Wayward Soul

by K. Renee

  Is she crazy? If I were her, I would be climbing that man like a fucking spider monkey. Hell, we wouldn't even leave the bed until he had to leave and go back to Oregon.

  "Please tell me you’re not gonna let him leave without getting off at least a dozen more times.”

  She laughs and just winks at me. She’s not giving me any details on purpose. I would be screaming it from the rooftops. The man drips sex from his pores and I wouldn’t let him out of bed unless someone was dying. Hell, I’m not sure I’d let him up even then.

  We pull up to Saraphine and make our way to the front of the line. After I show a little cleavage, the bouncers let us in and we head straight for the bar. We order jack and cokes and sip them while watching everybody. When we finish our drinks, we make our way to the crowded dance floor and let the beat take over our bodies. The next few hours are spent dancing, making trips to the bar, and laughing like we used to back in Vegas.

  All of a sudden, I get the feeling like I'm being watched. When a guy grabs Anslie and starts dancing with her, I can see her whole body tense up. She tries to pull away from the creep, but he keeps pulling her back to him. He whispers something in her ear and she stops fighting.

  When I start to walk over to them, someone grabs me and pulls me back. "Stay with Gunner!” Brant yells over the music. I nod and watch Brantley walk over to Anslie and the creep.

  Feeling a hand on my waist, I turn and come face-to-face with the sexy biker I've been thinking about nonstop since I last saw him in front of Black. He smirks and leans into my body, causing me to get chills. "Hi, beautiful. I don't think we've been properly introduced. I'm Gunner." I can feel his breath on my skin and my body starts to react.

  "Hi, handsome. I'm Casey." His face brakes out into a wide grin and he turns his attention back to Brantley.

  I turn just in time to see Brant punch the creep. On his way to the ground, I watch the guy grab Anslie, pulling her down with him. I scream Anslie's name as Gunner rushes to her. I watch Brant pull her up, Gunner kicking the guy in the stomach a few times. The bouncers make their way towards the guys and tell them they need to leave.

  I watch Brantley say something to them, grab Anslie's hand, and walk her over to me. Gunner and Brantley lead us out of the club and, as soon as we are out the door, Brantley checks Anslie over. They really are cute together.

  I can feel Gunner's eyes on me and it causes my body to hum with need. Once Brant is satisfied Anslie is okay, he kisses her. I start to giggle and yell out, "About damn time!"

  Suddenly, Gunner pulls me into his body, causing me to break out in goosebumps. His nose brushes against my neck and he whispers, "Fuck, you got my dick hard as a fucking rock right now." Then he grinds his hips into mine, making me moan quietly. "Are your panties wet for me?" he growls in my ear.

  "Yes,” I whisper hoarsely.

  "Good, beauty. You and I are going to have a long night."

  I can’t even answer. He winks at me and lets me go. I watch him strut over to his bike and straddle it. In a daze, I walk over to the car with Anslie and drive us back to the apartment.

  During the entire ride, my body is humming. I can barely contain myself. I have never before felt this much excitement or need in my life.

  To break the silence, I say the first thing that comes to mind, "Damn, Ans. If he wasn't yours, I would totally fuck him right now. He is so fucking sexy." As sexy as I think Brant is, I would still rather have Gunner be the man in my bed. Don’t get me wrong. I’m sure Brant can rock my world, but he doesn’t get my panties wet with just his words like Gunner does.

  When I finally pull up to the apartment, Gunner comes straight for my car door and opens it for me. I smile at him, then grab his hand, leading him inside and straight to my bedroom. Once the door is closed, he pulls me into his arms and roughly kisses me. I moan into his mouth, running my hands down his sides, then back up to his chest. Slowly, I pull off his cut, breaking our kiss. One thing I learned from hanging out with Anslie and her brothers is that you never disrespect the cut. They represent them and their club. By looking at their cuts, you learn what club they belong to and where they rank. I fold it and set it on the chair in the corner of the room.

  When I walk back over to him, I notice the look on his face. It is a cross between awe and surprise. His eyes meet mine before pulling me back against his body. His hands reach up into my hair, tangling his fingers around the stands. He gives it a tug and I open my mouth for him, our tongues dancing together. Backing me towards the bed, he lays me down. Leaning over me, he runs his fingertips down my body, slowly inching my dress above my hips. His fingers gently glide up my thigh until he barely touches my blue silk thong.

