Wayward Beginning (Wayward Saints MC Book 3)

by Renee, K

  Her voice is quiet, but determined. She doesn't know that once I find a really good girl to keep by my side, I don't want to mess with any of the whores.

  Hell, look at Nick and Brantley. Those two would rather die than lose the women they love. Shit, before I lost Avie, I felt the same way. For the first time in years, Henley is making me feel that way again.

  I smile at her and nuzzle my face into her neck. "Henley, when I make you mine, there will be no sharing. You’re mine and I'm yours. That's it.”

  I sneak a peek at her face and I see her eyes light up. She wraps her arms around my neck. "Does this mean I get to work with you on the case again?" she asks with a devious smile.

  I nod and lick my lips. Her eyes zero in on my tongue, and I can't help but smile.

  "Good, because I can see us having some long nights ahead of us,” she smirks.

  I lick her top lip. “Oh, yeah?"

  She nods, biting her lip. Her eyes are still glassy, but I’m glad she’s getting her sassy side back. I kiss her until we’re both breathless, then tuck her into my body and close my eyes. I feel her sigh and kiss my chest.

  Her grip around my neck tightens, almost like she's afraid I'll disappear.

  "Sleep, babe. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."

  She sighs and cuddles into me even more. First thing tomorrow, I’m going to find out who’s trailing her.

  Chapter Fourteen

  When Brantley forced me to go to Cason's after we found the note on my car, I had no idea his daughter would be there. Brantley promised to make sure no one else would see the note. The minute I saw Cason, I knew I wouldn't be able to keep the tears at bay any longer. As soon as we walked inside, the tears wanted to fall. I steeled my expression for as long as I could, but when I saw the camera, I thought I was going to be sick.

  I hurried into the bathroom and tried to compose myself.

  In all my time working as a lawyer, I have never been so terrified of a nasty message. Whoever this person was had a private photo of Cason and me. Who knows how many copies are out there right now. Who is stupid enough to sneak into this house to take a photo? Surely not anyone I want to know.

  "Henley, are you okay, sweets?" I hear through the door.

  I don't know why, but this makes me cry even more. I've never had anyone care about how I was feeling before. Well, not since my parents died. I went to college to make them proud, but they died before I could graduate. I just hope they are proud of my accomplishments.

  "Yeah, I'll be fine," I reply, sniffling.

  I hear someone else by the door. It kind of sounds like Brantley, but I'm not sure. They are whispering something to each other, but I'm just glad they aren't talking to me.

  "Henley, if you need anything, call me. I am more than happy to just listen,” she says before walking away.

  Could I really open up to Cason's daughter like that? Would it be weird?

  After a few minutes of silence, I hear someone walking towards the bathroom. When the door opens, I sniffle and wipe the tears from my eyes. Cason looks unsure of what to say, but just having him with me makes me feel better.

  "Cason…," I whisper.

  It's the only word I can get out. He walks into the bathroom and kneels beside me. I probably look like a mess, but he doesn't seem put off by it.

  When I start to cry again, he wraps his strong arms around me and I bury my face into his chest. I hate showing how weak I am, but there is nothing I can do to stop the tears. I'm terrified someone is going to come after me. What will happen if Cason isn't there to protect me?

  "Hen, I won't let anyone hurt you."

  I want to believe him, but I don’t know how. I just pray he will be around when the time comes.

  Once my tears stop falling, he picks me up and carries me into his room. When he starts to leave, my heart breaks. I want to cling to him like he's the last breath in me. I know it's not fair, but I'm not ready for him to leave my side just yet.

  I grab his shirt and ask him to stay with me. When he does and wraps his arms around me, I feel the safest I've ever felt in my life.

  The next morning, I wake up to Cason's impressive erection poking my stomach, his arms wrapped around me. I try to wiggle out of his arms so I can use the restroom, but he just tightens his hold and groans.

  "Angel, if you don't stop wiggling against my dick, I won't be responsible for what happens next."

