Wayward Valentine: Book 1.5

by K. Renee

  The Wayward Saints, MC

  Book 1.5

  K. Renee

  Contents

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  About the Author

  Acknowledgements

  Copyright

  Wayward Valentine Copyright

  © 2015 K. Renee

  Published by K. Renee

  1st Edition

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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  Published: K. Renee - February 12, 2015

  k.renee.author@gmail.com

  Cover Design: KLa Boutique

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  Editor: Ashley Blevins @ TCB Editing

  ISBN-13: 978-1506015415

  ISBN-10: 1506015417

  Dedication

  To the fans.

  Thank you for being a big part of why I do what I do.

  Chapter One

  I still can't believe how lucky I am. Fuck. Seven years ago, if you would have told me that I would have the girl of my dreams laying in my bed every night, I would have laughed and told you that I didn't need a bitch in my life to make me happy. At that time, all I needed was the club, my family, and willing pussy. That was it. But right now, looking at my girl sleeping like a fucking angel, and knowing my boys are asleep down the hall makes this life so much fucking better. They erase all the bad shit and make it good. I don’t know what I would do without them now.

  The day Anslie came walking into my life was the best (and worst) day all rolled into one.

  I know I’ve made plenty of mistakes with her, but I’m glad we’re finally where we are. She’s mine, and I wouldn't change a fucking thing about our lives.

  Well, maybe I would, but right now it's good. Remington and Severye were the best gifts anyone has ever given me, and I'm proud to be their dad. Sure, I missed out on them for the first two and a half years of their lives, but I plan on never missing another day.

  Last month, my girl made me the happiest motherfucker in the world. She gave birth to a seven pound, eight-ounce baby boy. I know, I know. I still want a little girl, but Braxton Michael will do just fine for now.

  Wink, wink.

  Anslie would be pissed if she knew I wasn't done yet, but I still want a little girl.

  The twins were super excited to be big brothers, and they are great already. They always want to help Anslie and me.

  I've been up for the last hour, just watching my girl sleep. There's some bad shit getting ready to go down, so I'm spending as much time with Doll and the boys as I can before duty calls. This is the part that I hate about this life. If I’m not careful, everything can be over for me in the blink of an eye. Anslie could be left alone to raise three little boys. I never want that for her. She deserves the world.

  I hear Braxton start to cry, so I kiss Ans on the head, and make my way down the hall. Walking into his room, I see his little body wiggling and kicking. He’s a fussy little shit sometimes.

  I go over, and pick him up from his crib.

  "Hey little man. What's wrong? Your diaper wet? Or are you hungry?" I say into the quiet room.

  He quiets down a little while I'm holding him. I change his diaper, and put his jammie bottoms back on. Yeah, Anslie made me learn, but it's all good. I would do anything for that girl.

  Sitting in the rocking chair next to Brax's crib, I rock him back to sleep. I sit there for almost an hour before I put him back in his crib. Anslie says he looks just like the twins did when they were born. Damn, I wish I would have gotten to see them at this age. Brax is the cutest fucking thing I've ever seen, and I'm not just saying that because he's mine.

  Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, and I've been workin' on something to spoil the shit out of my girl. She definitely deserves it for having to put up with my ass and the boys’. I’ve got to say that Anslie and pregnancy agree with each other.

  Anslie spent months not being able to get enough of my dick. Shit, she still stares at me like she wants to ride me every night. Trust me; I’m game for that, too.

  I head back to bed, and cuddle up with my girl. I hate that the doc says we can't fuck for six weeks. My dick is craving her tight little pussy, but I’m trying to be good. She cuddles into my body, and wraps her arms around me.

  "Is he hungry?" she whispers against my chest. I kiss her head.

  "Naw, doll. He just needed to be changed. Go back to sleep, baby."

  She nestles herself back into my body, and I feel like I’m home. I don’t know how I went without her for so long.

  I take a deep breath of her scent, and close my eyes.

  At five-thirty in the morning, my phone starts to ring. Luckily, I turned the volume down before I went to bed last night. I feel Anslie start to stir, so I silence it, and hit answer.

  "Hold up a sec," I whisper into the phone before prying Anslie's body off mine.

  Getting out of bed, I grab my phone, and make my way out into the living room.

  "Yeah?" I say, before going to make coffee.

  "Hey son," he starts.

  "What's up old man?" I ask.

  I wonder why he's calling so fucking early.

  "Your mom and I want to watch the boys for you today. That way you and Anslie can spend some time together for Valentine's Day." I start to laugh.

  "You really called to say you guys want to watch the boys today?"

  This sounds fishy, but I'll bite. I'm looking forward to trying to get my girl naked and sucking my cock tonight.

  "Yeah, your mom wants them to come over today. Fuck Brant, you know I have no idea what that woman is up to half the fucking time. She said you would know, so stop busting my balls. I’m just calling because she asked me to. Bring the boys over by nine, and we'll keep them till tomorrow." I chuckle.

