Wayward Beginning (Wayward Saints MC Book 3)

by Renee, K

  “If you boys need anything, call me. I have a guard friend who can get you a call day or night, and I’ll get you what you need.”

  The bailiff calls for order and we all rise. Once I see who the judge is, I know the boys are in for one hell of a trial. The bastard judge on this case is determined to put each and every one of the Wayward Saints in jail. He tried to put me away a few years ago, but couldn’t get the charges to stick.

  Dom looks back at me and all I can do is nod. He knows exactly what I’m thinking. Sutter was barely able to get me off for the murder of that bastard Damien. They couldn’t prove that I killed him and they still can’t find his body, so they had to drop the charges. Not that I was the one who actually pulled the trigger, but if they had some proof and tried me again, I would take the fall. I wouldn't want my daughter to have to lose the father of her children because he did everything he could to save her life.

  I wait for the judge to look at me and I can’t help but smirk back. As he stares at me, he realizes who he has in his court. I see a small smile cross his face as he stares at my kids all sitting next to me. Anslie has her arm linked in mine, Brant is next to her, followed by Robbie, Raef, and Bentley.

  “Daddy, why is the judge staring at us?” Anslie whispers in my ear.

  I turn my head and whisper back, “He tried to put me away for the murder of Damien.” I feel her grip on me tighten, so I pat her hand to reassure her.

  Henley looks at the judge, then back at me, a confused look on her face. I shake my head at her and mouth, Later. She nods and turns back to the judge. Looking over at Nick, he gives me a look and I just smile. I hope this bastard comes after us again.

  Chapter Ten

  The way the judge is staring at the Davoli family is a little strange. I’ve never seen him look at someone in the gallery the way he is looking at Cason. They must have a history. I look at Cason, then turn my attention back to the judge.

  “In the matter of Dominic Davoli and Jason Insico versus the state of Nevada, how do the defendants plead?” the judge asks.

  At the same time, Dominic and Jason say, “Not guilty.”

  I watch Judge York stare at Cason more intensely than I’ve ever seen before. I ask for bail for both my clients, but the judge ignores me.

  “The defendants will be held without bail.” He slams the gavel down and gets up to walk out of court. He doesn’t even follow proper protocol. He didn’t even give me a chance to state why they deserve bail.

  “You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Nick Insico says from next to Cason. I’ve never met him, but I’ve seen him around on more than one occasion.

  “That bastard is still mad he couldn’t put me away years ago and now he’s taking it out on the boys,” Cason says, watching Dom and Jace getting cuffed.

  “We will work on getting you guys out,” he states as the guard leads them away.

  “Cason?” I ask.

  I need to know the history between him and the judge. “Angel, I’ll tell you when we get out of here. We have some things to discuss.”

  That’s not the answer I wanted but, apparently, that’s the end of the conversation. I grab my pen and notebook, shoving them in my bag. I grab my stuff and make my way for the exit. A hand lands on my arm and I turn.

  “Excuse me?” Anslie says quietly.

  “Yes?”

  “Are you going to be able to get my brother and brother-in-law out of jail?”

  Brother-in-law? “I will do my best to get them both out of jail. I promise.” I smile at her and she lets go of my arm.

  “Are you and my dad sleeping together?”

  Holy fuck. Why do his kids think I am getting involved with their dad? We almost went too far once and that was it. It’s not going to happen again. I shake my head. “He is a client and I don’t mix business with pleasure.”

  She smiles at me and I blush. “If you say so. Bentley told me what he walked in on. You’re the first woman to catch his eye in a long time. I just want him to be happy.” She smiles and walks back over to the guy from the other night.

  I watch him wrap his arms around her and his hand goes straight to her belly. Part of me wishes that was me and the man of my dreams, but I know it’s a dream that will never happen. I sigh and make my way through the building. Just before I can make my way outside, I feel someone grab my arm.

  “Angel, come by tonight and we can go over the details of what’s between the judge and myself.” I don’t even bother to reply. We both know that I will show up, if for no other reason than curiosity.