  I smirk and run my hands down his stomach. When I wrap my fingers around his cock, it jumps to attention. I can't help the little moan that slips out of my mouth.

  "You just gonna tease me, baby, or are you gonna get to work?" he says with a crooked smile. He releases me and I slink down his body. When I come face to face with the smooth tip of his cock, I can't help but lick my lips in anticipation. I swipe my tongue over the head and collect the bead of come gathering at the tip.

  I swirl my tongue around him before I take him in my mouth. I never imagined myself wanting to do this for a man, but Cason makes me want to do crazy things. I take him as deep as I can without gagging. When the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat, I moan. I'm getting so turned on. His hands wrap themselves in my hair and he pulls me even harder onto his cock with each thrust of his hips.

  "Fuck, Henley,” he groans.

  I relish in the power I have over him right at this moment. He thrusts his hips up as I take his whole length into my mouth.

  "Fuck, baby. I don't want to come in your mouth,” he says through gritted teeth.

  I continue to bob my head, but he pulls me off of his cock and drags me up his body. His mouth seeks mine, kissing me passionately. The only thing I can think about after the kiss is wanting his cock inside me.

  Before I can even tell him what I want, he thrusts inside of me. We both moan in appreciation. I've had sex before, but it has never felt this good. He uses his thumb to rub my clit, as I slam my hips back down on him. He knows exactly where to touch to get me crazy with lust. He kisses down my chest and I can't help the moan that slips out of my mouth.

  He thrusts into me with even strokes, making me want to fall apart. When his finger starts to travel towards my ass, I start to tense up. I've never had anything there and I don't want anything to ever go there. His finger trails back up and he dips it inside me to get some of my wetness. He kisses me as his finger moves back to my ass. When he pushes his finger into my puckered hole, I can't help but jerk in response.

  "Henley, just relax,” he whispers against my lips.

  I take a deep breath and relax as much as I can. When I feel him move his finger back to my ass, I try to breathe through the initial pain. At first, it feels so weird, almost like it won’t fit. As he moves his finger a bit, stretching me out, I start to feel my orgasm coming on.

  Holy shit. I never knew that would feel as good as it does. He starts to thrust into me again in tandem with his finger. I can feel my walls tightening around his cock, and I groan out his name.

  Everything feels so good, I'm not sure how much more I can take. He nips along my chest and moans when I rotate my hips on his cock. His free hand grips my hip hard and my release takes over all of my actions. I grind into his him, and he moans out his release. I've never been able to come at the same time as a man, and it feels amazing. This is a high I surely want to relive over and over again.

  He slowly pulls his finger from my ass and pulls me down for a long kiss.

  When he breaks away, I lay my head on his chest and try to catch my breath.

  After a few minutes, he starts to draw on my back with his fingertip. "Shit, girl. That is definitely a nice way to wake up."

  I giggle and pull myself up, looking at him. "Yes, it was. Now, I have to pee." I slide off of his cock and slip out of bed.

  Once I pee, I wash my hands, then rinse out my mouth with the mouthwash in his bathroom. When I’m done, I stand in the doorway and watch Cason staring at his phone. He looks pissed.

  When I walk into the room, he motions me t
o come back to bed. I slide under the covers and cuddle into Cason’s side. Glancing at his phone, I see why he’s so upset.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Just when I thought I was finally rid of having to deal with Anslie’s mom, she finds a way to slither her way back into my life. She’s like a fucking disease and I can’t shake her. I can tell Henley is curious to who Selena is, but I don’t want them to have anything to do with each other.

  Selena: Cason, I need your help. Please, you owe me that much.

  Me: Bitch, I don’t owe you fucking shit. You did nothing but fuck up our daughter’s life. So fuck you.

  Selena: I know what he did to my husband. If you want me to keep the secret, you better help me.

  Me: You want to fucking threaten me and my club? Bring it on, you stupid cunt.

  After a few minutes, my phone rings. Hitting the ANSWER button, I don’t even say hello.

