Wayward Deviance (Wayward Saints MC Book 8)

by K. Renee

  He doesn’t say anything for a long time, and I can feel my heart crack a little more. "Does it matter?" he finally asks. I nod my head, not sure that I can force the words out. This nagging fear is starting to come over me, and suddenly I don’t want to know the answer anymore. Maybe living in a bubble about it will be better. At least then I don’t have to imagine him with another woman.

  “Two.”

  I close my eyes and let out the breath that I was holding. Two. Two. I can deal with two. My mind can deal with two other women. I mean it’s not like I was holding out either. I was dating Aaron most of the time, and it’s not like we didn’t have sex.

  He didn’t whore around while wherever the hell he was. I feel a weight lifted off my shoulders even though I know I shouldn’t be even thinking about anything more than this moment with him.

  I just ended things with Aaron maybe an hour ago, and I’m already in Bentley’s bed. God, I am a whore. Tears start to pool in my eyes, and as one escapes and falls down my cheek, he frowns. His finger wipes away the tear, and he asks, “Why are you crying?”

  He settles between my thighs, forcing my dress to bunch up even further. “I’m a whore,” I sob out. I am seriously a wreck. I don’t know how he could ever think that I’m hot or whatever it is he thinks.

  He kisses both of my cheeks before whispering, “You are not a whore. You are so far from that it’s crazy.”

  I hiccup and try to force the words out. “No, I’m a whore. Not even two hours ago I was supposed to be celebrating my engagement, and now I’m here, in your bed.” I motion to the bed we are in, and he just watches me, not saying a word.

  "Do you want to marry a man who will hit you because of a disagreement?" This shuts me up effectively. I don't say a word; I just shake my head no before closing my eyes. He's right. Aaron hit me. He backhanded me because I admitted to Anslie that I was in love with Bentley.

  A knock at the door silences us both. He moves off of me, and I straighten my dress and hair the best I can before moving to the edge of the bed. Bentley buttons his jeans and pulls the door open to show his sister and Brant.

  “Brynn?” Anslie asks in a small voice. “Is everything okay?” I nod my head, yes, and she comes over to the bed, taking a seat next to me and pulling my hand into hers.

  The door shuts, and when I know they are both now out into the hall, the tears start to fall. I cry on Anslie’s shoulder, and she just lets me. She doesn’t say a word, and part of me is grateful. I don’t want to hear how big of a mistake I’m making or that Aaron was the better choice or whatever she might be thinking. I just need my friend.

  "What happened? Why did he hit you?" Her voice is soft and soothing. I had planned on not telling anyone; I end up spilling everything to her.

  “He heard when I told you that I loved your brother. He asked me in the truck if I loved Bentley and I said yes. Then he said it wasn’t in the past and that he couldn’t believe that I loved one of them. He acted like the guys were only good enough to work on bikes and nothing else. I got a little mad, and then he hit me and called me a biker whore. He said something else as I got out of the truck, but I didn’t hear it.”

  "Oh my God. And here I thought that Aaron was one of the good ones. I swore he loved you and that he was the one or I would have never pushed you to keep dating him." I know she just wanted me to be happy when Aaron and I started dating. The guys didn't like him, but I did. Or at least I thought I did.

  “I should have told Bent a long time ago that you were in love with him. If I hadn't threatened bodily harm to his, er um, package, this would have never happened. I’m sorry. I’m just glad you got out of the truck. I’ve been on the other side of abuse, and I would never wish that on my worst enemy.”

  My lip trembles as she admits to things that I never knew about her. She doesn’t talk a whole lot about before she moved back home, but I know that she and Brant had some issues before. She once told me that he didn’t even know he was a father until the twins were almost three.

  “You don’t have to say anything else, Ans.” I don’t want her to blame herself for something that she couldn’t have stopped. I would have continued to date Aaron even without her pushing me toward him because I thought I was falling for him. He said and did everything right. He treated me like I was special.

