Wayward Soul

by K. Renee

  I just smirk. “He isn’t fucking worth the effort. You boys can take care of him.”

  I pull out my gun and put the barrel to my dad’s forehead. Without a second thought, I pull the trigger, watching his skull and brains splatter across the room. That motherfucker got what he deserved and I won’t lose a wink of sleep over it.

  I step back and watch the guy’s taking their turns hitting Prez with various tools from the garage. As much as I want to fucking kill the bastard with my bare hands, I would rather be spending my time with Casey.

  I walk over to Johnny and tell him I need to head out to clean my house before Casey gets here. He just laughs at me and tells me I’m pussy-whipped, but I don’t care. I can’t wait to get my girl home where she belongs.

  When I get home, I don’t take time to worry that the lights are on in my living room and a car is parked in my driveway. Walking in, I find my beautiful girl picking up broken glass from the floor. “Beauty…” I say. I must have stayed in the garage longer than I thought.

  As soon as she sees me, she runs to me and I pick her up. Wrapping her legs around my waist, I push her body into the wall and attack her mouth, teeth clashing and tongues dueling.

  Breaking our kiss, I run my hands down her face. “Beauty, I’ve fucking missed you so much.” I kiss her again and run my tongue along her lips. Pulling away from her mouth, I look into her eyes. “As much as I want to fuck you right now, I need to shower and clean the blood off the floor in my room. Then you and I have some very important lovemaking to do.” She giggles as I lick and suck my way down her neck.

  I carry her down the hall and towards my bedroom. As much as I hate her seeing it like this, I know it’s going to come out anyway. I hear her gasp when she sees the damage. “Gun…,” she says, wiggling so I let her go. Once her feet are on the floor, I hold her body to mine as she looks around the room.

  Blood is splattered on the floor, and there are broken pieces of wood scattered around. She looks up at my face and runs her fingers over the cuts and bruises. “Gun, who did this?”

  I look at the sadness in her eyes. “You sure you want to know?” I ask. I know she’s going to blame herself, but I won’t allow it. That’s what my mom did. “My father was the one who was threatening your life. I couldn’t let him hurt you, so I had one of my guys look into him. He was paying off my prez and he got into my house. After knocking me out, he tied me up. I spent the next few days tied to that chair. I got free and stabbed him in the leg. When Johnny and Jase showed up, they tied him up, taking him to the garage of the clubhouse.”

  I hear her intake of breath. “Beauty, I’ll be fine. I would have died for you to keep you safe.”

  She looks up at me and whispers, “Was he the one texting me?”

  I just nod. Burying her head into my chest, she starts to cry.

  “I hate that he saw you like that, baby, but there was nothing I could do. We will never have to worry about him again. It’s over. He will never touch you.”

  Her body relaxes into mine and I pick her up and carry her in to the bathroom. Sitting her down on the tub, I turn on the shower. Waiting for the water to warm up, I strip out of my clothes, then strip off hers, too.

  Grabbing her hand, I pull her into the shower with me. Her eyes roam my body and every time she finds a cut or bruise, she softly runs her fingers over it. Seeing me hurt is hurting her. I can see it in her eyes. Looking at the floor of the shower, red water is running down the drain. Her body shudders and she grabs a rag. Lathering it up, she runs it down my chest and arms. She has a look of determination on her face as she gently washes my injuries.

  Smiling, I grab her hands, holding them down by her sides. "Casey, I'm okay. You don't have to be gentle with me." She giggles, then bites my nipple. "Fuck,” I say, sucking in a breath. I swear this girl will be the death of me. As much as I want to fuck her until we both can't breathe, I want to show her that she means something to me.

  Pulling her to my body, I kiss her deeply, then grab the shampoo to wash her hair. We spend the rest of the time in the shower, washing and caressing each other. When we're done, I turn off the water and wrap her in a towel. I grab one for myself, dry off, and toss it onto the counter. Picking her up, I walk her into the extra room.

  "Why are we in here?" she asks, looking around the room.

  ”I don't want to think about the past few days. All I want to do is lie with you wrapped around me all night."