  I make my way out of the courthouse and to my car. Once I close the door, I am startled by a man knocking on my window. I lock my doors and roll my window down a crack.

  “Can I help you?” I ask, watching him.

  “You need to lose the case of the Wayward Saints.”

  I look at him strangely. “Why would I lose the case for my clients?” I ask. He has got to be kidding me. I don’t lose on purpose.

  “All you need to know is that those two need to go down. If you don’t help us, you may have some trouble coming your way.” He turns and walks away without another word. I watch him get on his bike and take off right before Cason and his people walk out the building.

  Pushing all thoughts of that man out of my head, I take off and make my way back to the office, pulling into the parking lot and walking inside. I need to get my notes ready for the trial. After saying hello to Kim at reception, I make my way to my office. Sitting down at my desk, I go through my notes on the video and the photos.

  After spending a few hours going over the case, I hear a knock on my door. “Come in!” I see Nikki standing in the door way.

  “Hey, Henley. How was court this morning?” she asks.

  I don’t get how she is so freaking happy all the time. I would hate that.

  “It was terrible. Judge York didn’t even let me have the option of bail. I think he has a past with one of my client’s fathers.” Her eyes light up as she urges me to continue. “My clients are Dominic Davoli and Jason Insico.”

  Her mouth drops open and she stares at me with wide eyes. “Have you seen Cason Davoli? My god, he is probably the hottest man in town!” she squeals.

  “He’s not that great,” I mutter.

  She starts to go on and on about Cason. I guess I can see what she sees in him, but I don’t know how why she thinks he’s so perfect. Listening to her, I find out more information about him than I want to know. As she’s talking, my phone starts to ring and Cason’s name pops up. Nikki glances at my phone.

  “Speak of the devil,” she gasps and answers it, putting it on speaker.

  “Angel, you still coming over tonight?” he asks in his raspy voice before I can even say hello. It’s got a line straight to my vagina and my mind gets flooded with dirty images. Great.

  I watch Nikki’s eyes widen. “Yeah, Cason. Once I’m done here. Is that okay?” I ask quietly. I don’t want to seem too eager.

  “Yeah, babe. Hurry up. I want to finish what we talked about earlier, too.”

  I blush and Nikki hits me in the shoulder. “Okay, Cason. I’ll let you know when I’m on my way.”

  He says something else, but I’m more focused on getting off the phone and away from Nikki’s questioning glare. I don’t even know what to tell her. We are friends, but I don’t really share my personal life with her.

  Once I hang up, she puts her hands on her hips. “Spill. You are dating one of the most dangerous MC Presidents in Vegas?!”

  My eyes widen and I can’t help but shake my head. “I’m not dating him, Nikki. He is my client and that is it.”

  She looks at me like I’m crazy, which I very well could be. The jury is still out on that one. “Then why is he calling you ‘angel’ and ‘babe’?” she asks, cocking her hip to the side.

  I look around my office at all the things I’ve accumulated in the last year. Anything to take the edge off. I don’t want her to know that I secretly want to see that s
exy man again.

  “I have no idea. He just started calling me that. It’s nothing. But I need to get this done so I can get this meeting over with. I need to prepare for the trial.” She nods and makes her way out of my office.

  I spend the next few minutes trying to talk myself out of going over to his house. I still remember how well that went for me last time. I have no good reason not to show up, so I grab my stuff and make my way to my car.

  On the way to Cason’s, I think back to what that biker said to me while at the courthouse. Should I tell Cason about that? Why would the guy care if the charges get dropped or not?

  When I pull up to Cason’s house, I decide the first thing I want to do is tell him about that. However, as soon as I knock on the door, he throws it open and pulls me inside. He closes the door and pushes me up against it.

  As soon as our lips touch, I am lost. I forget about everything I needed to tell him and am so far under his spell, I barely remember my own name. He trails kisses along my neck, then unbuttons my shirt.