  He sits down on the bed and pulls me up to straddle him, his erection throbbing against my wet panties. Reaching my hands inside his shirt, I can feel how solid he is. I unbutton his shirt and pull it down his muscular arms. His hands grip the bottom of my dress, tugging it up and over my head. Groaning in appreciation, his eyes take in my body. I lean down and kiss him roughly, my hands wandering down his chest and landing on his belt. I undo it quickly and unbutton his jeans, tugging them a bit to let him know what I want. He rises up a little and I push them over his hips. He rubs me up and down his length and I wiggle my hips.

  He starts to chuckle, but doesn't stop me. He turns and moves us both up the mattress. "Beauty, you got anything to play with?" I smirk. What girl doesn't have a toy? Maybe Anslie, but I will make sure she gets one soon!

  I nod and, with a shy smile, point to the drawer on the other side of my bed. He grins and walks over to the drawer. Watching the way his ass flexes when he walks, I just about come undone. His back is broad and toned, and I want nothing more than to lick it.

  I watch him pull out my bright pink vibrator and some lube. He also finds my mini bullet and brings everything back to the bed with him. I look at him with one eyebrow raised and he just smirks. Taking the mini bullet, he gets down on his knees. Kissing up my thighs, he pulls me closer to the edge of the bed. Slowly, he rubs the mini bullet over my panties, then pushes my panties to the side and turns it on. He slides it into my core and I can't help the moan that comes out. His fingers are rubbing my nub, making me wetter by the minute.

  Kissing his way down my stomach, I almost buck off the bed when his mouth lands on my throbbing clit. The way his tongue thrusts inside me, combined with the vibrating bullet, makes me come apart. I moan out his name as my body shudders. Holy fuck. That was the best orgasm I have ever had.

  I look down at him and see him licking his lips, smirking at me. My god, this man is so fucking hot. His dirty blonde hair is messy, and his arms and chest are covered in colorful ink.

  He’s still holding the vibrating bullet in me and my body is starting to creep closer to the edge again. I wiggle around and he presses his body against mine. "Fuck, beauty. You coming is the sexiest thing I have ever seen.”

  I kiss him and rub my throbbing pussy against his hard cock. I have never wanted someone inside of me like I want him. He groans and thrusts into me without warning. "Fuck,” I bite out.

  He pounds into my body, hitting my g-spot over and over. I hear someone knock on the door, then walk right in. I can't even concentrate on who is in the room with us. I try to cover myself a little, but Gunner just fucks me harder. I moan and he pulls out, flipping me over. I hear Gunner talking to Brantley as he thrusts back into my soaking wet core. He smacks my ass and grunts before reaching over me, tossing something at Brantley.

  He walks out of the room and Gunner continues to ram into my soaking wet pussy, his balls smacking my ass with every thrust. His fingers dig into my hips, and his body starts to shudder. He reaches down and rubs my clit until I explode around his cock. A few thrusts later, he’s coming inside of me.

  Panting, we both collapse on the bed. Lying on his back, he pulls my body to his and I cuddle into his side. A few minutes later, I’m fast asleep.

  Chapter Six

  There’s somethin
g about this girl I just can’t shake. She is sexy and lets me do whatever I want to her body. She squeezes my dick like a vise and I can't get enough of it. By the time Brantley came into the room to tell me we had to ride, my head was swimming and I was almost ready to throw out the “no dating” rule. For this girl, I could try. Fuck, I want to try. I hear a quiet knock at the door. Getting up, I pull on my jeans and see Brant standing there looking pissed off.

  "Bro, we got to go. Dax called and said there’s some shit going down,” Brant says in a hushed whisper.

  "Yeah, man. Let me get dressed. Are the girls gonna be okay alone?"

  He looks back behind him for a second and a look of love flashes across his face. I knew he had something going on with her, but I didn't realize it was as serious as this. "Yeah, they don't know about the girls. But they know I'm in town." This doesn't sound good.

