Outlaw MC: The Complete Boxset

by Ethan Egorov

  “Some people are naturals at it. But I could study without losing sleep or skipping meals, I don’t believe in killing yourself for a grade. Close to the end, though, it got a lot harder.” I explain. I drink down the rest of my beer and swallow a burp. His eyes widen at me and I see that smile come through a bit. I feel my cheeks heat but smile too.

  “Well, it’s impressive anyway. You’re smart.”

  “More or less.” I mumble. I was an A, B student in college but still got into med school because of all my extracurriculars, being well rounded is the way in these days. The same thing went for med school and ultimately being matched with good programs too.

  “Don’t downplay it, it’s true.” He shrugs. I grin to myself and lean back in the chair.

  This place is really cozy, it reminds me of the club but with less leather and tattooed people around. There are business casual and older people in here too. I’m surprised Darius likes a place like this, but I’m also surprised hearing about his friend as well. I had no idea he was in the Army. It might explain some of his hardness. Darkness even.

  “Why did you really come see me, Darius?” I ask him softly. The question has plagued my mind since he showed up at my door, but I didn’t know how to ask. It was a complete shock that he asked me to dinner too. Of course, I’m ecstatic about it but that can only go so far to quell my questions.

  He is about to answer before that pesky server comes back. She has been eyeing him all night even when she isn’t at the table. It’s annoying and Darius isn’t even mine to claim. She does it so obviously, confidently too—but I guess I’d be like that if I had perky tits like hers and a toned body. I don’t know if it’s genetics, but it is still irritating she looks that perfect. I exercise every once in a while, but I don’t push the plate away either. I have never had a problem with it. The way her eyes are practically stripping him make my skin itch. What’s more, though, is that Darius doesn’t seem to notice. Or care. He must go through it so much that he is numb to it now.

  “We’re fine, thanks,” Darius answers her without even looking as he leans over the table to look at me. She leaves eventually and his dark eyes bore into mine. He takes a deep breath and swallows; I notice his eyes dipping to my chest and I heat from the inside out. He is looking at me like this and not the brunette Barbie staring a hole in the back of his head. It’s endearing and completely confusing me.

  “I wanted to see you.” His voice is low, deeper than normal. I feel it between my legs as I heat from there, too. I quiver inside as I inhale a breath.

  “Okay… why? Did you think I choked on my own vomit or something?” I half laugh. His lips twitch and he shakes his head.

  “No. Not particularly. Though, I was a bit worried.”

  My shoulders drop, “I don’t usually drink that much.” I admit. I don’t want to look like some crazy party girl, that isn’t me at all.

  “I could tell.” His neck tightens, two veins on either side coming out. His skin is tanned and fleshed like leather; the line of his jaw is firm underneath his thin beard. I imagine running my fingers across it to see if it’s soft, feeling it against my skin as he kisses me. I take a deep breath and shake that away.

  “It was hard that day because I wished my parents could see me. So, cue the heavy drinking.” I tell him. I don’t know why it just comes barreling out of me, the honesty. But he takes it in stride, and I feel relaxed.

  “I understand. And I figured as much so that’s why I was worried about you.”

  “It’s not just because Kit told you to?” I ask in surprise. He narrows his eyes.

  “No. Your brother doesn’t control me. If he did, I wouldn’t be here right now at all.”

  “He said you couldn’t talk to me?” I ask. But I wouldn’t put it past him. He says some guys at the club aren’t like him and to stay away from them. But if he is friends with Darius then he can’t be bad at all. I don’t get it.

  Darius shakes his head, looking off to the side before his gaze focuses back on me. It sends another warm chill down my spine and tingles my toes. I shiver, and it’s not from the cold AC in here. I almost wish he’d drape his jacket over me again so I could feel his warmth and scent around me. Being pressed up against him on that bike didn’t last nearly as long as I needed or wanted it to.

