Outlaw MC: The Complete Boxset

by Ethan Egorov

  “Don’t get any ideas, Emily.” He holds up his hand and stays behind the counter when shoes come through the entry way. I tense up and wonder if I should run away or something, but Kit seems perfectly relaxed, so I think it can’t be that bad until a woman comes around the corner.

  “Holy Shit.” Her eyes are wide, whoever she is. She’s tall, blonde and very pretty, but I just prepare myself to make a run for it.

  “I don’t know if you’re screaming about me being naked or coming in after your curfew.” Kit jokes, and then I wonder if that’s his daughter or something, but he is way too young, and she’s too old.

  “Fuck off.” She drops her purse at the mail counter and then I notice she is wearing scrubs. Maybe he has a nurse? Honestly, I am just throwing out the weirdest options and hoping that they stick.

  “Okay. Emily, Amy my asshole sister. Amy, this is Emily. I’m going to find something to wear.” He winks at me and then walks off; I make a noticeable attempt not to look at his ass.

  “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know he had a sister. Or that he didn’t live here alone.” I confess. I swallow and feel really awkward, half naked in her kitchen. Their kitchen. Whatever.

  “That’s okay. I’m just surprised he had someone here.” She giggles and grabs a soda from the fridge.

  “And not that he was naked?”

  “Ugh, I wish. Kit is very free minded. And you are very pretty, I’m shocked at that.” She raises her brows and looks a lot like him in that moment.

  “Thanks. I think.” I cross my legs and hope Kit comes back fast, luckily; he does in a pair of gray sweats. Not much better honestly.

  “Intermission is up. You want some lasagna, Amy?” Kit rubs her head and she punches his arm. I smile at their interaction and have one of those moments where I wish I wasn’t an only child.

  “Oh no. I already ate.”

  “I hope you weren’t on a date or something.” He takes the plate from the microwave, grabs two forks and then sits next to me.

  “What’s so bad about her being on a date?” I giggle.

  “Thank you.” Amy waves to me.

  “Lots of things. Eat up, we have plans.” He grabs my thigh and I’m inclined to be embarrassed at him doing that while we have company, but he doesn’t seem to care, neither does Amy.

  “I’m off to bed. Nice to meet you, Emily.” She smiles at me and then leaves. I’m ready to tongue lash Kit for not telling me she might show up but his smirk leaves my train of thought off the rails.

  “This is good.” I say.

  “Thanks. I didn’t make it.” He laughs.

  I smile at him and shake my head, eating more until I’m close to stuffed so I don’t seem like a pig. But I feel like I don’t have to be inhibited around him, I feel comfortable. Among other things.

  “So, what are these plans you have in mind?”

  5

  Kit

  The last thing I expected was for Amy to walk in. Maybe that sounds dumb but honestly, she usually just comes through the back door if she is out late. Or maybe her annoying big sister gene said that today would be a good day to irritate me, knowing I had a girl over. I’m prepared to hear it from her later, but right now, I just need to put some pants on and get back to Emily.

  She blew my fucking mind. That’s the only way to describe it. She doesn’t just have a rocking body and killer smile, there was something else about being inside her that is driving my mind wild. I shrug on some sweats from the laundry room and go back to the kitchen, I was nervous about the two of them being in the same room, but it seemed to be fine. Amy gives me her look on the way out and I know she will be playing twenty questions with me later. At least her lasagna is good, and Emily seems to be enjoying it. Among other things.

  “I was thinking, you know instead of driving back in the dark and what not, you could just spend the night and then I’ll take you back to your place in the morning. I can get started on your car on Monday. Is that all you have to drive?” I ask her. I realize that was one rambling long sentence and her eyes widen and narrow at me as I go on.

  Her tongue darts out to lick the last bit of sauce from her lip and I’m focused on that for a good second before I can concentrate.

  “No, I have a different car. And what if you’re a serial killer that will kill me in my sleep?” Her tone goes accusatory and I laugh.