  "Is it who I think?" I question. He just nods. Fuck. "Give me a sec and we can go."

  I turn and walk back into Casey's room. She is spread out on her bed. I can see her body moving slightly with each breath she takes. I pull on my shirt, then grab my cut from the chair. I have never been with a girl who had that much respect for the cut. I was in awe of her when she folded it and placed it on the chair. I watch her for a few minutes before pulling my boots on. She looks like an angel with her red hair splayed across her pillow. I run my fingertips gently down the side of her face and her eyes flutter open. Her smile almost brings me to my knees.

  "Hi,” she whispers. I watch her naked body as she stretches and yawns.

  "Hey, beauty. I got to go. Club business." She gets a small, sad smile on her face, but nods. I lean over and kiss her lips. "Give me your number and I'll call you later." Her eyes light up and she rattles it off. I put her number in my phone and kiss her again. She sighs and pulls away. "‘Bye, beauty.”

  Brant’s coming down the hall. He nods and we walk out of the apartment.

  As we head to our bikes, I get a bad feeling that something is about to happen. I look over at Brant and can tell he feels the same way. His body is stiff and he's watching our surroundings. Suddenly, I hear the thumping of boots on the ground, then see a shadowy figure coming towards us. When I see the glint of the knife, I know it's too late.

  I feel the burning sensation as it slices through my skin. Blood starts to pour from my arm, but I can only focus on the bastard to the left of me. Brantley runs over and grabs the guy from behind, causing him to try to spin and stab him, as well. When I take my gun out of my waistband and hit the prick in the head, he goes down without another sound.

  "What the fuck? Who the hell is this fucker?" Brantley hisses. I have no idea. He doesn't look familiar to me.

  I grab my phone and dial my VP, using my free hand to search through my saddlebags for my bandana, having Brant tie it around the cut.. "Yeah?" the gruff voice comes across the line.

  "B and I just got attacked at an apartment complex. We need the van,” I say while scanning the area. I don't see anyone else. Hell, it's only three in the morning. Most people are still asleep, but we can't keep this bastard out here in the open.

  "What happened, Sarge?”

  I look at the asshole still lying on the ground. "We were going to the call and this fucker came out of nowhere. He got me with the knife before B knocked him out."

  I hear him say fuck a few times. "I'll send a couple of prospects to you. Stay put until they get there." It’s not like I’m about to just let this asshole go after he stabbed me.

  ”VP, can we keep a prospect here to watch the girls? I don't want Cason's daughter unprotected in case someone knows she's here." I can hear him giving a prospect instructions and telling him where he’s supposed to be going. When he gets on the phone again, he questions why I'm at her house. "I was with her roommate. I just want to make sure they are safe." I hear a moan and see Brantley zip-tying the motherfucker stupid enough to come after a Wayward Saint.

  He tells me they are on the way and to keep the guy out of sight until we can move him to the house.

  When the prospects finally pull up, Brant and I are on our bikes, smoking. I watch the van come to a stop and the prospects jump out. I tell Jake to watch over the apartment and make sure no one, besides the girls, go in or out. He nods and takes off to set up a spot for himself. The other two prospects grab the guy and load him into the van.

  Brant and I start our bikes and head off to the house. When we get there, Prez and Johnny, the VP, are already waiting for us. "Brant. Sarge,” Prez says, nodding to us. Johnny just shakes Brant's hand and nods to me. I've been the Sergeant At Arms here for the last year. Mikey, the SAA before me, was killed by a rival club. I was voted into the position not long after his death and I have been trying to get back at the motherfucker who killed him ever since.

  I watch Brant and Prez eye each other. I'm not too sure why they don't like each other, but I know the feeling is mutual. "Church,” Prez says, walking towards the house.

  Brant shakes his head, then follows me into church. "God, I hate that fucker,” he says before we walk through the doors. Sometimes these fuckers are a bunch of whiny little bitches, my cousin included.

  I take my seat to the left of Prez and watch the rest of the club shuffle in. Once all the guys are inside, Prez bangs the gavel on the table to start the meeting. "Tell us what happened, Sarge,” he says, staring at Brant. He must think it has something to do with him.