  “Not exactly. More that you…men are different than women. We say things differently. He’s protective of you. That’s all.” He clasps his hands and I look down at them. The vascularity is prominent, and his fine hairs extend over them. I can’t tell what the tattoos are there but they’re thorny, maybe like a vine or flower or something. His right hand has a leather band on it, and I don’t know why that’s so attractive, but it is.

  “He doesn’t need to be. But I know that he is. Why would that matter?” I ask confused.

  He looks at me, pleading with his eyes like I should be getting this without him having to explain it, but I don’t. Maybe I am too closed off to be able to.

  “Because… the kind of stuff I do for the club, you wouldn’t know. You don’t want to know. But he does and—yeah.” He murmurs, trailing off. I blink at him in question, but I already knew he did certain things for them. So other clubs wouldn’t think they’re weak. I don’t know exactly what, but I don’t need to, it wouldn’t change how I feel about him over all these years. I still know the darkness in his eyes isn’t from inside him.

  “I know that.” I tell him.

  He swallows and looks me right in the eye. “He wouldn’t want me to be with you. That’s why I never initiated anything. I… I’ve been thinking about you for a long time, Amy.” He says my name and the way it rolls off his tongue is debilitating. My vision narrows like there are literal hearts in my eyes, but I know I need to focus and not get carried away.

  “Thinking what?”

  “Damnit, woman. Do you have to be so daft?” He growls and leans back. I laugh at his frustration and while I know a little of what he means, I wish he would elaborate.

  His hands comb through his hair and it gets more unruly, falling over his ears. It’s long and silky, my fingers twitch to know if it’s as soft as it looks.

  He sighs, “I want you, Amy. But I don’t think you can handle me.” His voice is back to that hard, rock faced sound.

  But what he says barrels through me and takes my breath away. I’m almost paralyzed by it. First, that he wants me. Second, that I can’t handle it. But what is it that I can’t handle?

  “What makes you think I don’t want you too?” I ask, my voice going small but firm. His eyes widen even more than before, and his mouth slackens.

  “You just want the thrill. It’s curiosity.” He utters.

  I shake my head, “No. It’s not. That would have gone away a long time ago, but it hasn’t. When I think about you, I don’t think about your MC, tattooed biker persona. Because I know that it’s fake, all of them are. I wish I knew you, but I never…” I trail off, more or less implying I didn’t know how. He gets it and nods once, the disbelief gone from his face.

  “You know why I couldn’t do anything.” He says after a while. It felt like it was just us in here until he said that, all the loud noises around us amplify as my ears drone. I shake my head slowly and he leans in close. I smell the leather and pine scent on him, sweet hints of his beer. He licks his lips, his bottom is plusher and the top thin, both lightly pink and incredibly kissable.

  “Why now then?” I ask him, knowing that it’s because of Kit. He has respect for him, clearly, and I wouldn’t want to mess that up. But my brother shouldn’t be dictating my life anyway.

  “Because I’m done pretending. No use.”

  I swallow, “But you said you don’t do the dating thing. I’m not sure I can just be a… conquest for you.” I exhale. I’m glad that I am able to get this far with him, this early on. Something about him brings out this honest air to me. I don’t feel like I have to hold back or pretend either.

  “You’re not, Amy. And it’s not that I don�
�t do it, I just never bothered to. And if I fuck up, your brother is perfectly capable of running me off the road.” He says seriously but I laugh. I don’t know why people take Kit so seriously. He isn’t violent in nature, but he does care about me a lot, and I would probably do the same to someone else if they hurt him.

  I don’t feel like Darius is capable of hurting me, though, at least not on purpose.

  “Fair enough. So, we don’t tell him then. At least not for a while, until—” I almost say until we are serious enough, but I don’t want to force him into being serious with me. It isn’t about that. While I don’t just want to have fun with Darius, it may be all he’s capable of. Maybe not fun per say, but something that isn’t deep.

  “Yeah.”