  A stray tear falls down my cheek, and I wipe it off just as the door to the room opens. The guys walk back in, and Brant reaches out for Anslie’s hand. She takes his, and he pulls her up and off the bed. “Let’s leave them alone.” He turns to Bentley before slapping him on the shoulder. “Stay alert.” Bentley nods his head, but he doesn’t say a word.

  Anslie kisses my cheek before walking out of the room with Brantley following a step behind her.

  Bentley reaches out and wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me up and into his body. I sigh in relief and rest my cheek against his chest before closing my eyes. This night has been a nightmare. I should have known that he was almost too good to be true, but I was blinded. I was angry at Bentley and used Aaron as a smokescreen to hide all my feelings for Bentley.

  “I have nowhere to go. He’s probably back at our apartment.” Bentley stops me by putting his finger to my lips.

  “Don’t. We will deal with everything tomorrow. Let’s just get you to bed.” I nod my head, agreeing with whatever because right now I'm just too tired even to try and think of my next move. The only thing I want to do is close my eyes and pray that everything will go back to calm and normal in the morning even though I know it won't.

  Everything is going to change, and I don’t know what to think, let alone do. Let’s just hope that Bentley doesn’t kill Aaron and go to prison for the rest of his life.

  He kisses the side of my neck before he reaches down to grab the bottom of my dress. Slowly he pulls it over my head before tossing it on the ground with the rest of his dirty clothes. Or at least I think they are dirty clothes. He could just be really messy.

  I watch him as he strips off his button-down before tossing it with the rest of the clothes, followed by his jeans. He walks back over to me buck naked. We are both naked and about to go to bed together for the first time. Sure we’ve had sex twice now, but now I’m nervous.

  “Babe, we’ve had sex a couple of times, and you are shy to jump in bed with me.” I nod my head in embarrassment, and he just grins his sexy as shit grin. I feel myself melt a little at just his smile and I hate that he still holds power over me even after all this time.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Bentley

  Waking up the next morning with an ass pressed into my dick. My hand glides down her stomach straight to her pussy, and I can’t help but run my fingers along her clit. She moans and presses back into me slightly, and my dick hardens. Fuck, waking up to her in my bed feels so damn right.

  Using my other hand, I grip her neck and grind her back into me. My dick hardens even more just thinking about being inside of her.

  “Ben,” she whispers as she digs her fingers into my thigh, pulling me closer to her. I run my finger along her pussy a few times before I sink a finger inside of her. Her whimpers fill my ears, and I can’t help but shove two of my fingers of my right hand into her mouth. Her lips wrap around my fingers, and she starts to suck them. Goddamn.

  It doesn’t take me long before I slide inside of her tight pussy and slowly thrust in and out of her. She pinches my thigh, and I groan out in pleasure. Fuck, she is starting to get me. I don’t even tell her what I want and ever since that first time she remembers.

  Before I can even get her worked up enough, banging on the door interrupts. “Bentley, get your fucking ass out here.” I bite down on her neck to keep from telling my old man to kick fucking rocks so I can fuck the beautiful girl in my arms right now.

  “He sounds mad,” she whispers.

  “Yeah. Last night I got on a few of my family member’s shit list.” I slowly pull out of her and kiss her neck once more before getting out of bed with a rock
hard dick and a pissed off attitude. Pulling on a pair of jeans, I give her a wink before I unlock the door and see my old man and brother both standing there with pissed off looks on their faces.

  “What the fuck crawled up your asses?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest to imitate them.

  “What the fuck were you thinking last night? You kissed the damn bride-to-be at her engagement party?" Dom questions. He doesn't lose the stupid frown, and I guess I don’t blame him. He’s been around Brynn a lot over the last year, working with her in the office more than the rest and I know there will be hell to pay if I fuck with her and break her heart.

  “That I need to get my girl back,” I ground out. They can talk shit all they want and be pissed if that makes them feel better at night, but I know for a fact that they would both do the same damn thing if their ole’ ladies were about to marry other dicks.