  She smiles at me as I place her on the bed. I turn the light off and she scoots to the middle, pulling the covers down. Lying down beside her, I pull her into me.

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  "Gun?” I whisper into the dark. My face is on his chest and I breathe in his scent.

  "Yeah, baby?"

  I want to know, but I am not sure I can handle what went down. "Your mom is wonderful." I smile and rub the side of my face against his chest.

  I can feel his chest move when he laughs. "Yeah, beauty. She’s amazing. I just hope that, one day, she can put my old man behind her and move on. The sad thing is, she still cares about him. I don't understand it, but it's not my decision." I can tell it hurts him to talk about his mother and father, but she told me a lot of valuable information that helped me decide that no matter what, I would stand by my man.

  "Gun, she loves you, and I think she loves him for giving her you." His hand is caressing my skin and I can feel him tense up with each word.

  "Case, no matter what either of you say, I will hate him until the day I die. He threatened your life and my mom's. I don't take that lightly. He is exactly where he fucking belongs."

  I can feel the tears drop from my eyes and onto his skin. "Thank you,” I say quietly.

  He takes a deep breath and sighs, pulling me up so we are face-to-face. "I would do anything for you. You make me want to be a better man, but knowing you have faith in me is what makes all that shit that went down worth it. I won't tell you what I did, but I want you to know I would do it again and again if I needed to."

  I take a breath and kiss his lips. "I love you, Gunner."

  I can feel his smile as he replies, "Alec."

  I pull back, confused. "Alec?" I question.

  "My real name is Alec. Alec Michael Foster." I laugh. I never realized Gunner wasn't his real name. Tickling my sides, he asks, "What’s wrong with my name, beauty?"

  I laugh out loud and snort. Slapping my hand over my mouth, I say, "I just always thought your real name was Gunner. I never imagined it wasn’t.”

  I snort again and he just kisses me. "What is your full name, beauty?"

  Shaking my head, he says he'll tickle me until I tell him. After a few seconds of torture, I give in. "Fine. Stop!” I shriek. "It's Casey Ann Stewart."

  He laughs and kisses my forehead. "That's adorable." I punch him and try to roll over. "Come back here,” he says, pulling me back to him. "So what happened while I was gone?"

  "Well, Dom and I went to see my parents." I haven't told him much about my home life before I moved to Seattle, so he has no idea if this is a good thing or not. He urges me to continue. "She thought Dom and I were together, but when we told her we weren't, it was almost like she was proud of me again. But that only lasted a few seconds because I told her I was dating someone like Dom. She totally freaked. She wants me to be with a doctor or a lawyer from a good family. It's like she wants to marry me off to better their reputation..."

  He kisses my cheek. I give him a small smile and he looks me in the eyes. "What happened after that?" It's almost like he knows already. I just shake my head. I don't really want to tell him how I disappoint my family at every turn and that she probably doesn't want anything to do with me, which is fine. I have Anslie, her family, and Gunner. What more do I need?

  Looking down, I whisper, "She slapped me. She kicked us out and told me that all I try and do is ruin their family image. Dom pretty much told her off and we left."

  I try and hide my face in his neck, but he forces me to lo
ok at him. "Casey, you are the most beautiful and most giving person I know. Your parents are fucking morons if they don't see how perfect you are. Hell, I'm sure my mom is already planning on us getting married one day." I gasp and he smiles. "I can't keep holding you at arm's length. I want all of you. Forever. You‘re the good in my soul and I won't let you walk away again. If you run, I'll chase you. You understand me?”

  The sad tears are now completely gone and the happy ones are running down my face. "Yeah, I understand.”

  For the first time in my life, I feel like I am where I belong. Pulling Gunner closer to me, I yawn and rest my face in the crook of his neck. After the week we've had, I can feel my body finally hit the point of exhaustion. He kisses my shoulder as I close my eyes.

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  The buzzing of a phone wakes me up. I feel Gunner move, but he doesn't wake up. Groaning, I pull the pillow over my face. When it finally stops, I cuddle back up to Gunner and close my eyes. I can feel his erection against my thigh and I can't help but run my fingers along the tip. His dick jumps and I want nothing more than to put my lips around it. Going to bed naked is definitely helpful in getting what I want in the morning.