  “If I were a serial killer, I probably would have killed you by now, and not fed you a gourmet lasagna.” I grin and lean in closer to her. She purses her lips and then they curl into a slow smile.

  “Fair enough. I guess that is better than making you drive me all the way back to my place.” She holds eye contact with me as she drinks from her water bottle. I’m starting to think that she is doing all this on purpose.

  “Yeah, I’m a smart guy you know.” I chuckle and stand up, grabbing the empty lasagna dish. I soak it in the sink and lean back on the counter, wiping my hands off with the rag. I look over at her, perched at my kitchen counter. I’m really not sure what is going on, why I brought her here in the first place and then decided to ask her to stay. I just know that I like her company, and that I’m glad she slipped into my garage last minute when I was there and not someone else.

  “You’re really gorgeous, Emily.” I smile at her, and she looks at me like she doesn’t believe me. Her cheeks flood with this blushed pink color that makes my cock twitch on the spot, then she bites on her bottom lip to further that effect.

  “Thanks.” She crosses her arms and sits back in the chair. It makes the shirt tighten around the swells of her breasts, the peaks of her nipples coming through. I groan under my breath, thinking this woman will be the death of me. Her pouty lips and big blue eyes, the way her hair looks like honey and caramel at the same time and her tanned skin is smooth all the way through. She isn’t too thin either, has the perfect amount of meat on her bones, those damn hips…at some point I’m sure my cock visibly makes another entrance, when her eyes widen and start staring at my crotch.

  “It’s time for dessert.” I say, another corny line that has her giggling.

  I cross the space to her and spin her in the chair, grabbing her thighs to spread around my hips.

  “Kit,” she can barely get my name out before I kiss her. I squeeze her flesh and swipe my tongue into her mouth, making her moan in approval. I grind my cock against her hot pussy through my sweats and immediately want them out of the way.

  “You drive me crazy, Emily.” I break the kiss and trail kisses down her jaw, finding this place under her right ear that makes her like putty in my hands.

  “The feeling is mutual.” She slides her fingers into my hair and tugs, her nails scraping across my scalp, I feel it down my spine, the pain and pleasure coming together.

  I lift her up and carry her over to the couch, not caring what Amy will have to say about it. But she’ll never find out anyway. I drop her on the center of the black cushioned couch and go in search of condoms, I find them in the drawer of the entertainment unit and don’t remember why I put them there, but I’m glad for it now. When I go back to her, I see she has taken off the shirt already, her full tits and wet pussy on display for me.

  “What if your sister walks in?” She says in a sudden panic.

  “She knows the way back out.” I respond, and her laugh fills the room before I come over to her and silence it with a kiss. I take off my sweats and settle between her legs, my hands roaming down her body like I could memorize how each inch of it feels in my hands.

  “You’re so fucking perfect, babe.” I murmur into her skin as I kiss down her chest. I take my time going over the mounds of her tits, leaving little marks of my lips sucking on her skin.

  “Oh fuck, Kit.” She grips my shoulders when I swirl my tongue around her nipple, my hand toying with the other. Her sweet pink nipples feel perfect in my mouth, hardening even more. I alternate and then kiss down her body, her belly button where I dip my tongue. I look up at her, she stares down at me with a heated g
aze, her blue eyes, twinkling orbs of pleasure. I keep looking at her as I find the hard nub of her clit, throbbing against my tongue. I kiss her there with an open mouth, licking my tongue from the hood to the top where all her sensitivity is. She trembles so much, like she is already in a mini free fall of orgasms. I hold her there, no matter how much she aches. Her pleasure gives me life, makes me want to have her even more. I squeeze her thigh and shush into her skin, so she won’t scream so much. I’m not that much of an asshole to my sister. Luckily, she gets the idea and muffles her moans, biting down on her lip.

  “Oh god. I’m coming. Don’t stop Kit.” Emily practically begs me, her voice going high pitched as she pants even more. Her thighs clamp around my face and I’m buried in her scent as she comes, a delicious frenzy of her tremors and sweet little moans.