  "We were leaving the apartment complex for the call out when the bastard came charging at me out of nowhere. He sliced my arm, but Brant was able to knock him out. Never seen him before, and he didn't say anything."

  I look around the room and see that everyone has their attention on Brant. He just shakes his head. "Don't look at me. I have no idea who that fucker is, either. If anyone else goes near my girl's apartment, I will kill them."

  Everyone stares at him, mouths open. They all know who lives at the apartment and he just admitted that the national president’s daughter is his girl. Fuck. That bitch is going to get him in so much fucking trouble. She can’t be worth the headache.

  "A prospect will be at the apartment until we know they’re safe,” Prez says, looking at me. He turns and looks B in the eyes. "Brantley, let your prez know what's going down here. We have everything covered, but I just want to give him the heads-up." He addresses the group again. "We need to find out who is behind this attack and whether or not we have any more attacks coming in our direction. We are going to put off the run until after we settle this. I don't want to risk the merchandise."

  I watch all the guys nod as Prez looks around the table. He raises the gavel and bangs it down. "Let's go find out what we're dealing with, boys,” he says with an evil smirk, then stands and walks out of the room, everyone following him to the garage where the prospects have the guy tied up.

  I follow them and see the asshole who stabbed me staring at all of us with wide eyes. When they land on me, I can see the fear in them. He starts to squirm around, but he can't break free of the cuffs around his wrists and ankles.

  I walk up to him and lean down so we are eye-to-eye. "Who sent you?" I demand.

  He tenses up and looks around the room. "I…I…I do…don't kn...kn…know…”

  I stand and walk to the tool box. Grabbing a pair of pliers, I walk back over to him with a smile on my face. He starts to move even more. "Hold him down,” I say, snapping the pliers open and closed a few times.

  His eyes widen. "Please, don't!" he screams out. "I…I…I…just an…an…answered the…the add,” he says.

  Sticking the pliers in his mouth, I ask, "What did the add say?"

  He continues to shake as I shove the pliers further into his mouth. "He'll kill me!”

  “I will fucking kill you if you don't tell me who sent you after me!" I roar.

  He shakes his head and cries out in pain as I clamp the pliers around one of his teeth and pull. I hear the tooth pop, then come loose. His screams echo off the walls of the garage. Luckil
y, the walls are insulated, so no one outside can hear anything.

  Brant walks over to me and whispers, "What if he wasn't after us?"

  I shake my head. "You think he came for the girls?" I ask, keeping my eyes on the bastard crying out in pain.

  He nods and looks over at the guy. "Trust me, motherfucker. You don't want to fucking mess with me. Who the fuck sent you, and why?” Brant asks.

  Anyone who tries to hurt that girl makes Brant act like her own personal pitbull. I don’t blame him. I feel like killing this motherfucker just for being too close to Casey.

  The guy spits out blood. "He said I had to get the girl, but then I saw you guys there..." He trails off when he sees the deadly looks Brant and I are giving him.

  "What girl are you after?" Brant sneers.

  "Some MC princess. I don't know her name. I just have her picture." Johnny walks up and searches the guy’s pockets. Pulling out the photo, he hands it over to Brant.

  "Fuck!” he yells.

  I pull the photo out of his hands and see Anslie and Brant sitting together at Prez's house. Shit. He pulls out his phone and texts. When his phone beeps with an incoming text, he looks at it and texts back quickly. He has a panicked look on his face. Something’s wrong. I can feel it.

  Putting the phone to his ear, he waits until he hears the voice on the other end. "Doll, you need anything?" He sounds worried. I watch him stare at the wall, while he listens to what she says. "Doll, if you need me, call..." His voice trails off and he pales. I can now hear a loud commotion on the phone. Were those gunshots? We’re all in shock. No one has ever gone after one of our president's daughters before. They typically only go after the sons.

  "Fuck! He fucking grabbed her. I need to call Dom. Fuck!" he yells out.

  "Was this just a diversion?" I ask, taking my boot and jamming it into the tied up guy’s stomach. Kicking him released a little of the frustration, but not enough.

  Brant dials Dom and tells him what just happened. A few minutes later, he walks up to me. "I have to go. I can't let him hurt her like he did Sophie. Take care of this asshole, yeah?”