  “She wasn’t yours,” our old man states like I didn’t fucking know she wasn’t mine last night. He was the one who told me to get my girl back if I really wanted her.

  "Yeah, I know. But the minute that tool put his hands on Brynn, all bets were off. He can go fuck himself if he thinks that he will ever get another chance with her.” Both of them sober at that.

  “What do you mean he put his hands on her?” my old man asks, turning his rage towards someone other than me for once.

  “He overheard Anslie and Brynn talking last night, and when they were in the car, he slapped her. She has a bruise on her cheek from how fucking hard he hit her, and you’re lucky I haven’t left to go find that sorry son of a bitch and show him just how I feel about men hitting women.”

  They both relax their stances slightly, but I can still tell they are pissed at me for whatever other reason.

  “You two can get off your high horses and save your breath. I’m not giving her up.” My brother rolls his eyes at me, and my father just watches me intently. I don’t know what either of them is going to say, but I know for one that my old man won’t take kindly to me disrespecting him.

  “Don’t ever disrespect me, kid. I helped bring you into this world; I can take you out of it just as easy." Now it's my turn to roll my eyes. He has told me that so many times over the years that it holds no weight with me. No matter how shitty of a son I've been, he's never once really put me in my place.

  “You have something to say, so why not just say it so I can get back to what I was doing,” I grumble. I would rather be fucking Brynn right now than dealing with this shit.

  “Why the fuck didn’t you say something about him hitting her when you found out. She is one of ours, and we protect ours. Always.” I’ve never heard my dad claim a woman that wasn’t with one of our men before. He fought brothers when they wanted to protect women they weren’t even with yet, and here he sounds all high and mighty about my girl.

  “Since when do you care? She isn’t an ole’ lady, and last I checked you didn’t claim any women that weren’t ole’ ladies.” He glares at me, and I just stand my ground. What is so special about Brynn that makes him throw all the rules aside to protect her.

  “You don’t know much about her, son.” My defenses go up, and I look back at my door for a second before I ask what the fuck he’s talking about.

  “I know plenty about her. What the fuck are you talking about?” He looks at Dom for a second before he turns his attention back to me.

  “You don’t know who her father is.” What the fuck does that mean? She doesn’t talk about her parents ever so of course I don’t know who he is. “You and I both know that I wouldn’t just let anyone work in the bike shop. The business is legit, but I don’t allow anyone outside of the family work there.” I narrow my eyes at him, trying to figure out what he’s getting at. If he tells me that she’s my sister or something, I might just deck him.

  “When you and your brothers were little shits, I had a Sargent at Arms named Ray Maddox. He was one of my best friends from when we were kids, and we grew up in the club. He didn’t stay in the life long after he and his wife had their first kid. They wanted to live life on the straight and arrow, something I respected. He and his ole’ lady didn’t want their kids to grow up the way we did.” I hold my tongue and wait for him to continue.

  “They had three kids. A son and two daughters, Trevor, Tessa, and Brynn,” he pauses, and something passes over his expression.

  “Trevor was killed by a drunk driver on his twentieth birthday.” Her voice is small, and I turn around to see the tears on her cheeks. She heard everything he said. "My family took it hard. My dad started drinking, and so did my sister. My family started falling apart, and you gave me this job. It was the light of the dark time in my life. It was all a lie.” She turns to walk away from me, but I stop her. She hits me in the gut, but I wrap my arm tighter around her waist, holding her tightly to me.

  “Let me go. I’m not your charity case. Get off me.” She kicks and tries to scratch me, but it only turns me on. The bite of pain is enough to get me hard.

  “Stop struggling. It only turns me on,” I whisper in her ear just for her to hear. Her slight gasp doesn’t surprise me, and I just hold her to me, refusing to let her run from this.

  “Why? Why did you hire me? Just because you felt sorry for me?” Her voice breaks and I hate that she’s hurting more.