  "Fine, tell mom that they are all hers. I know what she’s hinting at.” He laughs, and yells something at my mom.

  I hear her squeals of excitement, and I have to hold the phone away from my ear. Why are bitches always so fucking loud? Hell, Mom and Anslie included.

  I hear her get on the phone. "Baby, thank you! I can't wait to spend the day with the boys."

  I have never heard anyone, ever, get this excited to spend time with a baby and twin five year olds. We spend another ten minutes talking about the boys, Anslie, and my plans. She wishes me luck, and I just laugh. I don't need luck.

  Once I hang the phone up, I hear the boys in one of the rooms, giggling. I grab a cup of coffee, and make my way to their rooms. I check on Brax, and see that he's still knocked out. I walk to Remy's room, and
see that it's empty. Checking Sev's room next, I see both of the boys sitting in his bed, looking at a book. Leaning against the door, I watch them for a few minutes before they notice me.

  "Daddy!" They both giggle.

  I make my way to the bed, and check out what they are looking at. They may get their looks from me, but they definitely get their smarts from their momma. They are taking turns, trying to read the book to each other. It sounds like they are making up words, but at least they are trying. Making them both scoot over, I sit on the bed, and they cuddle into my lap.

  "What are we reading, boys?" I ask them.

  They both point to the book, and ask me to read it to them. I love spending time like this with them. It seems like just yesterday they were turning three.

  Once the book is done, I ask them if they want to help me get Mommy's first surprise ready. They both nod their heads vigorously. We get out of the bed, and walk to the kitchen to work on part one of my Valentine's Day surprise for my girl.

  Chapter Two

  I wake up to the smell of food being made. Instantly, my stomach decides it's ready to eat. I get out of bed, do my business, and go to check on Brax. Walking down the hall, I hear the boys giggling in the kitchen with Brantley. Opening Braxton's door, I see him looking up at his mobile. I walk over to his crib, and pick him up. It's crazy to see how much he looks like the twins did at this age. He will definitely be a looker, just like the twins and Brantley. Lord, help me.

  I pick out some clothes for him to wear, and then I change his diaper. Once I'm done getting Brax ready, I make my way to where I hear the boys. When I walk into the room, I see the boys mixing, what I'm assuming is, pancake batter. They have it all over their jammies and their faces.

  I can't help but laugh at them. They are so stinkin’ cute.

  The boys are shaking their butts to something that's playing on the radio in the kitchen. When they hear me, I laugh even harder. They all turn around with surprised expressions. I guess I'm not supposed to see what's going on in here. Brantley winks at me, and I can't help but swoon at how hot he looks with his naked chest facing me. His pajama pants are hanging low on his hips, and I want nothing more than to lick his delicious body all over. Holy shit. I swear he continues to get sexier every day, while I feel fat as hell.

  "Doll, go into the living room. We will be done soon. Put your feet up and relax."

  He walks over to me, gives me a kiss, grabs my ass and squeezes. He whispers in my ear that he loves me, but to get out of the kitchen. I give him the one finger salute, and make my way to the couch with Braxton. Turning the TV on low, I watch the news while getting ready to feed Brax.

  I don't even really pay attention to the TV; I just hum to Brax, and wait for him to finish eating. Once he's done, I burp him, and rock him awhile. His eyes close instantly, and I can't help but smile at this handsome little boy.

  Ten minutes later, the boys come into the living room, carrying plates. They both set them on the coffee table, and come to sit on the couch with me.

  "Momma," Sev whispers. "We broughted you beakfist."

  I love these boys so much. Remy grabs a cup from Brant, and brings it to me.

  "Here momma, I bringed you juicy."

  I smile, and reach for the cup. He hands it over, and it almost spills. Luckily, Brant saves the cup from falling, and sets it on the table as well.

  Brant hands me a plate full of food, and gently takes Brax from my arms. Watching him place Brax in the swing makes my heart flutter. He's so good with the boys. It makes me regret keeping the boys from him for almost three years. I wish I had made better decisions when it comes to them. Our gazes meet, and he shakes his head. He knows me too well. He can always tell what I’m thinking.

  This time, I'm gonna do things right. After Brant got shot last year, we made a pact to never lie about anything. He tells me what I need to know when it comes to club business, and I always keep him in the loop on the home front. As hard as it is to hear some of the stuff that he does for the club, I'm glad he doesn't keep me in the dark anymore. Sure, I still worry about him, but I know he's doing it to protect our family and the club.

  I look over at Brant, and he has a huge smile on his face. He's up to something; I just don't know what it is.

  The boys are happily chatting about anything and everything they can think of.

  "Daddy, when we give momma presents?" Sev asks, with great enthusiasm.

  I can't help but smile at my boys. They are always taking care of me.

  "Once we're done eating," Brant says with a sly grin.