  I swallow and reach for my beer but it’s empty. I need water instead. I flag the server down and she frowns, probably at it not being Darius doing it. We get our water and soon I excuse myself to use the bathroom. I fix my reflection after and then meet him back at the table. He’s right where I left him looking stoic as ever. And huge. Sometimes I forget how big he is. He could wrap me up under him and no one would ever find me.

  “You ready to go?” I come back and ask him. He jumps a little at my surprise appearance like in the house. Maybe he is just easily spooked which seems silly for a man like him.

  “Yeah.” He stands, towering over me. I grab my purse intending to pay my half, but he’s already slapped a fifty and twenty on the table, and I know it didn’t cost nearly that much. But as someone that used to waitress, I appreciate it.

  We walk back outside, and it isn’t as bright, but I still put my glasses on to protect from the wind. I had only been on a bike with Kit before, but I didn’t trust him because it was so soon after he joined the club. But Darius knows his way all around this thing.

  I climb on and wrap myself to him the same way as last time. His body is so hard and solid yet it’s comfortable as I lay on him. My breasts mash on his back and the feeling makes me feel all feminine up against him, that and my tingling nipples from the desire coursing through me. I don’t think I have ever wanted someone like this, so outright and undeniable. My thighs are pulsing on the way home, every turn brings me closer to him and my sex presses against the curve of his ass, rubbing on my clit. I grind my hips to feel it closer, but I’ll be damned if I let myself have an orgasm on his bike. I’d be too far gone.

  But we reach my house too soon, and I climb off to feel the relief.

  We lock eyes after he gets off before we start walking to my front door. I almost don’t want to leave him; I had such a good time my body is buzzing. It seems he doesn’t either as he takes purposeful steps to the door.

  I fumble with my keys and ask the question that’s been burning in me as well.

  “Darius, what did you mean by I can’t handle you?” I look up at him, posted on my doorway.

  Hs gaze falls until it rises back to me. A breath leaves him and his shoulders fall. He stuffs his hands in his pockets and walks closer to me. So close I press up against the wall, but he keeps coming until his body brushes mine. My heart patters and flies up to my throat, keeping my breaths from filling me up. His eyes darken more, and he swallows, his eyes roving over my body. I feel everything down to my fingers set on fire.

  “Because I have certain tastes.”

  “What?” I whisper.

  He shakes his head halfway and swallows again, his throat bobbing. I don’t know why I imagine licking it up to his lips. He makes me crazy.

  “I want to hold you down and tie you to the bed. Kiss and lick every inch of your body until you’re begging for me. Screaming for me.” He lifts his brow, as if to ask if I can handle that. To be honest, I don’t know. I’m in shock, but thinking of him that way… my body melts and I keep from jumping on him right there. He lets the pause last long before he leans in and brushes his lips across my cheek. It’s not a kiss, it’s more him making a mark on my skin then he pulls back to look in my eyes.

  “Goodnight, Amy.” He walks off and leaves me trembling, barely able to get in my own house.

  Once I do, I collapse against the door wondering what the hell just happened.

  7

  Darius

  I can’t get Amy’s scent out of my head all night. Not that I want to. But it would be a hell of a lot easier to focus if it weren’t. I’m mostly still shocked that she even feels the same way about me because there was a possibility that all our stolen looks were just in my head. They aren’t. And I haven’t decided if that’s good or bad yet. If I ever tell Kit about us, it would be because we’re serious and not messing around. But I don’t know if I can get that far yet. I don’t let anyone close for a reason and me pushing her away might just make her leave too soon.

  But I stop thinking of all the possibilities and focus on what is actually happening. I got her number over dinner and I think about calling her the rest of the night. To quell that urge, I go to the gym again but that only works for about an hour. I go back home and linger on the couch watching a rerun of some fantasy show, I don’t even know what’s happening. It’s barely late, but I know it’s late enough that calling Amy would be to do nothing that’s respectable. While I have been that kind of guy before, I don’t want to be that kind of guy with her. Amy seeps with innocence, there is no way I can be with her without holding back. But I still want to push her just to see how far she will let me go.