  “Cason, I haven’t asked you for anything. The least you can do is help me. Your club is responsible for Steve’s death and I will collect,” she huffs out. This bitch is fucking stupid. Like I would really do anything for her. She’s the whole fucking reason Anslie had a bad childhood. Shit, that bastard deserved a fucking bullet for what he did to my daughter. Brant snapping his neck did him a favor. I would have done a whole lot worse if I got my hands on him.

  “Are you really that stupid to think I’d do anything for you? Bitch, you made our daughter’s life a living hell. You brought that motherfucker into her life and I’m damn glad Brantley put him down like the fucking dog he was.”

  I can feel Henley tense up next to me. She places her head in my lap, which helps me calm down a bit. Running my fingers through her curly brown hair puts me at ease.

  “You fucking took my support away from me. How the hell am I supposed to get by now, you asshole!”

  I don’t know what I ever saw in this bitch. She is getting on my last fucking nerve.

  “Bitch, how the fuck is that my problem? We ain’t together anymore, and I will not fucking support your drug habits. Hell, I won’t ever support your whore ass again. For sixteen years, I gave you money every month and you wouldn’t even spend any of it on our kid. Go find yourself a new victim and sink your claws into that poor bastard.”

  I hit the END CALL button and throw the phone to the end of my bed. That fucking whore is crazy if she thinks I’m going to do shit for her.

  “Cason?”

  I look down at Henley lying in my lap. Fuck, this woman is beautiful. I run my fingers along her jaw. “Yeah, angel?”

  “Was that your ex-wife?”

  I laugh. “Baby, that bitch is nothing but a whore. She never held my last name.” I look into her eyes. “That was Anslie’s mother. The only good thing that bitch gave me was my daughter.”

  She looks at me, nodding. “Will you tell me about your kids?”

  I smile at her. Nobody has ever wanted to know about my kids. All bitches want from me is status. Henley wants to know me, the real me.

  I nod. “I have four boys and a girl. Anslie is the little girl I always wanted. I just hate that she has a bitch of a mother. My boys’ mother was the first girl I ever fell in love with. Hell, she was everything to me. She died when the boys were young, and it was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to deal with. From oldest to youngest, I have Dominic, Robbie, Raef, Bentley, and Anslie.”

  I see a smile form on her face. “What about you, angel. You have any kids?”

  She shakes her head, but I can see that she wants to be a mother. Maybe she just never met the right man.

  “So why don’t you have any curly-haired babies running around? I’m sure you’d make a great mother.”

  “I don’t know. I’ve wanted to be a mother for as long as I can remember, but life just got in the way. I got my degree and started working as a lawyer, and I just never had the time to look for the right guy.” She looks away.

  “Are kids something you still want?”

  I’m curious. Plus, I’m sure any kid she has would be smart and beautiful, just like her.

  “Yeah, I think so,” she hesitantly states.

  I nod. “Kids are the best gift in this life. They are probably my greatest accomplishment.”

  I lean down and kiss her head. I hear my phone beep, but I ignore it. Everything else can wait. I am exactly where I want to be.

  Chapter Sixteen

  After our talk about kids, we spend a lazy rest of the day with sex, food, and movies. I don’t remember the last time I spent so much time with a man, let alone in bed with one. Cason is making me feel things I’ve never felt before. By the end of the day, I’m full and sated.

  Cason tells me he wants me to stay the night, but I have to fight him on it. I have no clothes or paperwork for the office tomorrow, and I have a ton of work still to do before tomorrow morning.

  He says he doesn’t want to sleep alone, and I am starting to feel the same way. Reluctantly, I get dressed and tell him I need to go home. Once I get to my apartment, I wish I would have stayed with Cason. There is a note taped to my door. Opening it, I see unfamiliar handwriting.

  Henley,

  I tried to warn you, but you don’t seem to listen.

  I will only tell you once more that Cason is mine.