  Remy and Sev both say they’re done, and take their plastic cartoon plates to the kitchen.

  Brant leans over to me, and kisses me on the lips. He tastes like syrup and butter, and I want nothing more than to devour his mouth with mine.

  "Soon, doll," he whispers against my lips.

  Looking into his eyes, I know I'm definitely gonna get what I want today. Brantley. It’s been way too long.

  The boys come running back into the room with presents. When they reach us, they both say "Eww!"

  One day, the roles are going to be reversed, and I will want to beat some little hussy's ass for going near them.

  "Here, Mommy!" Remy says, shoving the gift at me.

  I take it from him, and he gets the same cute smile on his face that Brantley gets when he's up to something.

  I unwrap the present, and open the box.

  I gasp at what's inside.

  Looking up at Brantley, he has a smug smile on his face. He takes it out of the box, and wraps it around my wrist.

  Once it's fastened, I look at all the charms hanging from my wrist. Remington, Severye, and Braxton each have their own charm with their names and birthdays stamped into them. There is a charm of a doll, a skull, and a heart in between each of the boys' names. This is probably the most precious thing someone has ever given me. Well, besides Brantley giving me the boys, of course.

  I can't help the tears that well up in my eyes. "Do you wike it Mommy?" Remy asks.

  All I can do is nod my head. "Yeah, baby, I love it." I whisper.

  "My turn, my turn!" Sev states, as he brings me his bag.

  I take it from him, and open it. He has a big smile on his cute little face. I take the box out of the bag, and lift the lid off. Inside the little box is a beautiful diamond necklace. It's not huge, but it's perfect. It looks like a half-carat princess-cut diamond. My favorite cut. How did he know?

  "Put it on, Momma.," Sev says.

  I turn to Brantley, and he motions for me to turn around. I hand him the necklace, and lift my hair up. Once he has the necklace around my neck, he kisses behind my ear and whispers, "I have way more for you, doll." I shiver, and he chuckles.

  "It's purdy, momma," Remy says.

  "Thank you boys so much. I love them!" I say. They both run to give me a hug. "Daddy let us pick 'em out." Sev smiles.

  My heart melts. These boys are my life, and I don't know what I would do without them.

  "So that's where you sneaky boys went the other day.” They both giggle, and nod their heads.

  Brant gets up, picks up the boxes, and takes them into the kitchen to throw them away.

  "Okay boys. You have a date with Grandma and Grandpa. So, let's go get ready, and pack some stuff." They both squeal and run down the hall to their rooms.

  Brax starts to cry, so I pick him up, and rock him until the boys are ready.

  Chapter Three

  Once the boys are dressed and ready, I make sure to grab some clothes and diapers for Brax too. This is the first time that Brax will be away from Anslie since she gave birth to him. I'm not sure how she's gonna handle it yet. She probably only thinks they are gonna be gone for a few hours, but I have plans for her tonight. I just hope she's not too sore for these plans.

  Taking the boys’ stuff out to the truck, I see a bike coming down the drive. I don't know of anyone coming by, so I toss the bags in the back, and grab my gun from the back of
my jeans. When the bike gets close enough, I see Bentley, looking pissed as hell.

  Putting my gun into the waistband of my jeans, I walk over to where he just stopped.

  "What's up brother? I didn't expect you this early." He looks around the yard and at the window, where I see Anslie standing.

  "Sorry about showing up unannounced. Just needed to talk to you." I watch him for a second.

  Something's wrong, but I can't figure out what.

  "Yeah man, what's up? I'm always here for you. We'll be brothers soon." He scoffs. "I'm surprised my old man didn't put a bullet in your head when you asked."

  I just laugh. "Yeah right, Prez loves me. Plus, he wouldn't kill the father of his grandkids." I smirk.

  He probably would if I hurt Anslie or the boys. Hell, Anslie had to keep him from shooting me when we told him she was pregnant with Braxton.

  "Yeah, right. He only didn't put a bullet in your head because of Anslie. You make my sister happy, and that's all that really matters to us."

  I don't bother saying anything. They all know how I feel about her. Last week at the clubhouse, I pulled them all together, and told them my plan.

  "So what crawled up your ass, Bent?" He looks at the ground, and blows out a breath.

  "This bitch I met is really getting under my skin. I have no idea what to do..." He trails off, and I can't help but laugh.

  "Holy fuck! Say it isn't so! Motherfucker, for all the shit you talked about me being hung up on your sister, I'm so fucking glad your time has come!"

  I can tell he's not amused. Just then the front door opens and the boys come running towards Uncle Bentley.

  "Uncle Benwee!" they shriek.

  I'm still laughing my ass off that he's hung up on a bitch. I see Anslie walk out of the house with Brax, and head straight for us.

  "Hey boys," he says to the twins, who are now climbing him like a tree.

  Remy is hanging from his neck, and Sev is being lifted with one arm. It's comical. Typically, I'm the one being treated like their jungle gym.