  It feels like so long since we’ve had sex and I want him right now. I slide down the bed and pull the covers over my head. I stroke his cock a few times before lowering my mouth to its velvety head. I swirl my tongue around the tip, then run it down the length until I come to his sack. Licking my way back up, I feel him getting harder. When I get back to the tip, I wrap my lips around its bulbous head. His fingers wrap themselves into my hair and I hear him moan my name.

  Wrapping one hand around the base of his cock, I slowly start to stroke him in time with my mouth. I add a bit of pressure to his balls and I hear his breathing getting deeper. "Fuck, beauty,” he groans out. I moan around his cock as he begins to lift his hips to shove his cock deeper into my mouth. I moan around him and he curses again. His fist grips my hair harder and he pulls me off of his cock. "I'm not coming in your mouth. I need to feel your warm pussy.” I grin and crawl my way up his body, licking and sucking as I go.

  His moans turn me on more than I already am. Straddling his waist, I line his cock up and slowly sink down onto it. "Oh fuck, Gun,” I moan. I slowly lift up and slam back down again. His hands go to my hips and he slowly moves me up and down his dick, thrusting his hips up. I can feel my orgasm coming fast, but he slows his movements even more and pulls out. I whimper and he just laughs. I pout and give him my best sad face. "Gunner…,” I whine.

  Flipping me around, he urges me onto my hands and knees. I love when he fucks me from behind. He smacks my ass and thrusts into my aching pussy. We both groan and he continues to thrust into me. His hands slide up my sides and head straight for my tits. He pinches my nipple and I cry out in pleasure.

  “Fuck, beauty,” he groans and kneads my breast. His other hand grips my throat, applying slight pressure.

  “Oh, god,” I moan. He continues thrusting into my pussy with such force that the bed slams against the wall. His lips trail down my neck and when he bites down, it sends me over the edge.

  Screaming out his name, I come hard. My walls clench his dick and he moans out my name. Thrusting roughly into my swollen sex, he comes with a roar. Holy crap!

  After we catch our breath, Gunner says, “Beauty, I know I won’t always be the easiest to get along with, but you’re all I want. I want you in my bed every night, and I want you on the back of my bike every day. Now and always.” He kisses my neck, then down my back.

  “Mmm,” I moan. “Gunner, you’ve never had a girl on the back of your bike.”

  Pulling out of me, he flips me over, then flashes me a sexy smile. I can’t help but fall for him even more. “Beauty, you will be the only girl to ever ride on the back of my bike. You’re my girl and I love you.”

  I gasp and stare at him in shock. “Alec…,” I whisper. I never thought I would hear those words come out of his mouth.

  “Baby, it’s true. I love you, Casey.”

  I wrap my legs around him and I pull him to me. “Alec Foster, I love you so much. I need you more than my next breath.”

  We spend the rest of the day tangled up in the sheets, worshipping each other’s bodies.

  Epilogue

  The last few months with beauty by my side has been the best time of my life. We are driving back to Vegas today to see my mom and the rest of the family. Casey is ecstatic to see everyone, and I want her to be able to put the past behind her. I can tell that whatever happened the last time she saw her mom is still eating away at her, so I plan on getting her to talk to her mother one more time. I just hope her parents can finally accept her.

  This girl has become my whole world and I only want her to be happy. The ride back to Vegas is long, but I make sure to stop often and we definitely have plenty of fun along the way. Who knew my girl was such an exhibitionist. We have sex anywhere and everywhere.

  When we arrive at our first destination, I can see the frown form on her beautiful face. Her eyebrows scrunch up and she shakes her head. “No, Gunner. I can’t be here. Let’s just go see your mom. Please.” She looks at me with her pale blue eyes and I almost give in.

  “No, beauty. We need to see them. I want you to be happy and I think the only way to achieve that is by dealing with this. I am right here for you and I will never leave your side. It’s me and you against the world.”