  He will see that you’re worthless and can’t please

  him the way I can. Stay the fuck away from him.

  I gasp. Oh, my god. They know where I live now? I start to panic and grab my phone. Hitting Cason’s contact info, I wait for him to answer.

  “Hey, babe. You miss me already?” he says with a laugh. If I wasn’t freaking out, I would probably laugh, too.

  I check the hall before I walk into my apartment and lock the door behind me.

  “Cason…” I can’t get the words out. What if whoever wrote the note is in my apartment?

  “Henley, what’s wrong?” By the tone in his voice, I can tell he’s starting to worry.

  “There’s a note on my door. I’m scared. What do I do?”

  I can’t believe someone is threatening me. Who the hell does that? I know Cason is damn good in bed, but to threaten someone over him is crazy, isn’t it?

  “Henley, grab what you need for tomorrow and come over.”

  I can hear Cason, but I’m not paying attention to anything he’s saying. Instead, I am looking around my apartment to make sure nothing is different.

  “Henley!” he yells.

  “Sorry. I was making sure nothing was moved around.” I make my way into my room and grab an overnight bag.

  “Hen, I’m on my way.” He hangs up before I can say anything back to him.

  I grab a few things I need for the morning, as well as some pajamas. Making my way back into the living room, I notice my photos are moved around. Just as I’m about to take a closer look at them, there is a knock at the door, causing me to jump.

  Slowly walking over to the door, I look through the peephole. I see Cason standing at the door, a pissed off expression on his face. “You okay?” he asks, looking me over.

  “Yeah, just a little shaken up. Who would put a threatening note on my door?” I ask, shaking my head. He pulls me into his chest, making me feel better.

  “I don’t know, baby, but I’ll find out and make sure they never come near you again.” I wrap my arms around his waist. I can tell he’s scanning the room behind me.

  “Anything moved or missing?” he asks.

  I nod and point to the photos I have lining the top of my fireplace. “They are in a different order than I had them.”

  “Did you pack like I asked?”

  I nod and continue to look around my apartment. When Cason releases me, I grab my bag and my briefcase. “For how long will I be gone?” I ask him.

  “Few days. You’re not coming back unless it’s safe. You can stay with me as long as you want,” he replies with a smirk.

  I want to smack the smirk off of his face sometimes. I don’t want to have to depend on him, but I’m afraid to st
ay here alone right now. Someone was in my apartment. Who knows what else they’ve done?

  I grab a few more things and tell him I’m ready to go. He takes my bag and tosses it over one shoulder, wraps his other arm around me, and leads me out the door.

  Once we make it back to Cason’s, he immediately gets on his phone and makes a bunch of calls. I watch him pace the living room and cuss into the phone more times than I can count. He seems to be getting even more pissed as the calls continue.

  When he finally sets his phone down, I see the tension in his shoulders. When he sits down next to me on the couch, I move and start to massage his shoulders.

  “Holy fuck, babe. That feels amazing,” he groans as I knead my fingers into his muscles. I spend the next ten minutes working out all of his tightness. I can feel his body relax. I love knowing I did that for him.

  “You ready for bed, angel?” he asks, running his fingers up and down my thigh. I lean down and kiss his neck in response. He moans and pulls me up and over his shoulder. He carries me to his bed and tosses me on it. I know exactly what comes next. My panties get wet just thinking about all the things he’s about to do to my body.

  I watch him take off his jeans and boots first. God, I love staring at his body. His shirt hits the floor next, and I think I’m about to die of sexual frustration.

  I watch the way his powerful body ripples with each movement he makes. He reaches for me and pulls me to the end of the bed, wasting no time peeling my jeans off. Grabbing my hands, he pulls me up, taking my shirt off with care. Reaching around, he unhooks my bra and slowly slides it down my arms.

  For a biker, I am amazed at how gentle he is.

  When I am naked, he roams his eyes over my body. I can feel my pussy tingle with the thought of what comes next. When he smirks, I know I’m going to love every minute of our night together.