  “No. I never felt sorry for you. I wanted you to have something to look forward to. Your family had already been through enough, and I know what it’s like to lose someone that means something to you. I’ve lost a wife and a son. I know what your family is going through just like my kids do. I never expected you and Ben to fall for each other, but I don’t regret what I did. I’ve never seen him look at a woman the way he looks at you.”

  Her body sags against me, and a little of the fight drains from her body. “I never liked that asshole you were gonna marry, and I’m glad he’s gone.” A giggle escapes from her, and I continue to hold her to me.

  “I owe it to your father to make sure that nothing bad happens to you under my watch. I promised him that I would always protect you and your sister after your brother’s death and I’ve done a shit job at it. When I found out about you and Ben, I knew that you’d be protected. He wouldn’t let anything happen to you, but then he bailed.” I close my eyes, hating the words that are coming out of his mouth.

  “I should have put a stop to your relationship with Aaron, but I didn’t want to push you away from us. I never told my daughter who to date and I wouldn’t do that to you.” I clear my throat and laugh.

  “Pretty sure you sent Brant away when you found out that he and Ans were getting close.” I grin.

  He hits me with a look, and I just continue smiling at him. "I pushed Anslie away by doing that, and I won’t make that mistake again.”

  “My dad was your friend?” she asks in a small voice.

  Prez nods and gives her a smile. “One of my best friends. His father was my old man’s right hand for so long. They did everything together, and when I offered the VP position to him, he turned it down. He didn’t want the responsibility with a new wife. Instead, he took the SAA role and told me that Nick was the better man for the job. The three of us were thick as thieves for the longest fucking time. We rode together every day, and our wives were fucking closer than us.”

  My stomach sinks at the mention of my mom. I wish like fuck that she was still alive, that I could remember her even a little bit. She’s more of a picture in my head. I was too young to know her or remember her in any detail other than the photo I stole when I was eight.

  “I can talk to your old man and see if I can help any.” Her head bobs slightly, and I can feel the silent sobs wrack through her body.

  “I’m going to take her into my room. Call if you need anything,” I murmur, turning her around and pulling her into my chest. Her tears start to leak onto my chest, and I know that she’s going to be a mess. Losing a brother is the hardest thing to go through, especially if you are going through it alone.

  “W
e will,” Dom says, turning to walk toward the office.

  I walk her back through the open bedroom door and shut it behind me. Picking her up, she wraps her legs around my waist, and I walk her over to my bed. Laying her down, I kiss both of her cheeks before wiping the tears from under her eyes. I won’t ever let anyone else hurt her.

  I will protect her until my last dying breath.

  Chapter Twenty

  Brynn

  A part of me feels like my entire world has been crushed into a million little pieces. There are so many things my parents never told me. If someone had told me that my father, Ray Maddox, was a biker, I would have laughed at you. There was no way that the man who kissed my cuts and scrapes was part of a motorcycle club. He didn’t own a Harley and he sure as hell never wore leather.

  Burying my face into Bentley’s neck, I take a deep breath and try not to think about any of it. I just want to lay here and forget that any of this happened. I would much rather be thinking about anything else. Maybe more about what’s going to happen now that Aaron and I are no longer together.

  We all but shared an apartment that I knew I shouldn’t have agreed to. He may not have officially moved in, but he was always there. I don’t remember a time in the last year where he wasn’t there with half of his stuff.

  “Stop thinking so hard, you’re giving me a headache.” Looking up at him, I see the grin dancing on his mouth, and I want to punch him.

  I pinch his side, and he rolls us over so that he is pinning me down on the mattress. “I love when you get all feisty. It turns me on more than anything else.” I wrap my legs around his waist and run my hands up his stomach toward his chest. I pinch one of his nipples, and he closes his eyes, letting his mouth part slightly. His breathing changes slightly, and I know that he likes this.

  I don’t know much about what he likes, but it seems like as long as pain is involved, it’s good for him.

  “Do you have a crop?” I ask with a huge grin. I want to play a little with him and see just how kinky he can be.