she circles her hips and gets the hang of it. I can tell by the way she breathes and trembles that she is close. Her nipples harden and show through her shirt, I lean in and kiss them over it and then kiss her, right when she comes. I follow soon after her as her clenching gets me there faster.

  “I think I am almost to the point where I can’t anymore.” I chuckle when the last of me empties into her.

  “How will you know?” She giggles and kisses the corner of my lips; I turn and kiss her then I lick my lips. I’m still inside her and I already know that I’m not finished yet. Maybe I won’t ever be.

  “Better go one more time and make sure.”

  11

  Logan

  “Just tell me.”

  “I don’t think so, princess.”

  “Logan, I can very well find out if I tried.”

  “Okay. Try.”

  I laugh at Chantal, who frowns at me beyond joking. She isn’t going to use her cute face to convince me. It has been a month or so since we made things official, consummated by fucking for damn near two days straight. And it has been great. I got my fancy dates in like I wanted, but they ended with me fingering her in the booth and it made it not so fancy. But still perfect. We hang out at the club sometimes, other times my place or hers. She has made it all cute and like her and it’s nice to see how she really is in that regard. Her uncle came by for Fourth of July last week and even though I met him, I still feel like she is missing something. I know that it’s her dad, but I don’t really know how to help. Shitty parents aren’t my forte, I don’t have them. Maybe one of the other guys at the club know. But we just got back from a club night and she is lounging with me on the couch.

  “Logan, come on. Why can’t you tell me?” She giggles. I shake my head at her. I wish it were a good story, but it isn’t. Spin is the high school nightmare that lives on.

  “Nope.” I grin.

  She sits across my lap instead, her blue dress riding up her legs. The front is low cut and shows off her breasts, making them seem bigger even though they are already the perfect size. I look at her pouting lip and bright eyes and lose it, especially her blonde locks falling in waves on her shoulders.

  “I can’t tell you this if you don’t tell me.”

  “Tell me what?” I hold her ass in my hands and grin, loving how she feels against me.

  “That I love you…that I’ve fallen in love with you and that is the only thing I don’t know about you.” She half giggles.

  I stare at her stunned, in shock, disbelief I guess. I don’t want to stay silent for too long, but I think I do because her face falls.

  “Princess… I love you too. Damnit, why’d you have to do that?” I laugh once.

  She shrugs her shoulder and smiles; this all feels so natural. Like it was supposed to happen this way.

  “Because. It’s how I am. And it hasn’t been that long, but I know this is right. I may be young, but you have enough old man wisdom for the both of us.”

  We both laugh, but there is still tension in her shoulders.

  “What is it Chantal?” I cup her face, run my thumb along her bottom lip.

  “I don’t know everything about you, it’s not just the nickname. But you know me, more than anyone. And—I know that…”

  She bites her lip and stares off behind me. Her hands clasp down on my shoulders and squeezes, like she needs to remind herself I am here or something. I wait with a stall in each breath I take like she is about to give me the worst news ever.

  “I’m pregnant.”

  12

  Chantal

  I didn’t think life could be this perfect. I thought all that was waiting for me was charity events, faking smiles, and spending money just to prove a point. That’s no life to live. With Logan, my life is exciting and free, it makes sense and I feel good… but I just have horribly bad luck.

  Only a month from having sex for the first time and officially being his girlfriend… I still can’t believe it. I fell in love with him so fast and now this—Jeannine and I used every preparation in the book to make sure. Every precaution. Except the most important one. I know exactly when it happened too, the very next day that first night when I forwent my pill, I had forgotten so easily. Before it wasn’t a big deal.

  But I have only known for a few days and haven’t found the right way to tell him. He has been so perfect with everything, even meeting my uncle, most importantly being there for me. I think he would be good at it, more than me—but I have yet to find out.

  He has a way of distracting me anyway, and after a fun night of pool at the club, we have gone back to his house. I like it here, it’s like being inside his mind. The couches are a navy cloth color, and the entertainment system huge and over the top. His bedroom is nice too, of course, and we spend a lot of time there. But right now, we are on his couch and teasing each other, mostly making out.