  It takes some work, but I manage not to call her before I go to sleep. That only leaves me waking up thinking about her again. I frown at my bare ceiling. A few days ago, it wasn’t like this at all. I guess seeing her in that dress was enough to get me going, worse than I was before. I used to be able to only think about her at night or when I was alone, now it’s all the fucking time. Taking her to dinner didn’t help matters much but that wasn’t even a real date. I roll out of bed, go through my morning routine, and around eight, I call to see if she is awake.

  “Hello?” She answers on the fifth ring, with a groggy and tired voice. But it’s still soft and milky. It makes me shiver and not because I’m shirtless in the middle of my kitchen.

  “You sound asleep.” I responded. There is some shuffling on her end of the line.

  “Because I was. It’s only eight in the morning you know.”

  “That’s not early,” I make a face. Maybe my idea of early is different from hers, but I thought she’d be used to it.

  “It is. Especially when you’ve woken up at five am for the past four years.” She laughs once and I half grin to myself. I like hearing her laugh, even when she is half asleep doing it.

  “Noted. I can call you back later.” I swallow, like I don’t really want to hang up. I know I just saw her, but I feel like it’s been a long time. This is already affecting me too soon.

  “No, it’s fine. I need to wake up anyway. What are you doing?” She asks me. I hear more noises like she is moving around and then it goes silent.

  “I’m uh, drinking coffee.” I answer. I didn’t figure I was supposed to lie so it sounded better or something, but I didn’t. I stare down at my black coffee and take another sip.

  “Let me guess, it’s black with no sugar like your heart.” She giggles and it makes me laugh once, a real one that I don’t have to fake for appearances. My eyes crinkle with a smile as I stare into the black expanse of my cup.

  “I’m not that bad…” I mutter. But don’t deny that she was right about the coffee.

  “I guess I wouldn’t know.” She trails off. I agree that we don’t know each other very well. Perhaps we will one day, but even I don’t know that for sure. All I can do is hope for the best.

  “Guess not.” I clear my throat. “Is this what you usually do in the morning? Tease people for no reason.” I drink more coffee and wince at the bitterness, but I’m used to the taste now.

  “No, I laze around until I make breakfast.”

  “Which is?”

  “It would be eggs, oatmeal or something but I haven’t gon
e grocery shopping. So, water I guess.” She laughs once, “Kit used to do the shopping since I didn’t have time.” She explains. He recently moved out to live with Emily so that makes sense.

  “You should eat real food, Amy.” I tell her.

  “Thanks for telling me what to do.” She says sarcastically, as if she doesn’t like it at all. I occupy my thoughts with another swig of coffee.

  “It’s a habit.” I mutter.

  “How so?” She asks.

  I swallow and lean against the back of the chair, running a hand through my hair. I wish I could have this conversation in person so I could see her facial reactions.

  “I’m a man who likes control, Amy.”

  “Over what I eat?” She retorts.

  “Amongst other things, yeah.” I sigh. That’s why I was so surprised last night when she went with what I ordered without me saying anything. It could come naturally to her. Conforming, submitting.

  “Okay…” she trails off. I wait less than patiently for her actual response but that’s all I get. For a second, I think that I might’ve scared her away but hope that I didn’t. For the sake of my sanity.

  “Is that what you meant last night?” She asks me.

  My neck tightens as I take a breath. I stare at my steel appliances like they can answer this question for me but that isn’t likely at all. I lick my lips, they’ve gone dry from my worrying, and then I figure a way to answer her.

  “Yeah, that’s what I meant. Does that scare you?” I ask. I have to know now, before I even try to go further with her. Changing me isn’t an option, it doesn’t really work that way. That’s why I need someone who won’t run off after the first time, like they always do. But I’ve never wanted a first time more than with Amy.