  My lips leave her with a pop, and I lean up from her body, making a show of wiping at my lips and sucking her off my fingers. Her eyes go down to my cock and then she takes it in her hand, gripping me and sliding her hand up to my piercing. I knew that thing was a good idea, she loves looking at it and damn I wish she could taste it too. Our eyes are glued to each other as I dip my hand between her legs, slide my fingers through her hot flesh. I press two fingers inside her, curling upward, and then another one until she is stretched full and moans from it.

  “Oh my god, Kit,” she bites her lip and then they drop open as she gasps. She grips at my cock harder, swirling it around and flicking her thumb over my piercing. It sits right through the brim of my cock, where it’s most sensitive, and every time she does that, my knees buckle, and I threaten to fall over right there.

  “Fucking hell, Emily,” my fingers pump her faster when she rolls my piercing under her thumb and uses her other hand to stroke my cock. She grows wetter around my fingers, her juices dripping down. My palm rubs her clit and gets her to another orgasm, and only then do I finally roll the condom on and get ready to fuck her.

  I hitch her thighs over my shoulders and open her up to me, the smell of our sex hitting the air.

  “You gotta be quiet babe, my sister threatened to throw me out way too many times.” I joke with her, she giggles and nods once, but she’s so keyed up that she looks dazed.

  I position myself at her entrance, sliding my cock through her folds before dipping it inside her.

  “Oh god, Kit… you feel so fucking good.” She clutches the muscles of my ass as I drive deeper inside her.

  “You do too, babe. Fucking perfect.” I fall into a fast rhythm. One that doesn’t let our skin meeting make too much noise but still hard enough that her tits bounce in front of me.

  It’s hard to believe that I just met this girl and yet we are already so in tune with each other. Her body is like a siren to mine, her pussy around my cock is like a willing prison I don’t ever want to get out of. She takes my fucking breath away every time I bury myself in her. My cock threatens to come too soon, so I reach my hand down to rub her clit. She tightens up even more and I know she will be close soon. My other hand grabs at her tit and then I lean down to kiss her.

  Her lips are so soft and sweet, I keep it slow at first to feel them on mine. I don’t kiss the same way I fuck, probably because I try not to kiss the other women that much. But with Emily, I could kiss her and still be happy. My tongue laps over hers, tasting her and letting her taste herself on me. She moans against me, her legs falling limp over my shoulders as she comes. It’s harder to even thrust inside her, but my balls seize up soon after anyway, and then I’m coming so hard I see stars. I break the kiss as our lips hover over one another, breathing the same air as we come down.

  She wraps herself around me when I let her legs down and slip out of her. I kiss her again, just for good measure. Her fingers slide into my hair, murmuring how amazing it was against my lips. I say the same thing and hold her close to me, our bodies a tangled mess of sweat and sex stuck together. At some point, I think we both get tired of laying there, or uncomfortable, and figure we should move. I pull back to grin at her, she smiles back, and it lights up her eyes again. She really is gorgeous; it isn’t a line when I tell her that. But for some reason, she doesn’t believe me, and I don’t know why. I want to make her, though.

  “Time for bed.”

  I have never shared my bed with anyone. I thought it would be annoying, honestly, but having Emily there is completely different. She wanted to shower first, and I knew she was tired, so I didn’t join her as much as I wanted to. But I showered after her and then we got into bed together. Once my head hit the sheets, I realized I was more tired than I thought, but I felt like I should savor my time with her or something.

  “Is Kit short for something?” She asks me.

  I look over at her, the way her wet hair spills over the pillow case makes me smile. She was wearing makeup, but I guess I didn’t notice, it looked natural, but now her blush comes through naturally and I like it better this way. She has freckles under her eyes that I didn’t notice before either.

  “I’m not telling you.” I chuckle.

  She moves and lays her head on her arms, laying on her stomach and facing me.

  “Why?” She giggles.