  My nipples become hard, leaving no doubt about what he does to me. My hands run down his chest and straight for his belt. I am throwing caution to the wind, and I couldn’t care less about the consequences.

  Cason pulls my shirt down my arms and unhooks my bra with ease. After discarding it, I see him staring at my breasts. They are probably smaller than he’s used to, but it's what I was blessed with.

  He reaches around me, still kissing everywhere he can. Pulling the zipper down on my skirt, he slides it and my panties down my body. I can feel myself growing wetter in anticipation. His groan as he takes in the sight of my body makes me hotter than I’ve ever been before. I want to fuck him so bad right now.

  He lifts me up with ease, which is hard for most men I’ve met. I’m not exactly a size zero.

  I am proud of my body and I love my curves, so being a size eight makes me feel beautiful. If a man can’t handle my curves, it's his loss.

  Pushing me back against the door, he attacks my mouth and I kiss him back with the same determination. Holding me up with one arm, he unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his jeans. He pulls them down just enough for his cock to spring out. In one smooth thrust, he enters me, and I can’t help but scream out in pleasure and slight pain. He’s bigger than any other man I’ve been with so it takes some getting used to.

  I grip his shoulders as he continues to thrust into me. “Oh, fuck…,” I groan, digging my fingers into his back. He pulls a nipple into his mouth and sucks on it, gently biting, then takes the other into his mouth.

  “Damn. I knew your pussy would be good, but I didn’t expect it to milk my cock the way it is. Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight.” He grunts as he continues to thrust inside me at just the right angle.

  “Oh, god,” I whimper. It feels so damn good. Sex has never felt this good before.

  I reach down to my pussy and rub my clit. I hear him growl, but I’m too far gone to stop what I’m doing. I feel my body shatter around his cock. “Fuck, Cason!” I scream out. He continues his assault on my pussy until he pulls out and comes all over his stomach.

  Oh shit. We didn’t use protection. He could have a million different diseases. I don’t even know what to think. I release my legs and slide down his muscular body. He is built in all the right places, and I want to run my tongue over every muscle.

  Shit. I need to stop thinking about that. I need to get it together.

  Chapter Eleven

  Holy fuck. That wasn’t supposed to happen! I know I told her I was going to fuck her, but I didn’t know it was going to be like that. Every time I touch her, I want to own her.

  Fuck. I wait for her to slide down my body. As soon as she gets close to my dick, it automatically jerks in reaction. My plan of fucking her and getting rid of her just blew up in my face. My body is craving another release and it wants to be inside her when it happens.

  I pull up my jeans and lead Henley into the master bedroom, then drag her into my bathroom. I pick her up to set her on the counter. She doesn’t look me in the eyes, and I don’t know how to judge this situation. On one hand, I want to fuck her again; on the other, I need to get away. I refuse to let myself get close to someone who could be ripped out of my life like Avie was. I can’t go through that heartbreak again.

  I grab a washcloth from the cabinet and wet it with warm water. Henley is looking everywhere but at me. Part of me wants it this way, but the other part wants to force her to look at me like she did earlier today. I wipe my come off her body, then do the same for myself. I can’t believe I forgot a condom. It’s been years since I went bare, and I still can’t believe I did it without thinking about it.

  Avie was the last girl I slept with without protection. I did use protection with Selena, but I later found out she poked holes in the condoms so she would get pregnant.

  When I found that out, I wanted to murder that stupid bitch. Only one good thing came from that relationship and it was my little girl. She wouldn’t be here otherwise and I am grateful for that.

  “Cason, I need to tell you something,” she whispers, and I pause. This can’t be good. I just hope she isn’t going to tell me about being in love with me or something. I wait for her to continue as I run through all the possible scenarios in my mind.

  “When I was leaving the courthouse, a guy came to my car and told me to lose your case.” She stops talking, looking into my eyes. “Please know I would never do that. I won’t let a little thug try and scare me.”