  “Logan, I have a question—“ I giggle, breaking the kiss. I move to sit forward on his lap. I take deep breaths to inhale his scent and it calms me. I know I have to tell him now, but I am working up to it.

  “What’s that, princess?” He grins, that sexy half smile he has.

  “Why do they call you Spin?” I ask him that at least once a week. He never tells me. But we show up at the club and they call him that, it’s never Logan. And apparently, they are sworn to secrecy because they won’t tell me either. They take brotherhood very seriously. I have also settled on the idea of what really goes on there, as much as I can. Sometimes we go to the bank together and I have become less shocked at the amount of money they deposit.

  “I’m not telling you.” He laughs and I whine a little under my breath.

  “But why? Don’t you trust me?”

  “Yeah and I value your opinion of me.” He laughs and kisses my cheek. I frown at him and pull away.

  “Just tell me.” I press again.

  “I don’t think so, princess.” I put my hands on his chest and want to smash them against him just so he will give in.

  “Logan, I can very well find out if I tried.” I tell him. I know how to get what I want if I really try, but I don’t want to manipulate him that way. Otherwise, I’d ask him right after he comes and he is still inside of me.

  “Okay. Try.” He dares me.

  He laughs at me and leaves me hanging yet again. It is the only thing I don’t know about him, really. Everything else we have talked about, joked about. And with what I am about to tell him… it would just be nice.

  “Logan, come on. Why can’t you tell me?” I giggle and he only shakes his head firmly. He would easier give me a thousand dollars than tell me this and I don’t know why. But I’ve got two things I am frightened as hell to say; I want him to tell me.

  “Nope.” His grin is self assured, and I want to smack it off.

  Instead I just sit closer on his lap, so my thighs touch his waist and my chest is inches from his face. This dress almost didn’t fit me anymore, he has put some weight on me with all the pizza and burgers, among other things.

  “I can’t tell you this if you don’t tell me.” I try to coax him into it and fail.

  “Tell me what?” His hand splays over my ass and the weight of him pressing me onto him is soothing.

  Enough to make this come flying out. Since the day I met him in that bank, first looked into his eyes, I knew that I was done for.

  “That I love you…that I’ve fallen in love with you and that is the only thing I don’t know about you.” I half laugh only to get the last of my anxiety out. We are halfway there—

  His blank stare lasts a long time before his green eyes go from shock to awe, and confusion, then back again.
I just wait and hope that he doesn’t tell me he will never feel like that, that he isn’t ready to trust someone that much again.

  “Princess… I love you too. Damnit, why’d you have to do that?” He laughs once and I gleam inside.

  I shrug my shoulders and smile because this is so us. This is the only way this could have gone, and it is perfect for us.

  “Because. It’s how I am. And it hasn’t been that long, but I know this is right. I may be young, but you have enough old man wisdom for the both of us.” I tease him. His birthday was actually two weeks ago, and the club had a huge party for him, it was also when I started to suspect—

  The thought comes back to me and I know I have to do this all at once. Just rip the band aid off.

  “What is it, Chantal?” He cups my face and holds me softly, his thumb tracing my bottom lip.

  “I don’t know everything about you, it’s not just the nickname. But you know me, more than anyone. And—I know that…” I pause again. This is harder than I thought. Jeannine told me to just say it, that Logan would be fine and be a stand-up guy but he has to want to, it can’t just be for my benefit.

  I bite my lip and squeeze his shoulders for comfort, and it works for a second. But I still wonder what will happen if this doesn’t go my way. If I don’t get the response I wish for. I didn’t know I needed all these things in my life, that I wanted them. To be in love and—

  “I’m pregnant.” I blurt. Maybe I could have been softer on the delivery.

  Logan freezes on his breath and his brows furrow in confusion. His lips twist up and his entire face turns to shock and question. My hands drop from his shoulders the same time his fall from my hips and onto the couch. He swallows and goes completely silent. I blink rapidly and fight tears, I used to cry easily anyway and now it is uncontrollable. I have been eating more at night with cravings, no morning sickness yet but I suspect it is coming. But I feel sick to my stomach now.