  Her lips show the slightest hint of a smile at my last statement. I know I got her when she grabs my hand and pulls me with her. Kissing her head, I lead her to the front door.

  She rings the doorbell and waits. When a beautiful, older version of Casey opens the door, I can see the shock and disgust on her face before she disguises it with surprise.

  “Casey! What are you doing here? Who is this?” Her lip curls up in disgust as she looks me over. Luckily, I couldn’t care less what this bitch thinks of me. There are only two opinions I care about…Casey’s and my mom’s.

  I extend my hand and speak first. She refuses to shake my hand, which is fine by me. “Hi, ma’am. I’m Gunner. I’m Casey’s old man. I just wanted to come by and introduce myself.” I watch her face pale and Casey grips my hand even harder.

  “Mom, Gunner is my boyfriend,” she says softly. I watch my girl’s face. I can see she knows her mom will never accept us, but part of her expression makes me think she’s okay with that.

  I get ready to say something, but Casey starts to speak again. “I know you don’t agree with who I’ve chosen, but that choice has nothing to do with you. I love Gunner and I know he loves me. Your opinion of us doesn’t matter to me anymore. I’ve never been the child you wanted, and I was always letting you down. But you know what? I’m okay with that. For the first time in my life, I’m completely happy. Gunner makes me happier than anyone I’ve ever met and if you don’t approve, I don’t give a fuck.” Her mom’s mouth drops open and she stares in the direction in which her daughter has just stormed off.

  Her mother turns to me and sneers, “You turned my daughter into trash. No one will ever look at her the same way now that she’s mixed up with the likes of you.”

  I’ve never wanted to hit a woman as much as I do now. “Lucky for you, bitch, I couldn’t care less about you and your snobby fucking friends. If anything, you should fucking care that you’re hurting your daughter. All she wants from you is to be accepted for who she is, but you can’t even do that. You don’t even deserve to call her your daughter. That girl has ten times more class than you will ever have.”

  I turn and walk down the steps to where Casey is standing at my bike. Grabbing her face, I kiss her roughly and tangle my fingers into her hair. “Fuck them, beauty. I love you and that’s all that matters.”

  Her face breaks into a huge smile and she says, “Love you, too, baby! Let’s go see our family, then go home.”

  The End

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  A Sneak Peek of

  Wayward Beginning


  Wayward Sinner MC Series

  By K. Renee

  Prologue

  Cason

  Growing up in an MC probably isn't the best way to be raised, but my parents did it anyway. A few years before I was born, my old man and a few of his buddies started the Wayward Saints. They wanted a place they could hang out with their friends, party, and have an extended family.

  They always had each other's backs. Their brotherhood was admirable, which was why I joined when I turned eighteen. My mom didn't really want me to follow in my dad's footsteps. She thought the club was changing the man she married and thought it would do the same to me, so she begged me not to join.

  For me, joining the club was one of the best days of my life. I prospected for a year, which was hell. I had to do everything the members didn't want to do, but I sucked it up and continued to do as I was told with no complaint.

  The day I was finally patched in was awesome. There was a huge party and more pussy than I knew what to do with. I think that this was really the reason my mom didn't want me in the club. She had my life planned out for me since I was a baby, and I was going against everything she wanted for me.

  The club never had much trouble, but when we did, it was war. Other clubs didn't like the way we ran things so, on numerous occasions, they tried to take us out. This scared my mom and she begged me to give it up, but I couldn't. This club was in my blood and I hoped that, one day, I would be the one sitting at the head of the table, making decisions.

  Little did I know that, in a few short years, I would be the one sitting at the head of that table.

  Chapter One

  Cason

  The day my old man died was one of the hardest days of my life. He had been battling lung cancer for the last five years. I'd never seen my mom so torn up before. The day he took his last breath, she was screaming and crying. I tried to soothe her, but she didn't want anything to do with me. "Cason, you’re going to turn out just like your father! How can you follow in his footsteps knowing that, one day, you will leave a family behind? If he cared about us at all, he would have given up the club, the whores, and the smoking when I asked him to." Her sobs could be heard down the hall. It killed me to see the strong woman who raised me become bitter and resentful.