  “Who was it?” I growl. I’m pissed that someone would even try and talk to her. I don’t know where this possessiveness is coming from, but I want to snap his fucking neck.

  She shakes her head. “I have no idea, but he took off on a bike and was wearing a leather vest. Kinda like the one you wear.” She looks at me with a determination I usually only see in my men. I love it and I have to force myself to keep from attacking her again.

  “What else did he tell you?” She looks hesitant. I watch her rub her arms, so I go into the bedroom and grab one of my shirts for her to wear.

  Handing it to her, I watch her tits move as she pulls it over her head. Her body is so fucking perfect, I want to spend the rest of the night memorizing every inch of it. Instead, I grab my phone and dial Nick.

  “Yeah?” he says on the third ring.

  “Hey, brother. Henley got a visit from another club earlier. They want her to throw the case.” As I wait for his reply, I pull her to my chest and hear her take a deep breath. She’s scared, but she is keeping a strong front for me. I feel her breath on my chest and it automatically gets a rise out of my dick.

  “Cason, how do you want to play this? I know you like this girl, so tell me what you need me to do.”

  Dammit, he can read me like a book. Hell, he’s always been able to see right through me, which is probably why we’ve been best friends for so long.

  "Figure out who it was and take care of the threat. I won't stand for those fuckers coming anywhere near her or the club."

  I hear Nick throwing out a few orders to the men and I instantly feel a little better about the situation. We say our goodbyes and I turn my attention back to Henley.

  "Hen, come on. Let’s go to bed. I have plenty more things I want to do to your body." Her cheeks turn a rosy color.

  I lift her off the counter and walk to my bed. It's been a long time since I shared a bed with a woman, but I can't help telling her to stay.

  "Cason, I don't know about this. We have to work together, and this is nothing more than a one-time thing. I should probably go."

  She gets up off my bed and tries to walk past me. Grabbing her arm, I spin her around and lean her over the bed.

  "You sure you want to leave, angel? I really want you to stay tonight." I feel her breathing change as I kneel down behind her.

  I spread her pussy lips and run my tongue along her. I hear her moan as I spear my tongue into her core. Fuck, she tastes so good. I could feast on her all night. I f
eel her pushing back on me and I know I've got her right where I want her. I nibble on her clit and I hear her gasping for air. I'm fucking hard as a rock and I need to get inside her again.

  When I release her clit from my mouth, I kiss my way up her body and push her even further into the mattress. As I slam into her needy core, I can't help but groan.

  "So tight," I moan. After she gets used to my size again, she starts to thrust in time with me, and I can feel her body tightening up. I pull out and she huffs in frustration.

  "Cason…,” she growls.

  I can’t help but smirk. "No, Henley. You don't want to listen, so I won't finish you off.” I watch her huff for a few minutes before she tries to get up and leave.

  Holding her down, I whisper in her, “Angel, I’ll give you what you want if you stay with me tonight.” Reaching a hand down her ass to her sweet pussy, I run my fingers along her slit and slowly sink a finger into her hot core. “The choice is yours.” I swirl my fingers in her pussy before removing them and placing them in my mouth. “Mmm,” I moan, sucking her juices off each of my fingers.

  She turns and looks at me, a smug look on her face. I cock my head to the side and watch her. She reaches her hand down to her pussy and begins to finger herself. Oh fuck. My hand instantly goes to my dick. I can’t help but jack off to the sight of her playing with herself. Her moans fill the room and I move her hand out of the way. There is no way she is going to be coming on anything other than my cock but, damn, that was a fucking sight to see.

  I close the distance between us and thrust my cock into her willing pussy.

  “Oh god,” she whimpers. I continue to thrust into her until I feel her walls clamp down like a vise. Once she rides out her orgasm, I pound into her even harder until I release inside her.

  “Fuck!” I shout out. This girl's pussy is fucking addicting and I can’t seem to let her leave. As we are coming down from our orgasms, I whisper in her ear, “You're staying tonight.”