  I shake my head and laugh at her. It’s not like I don’t like my name, but I have had quite the share of bullying over it and I just stopped telling people. Kit has been my name since junior year of high school.

  “Because I don’t want to.”

  “But you know my name.” She pouts.

  “Your name is normal.” I laugh.

  “So, it is short for something?” She nudges my thigh and I shake my head, realizing that I gave too much away.

  “Go to bed, Emily. I thought I wore you out.” I rub her shoulder and laugh. She shrugs me off and giggles. We’re both naked but I’m completely spent and can control myself.

  “If you tell me your real name, then I will.”

  I just shake my head at her and pretend to close my eyes.

  “Come on, Kit. How bad can it be? I could just look at your wallet and find out.”

  “Tough luck, I legally changed my name.” I lie, but I’m glad that she believes me.

  “So, our one-night stand means nothing?” She purses her lips and makes a very convincing pout with her face.

  “Who said it was just one night?” I lick my lips and grin at her. She pauses her breathing in shock before her chest rises and falls again.

  I run my calf up her leg and lean in to her, my lips dusting above her cheek.

  “Go to sleep.” I kiss her cheek and then pull back. After a moment, she gives up, rolling over to give me her back. I pull her close and swing my arm over her waist.

  I have never cuddled either but with her, it’s pretty enjoyable. Her body is so soft, her ass nestled against my cock, something warm for it to wake up to.

  She falls asleep before me, her breathing falling more even and slower. I don’t know why it takes me a little longer, but once I do sleep, I dream for the first time in a long time.

  6

  Emily

  I wake up to Kit’s cock pressed against my hip. It’s not that I don’t like it, I just literally forgot where I was for a second and got incredibly confused. Then I remembered everything that happened last night, how amazing it was… and I don’t want to get out of this bed at all. This is the best Saturday morning ever, hands down. It’s too bad I have to use the bathroom, though. I carefully roll myself out from under his arm draped over me and head to his bathroom. His light snoring disappears once I close the door. I find out I’m a little sore from last night too, but I freshen up and rinse with mouth wash since I can’t find a toothbrush.

  When I go back in the bedroom, Kit has rolled onto his back and the sheet moved down, putting his cock on display as it lays against his thigh. I smile at how perfect it is, and that piercing. I never thought I would see one in real life; they were a thing of mythology for rock stars or some shit. I guess biker dudes can have them too. But he honestly doesn’t even seem like that. The
blond hair and beach dude look he has doesn’t match him being in the club, neither does his personality. But I guess I wouldn’t know enough about it either way, to be able to tell. I just know that he’s interesting to me, and I’m really glad he wants this to be more than a one-night thing, because I like him too.

  It just worries me that he admitted to not doing this all that often. I don’t want to feel like some special girl he picked up at his garage because I don’t necessarily want to change him and then end up in heartbreak if he finds out one girl isn’t enough for him. There’s nothing wrong with that, I just want to know up front. But looking at how perfect he looks right now, all that leaves my mind and I decide not to worry myself about it. And just live in the moment.

  I climb back into bed, grabbing my phone on the way. It’s not like I have friends that check up on me, plus it is the weekend so nothing from work is there either. I almost want to text one friend I had in college that I only talk to every other month just to make her jealous. She’s the kind of girl I imagined Kit would go for, but Stacy and I were just roommates who became friends. I don’t text her, though, I just lay down with Kit and rest my head on his muscled arm, outstretched on the bed. He smells amazing, even without his cologne. A pine and woodsy scent that reminds me of traipsing through the woods as a kid. I need to figure out how to initiate outdoor sex at some point, for some reason I imagine doing it with him. His light snoring starts to break up and his face shifts in his sleep like he is waking up. His cock starts stirring to that effect. I watch as it darkens and grows against his thigh, a thick vein starting to pulse through. I clench between my legs at just looking at him. He makes me out to be this sex crazed thing that has no sense, only wants to have his cock inside me.