Wayward Beginning (Wayward Saints MC Book 3)

by Renee, K

  Chapter Seventeen

  I wake up the next morning to an alarm blaring in my ear and Cason’s hard-on against my ass. Looking at my phone, I gasp and sit up. 7:45 am. Holy shit, I’m going to be late for work! I jump out of bed and almost trip over our clothes in a pile on the floor.

  As fast as I can, I shower and brush my teeth. I can’t believe I woke up late. Cason wore me out last night. We made love for hours and still couldn’t get enough of each other. We stayed up way too late, but it was worth it.

  Once I get dressed and manage to get my hair looking somewhat decent, I see Cason lying on one arm, the sheets barely covering him, watching me with interest.

  “Sorry for making so much noise,” I say. I didn’t mean to wake him up this early.

  I can see his cock starting to strain against the sheets. As much as I would love to do that again, I know I need to get to work.

  “Naw, babe, you didn’t wake me up. I was just admiring you while you got ready. I’ve never seen a woman get ready as fast as you just did,” he chuckles.

  He motions for me to come to him and I walk over. He kisses me on the lips. I want nothing more than to get back in bed with him, but I break the kiss and pull away. He grabs my wrist before I can get away.

  “Hen, be careful. Call me if you need anything.”

  I nod. “Will I see you in court later?” I ask, grabbing the rest of my stuff.

  “Yeah, babe. I’ll be there.”

  We say our goodbyes and I make my way to my car. Shit, my body hurts in places I never knew possible. I can’t keep the smile off my face as I get in and drive away.

  As soon as I pull up to the building, I grab my stuff and make my way inside. Not paying attention, I almost run into Sarah. I don’t know what it is about her that makes me want to punch her, but she always seems to be trying to outdo me in some weird competition. I don’t have the slightest idea why she thinks we are trying to compete. Word around the office is she is trying to be Sutter’s go-to lawyer, but she loses more cases than she wins. She just plain sucks at her job.

  Right now, I have the best non-conviction rate at the firm. It’s not because I am competing, but I also don’t take my job lightly. I am hired to win and I will do what it takes to ensure my client stays out of jail.

  “Hey, Henley!” she says as sweetly as she can muster. I bet that was hard for her.

  “Good morning, Sarah,” I coldly reply. I really don’t care if she likes me or not. Personally, I just hope she stops talking to me.

  “You’re late this morning. Who would have thought that the golden girl would show up late? Did you have a late night getting plowed by the bikers?” she spits out.

  “Plowed by bikers?” I ask with a fake surprised expression. She really thinks she got me with her elementary school insult.

  She just smirks and doesn’t say anything else. This girl is something else. I smile to myself and shock her with my next statement.

  “Well, I did get plowed by one biker last night. Let me tell you. He really knows how to make a girl curse the Lord’s name in vain. My god, he gave me so many orgasms, I lost count after five.” That isn’t a lie. Cason really knows how to work me over.

  I watch her mouth drop open as she tries to think of something to say, but I just smile and walk right past her.

  When I get to my office, Nikki is waiting for me. Great. Just what I need first thing this morning.

  “Henley!” she says in a way too excited voice for this early in the morning. I haven’t had coffee yet and I can barely function without it. I say hello to her and make my way into the kitchen to grab a cup.

  As soon as I turn around, Nikki is standing right there, a smile on her face. “So, I stopped by your place last night and you weren’t there. Were you with a certain MC President?”

  “Yes, I was,” I say, trying not to let anything else out.

  Her actions and facial features don’t match up. She is acting happy, but I can tell by the look on her face that she is anything but.

  By the end of the morning, Nikki and I have talked about Cason in such detail, I can't help but blush. Once Nikki gets all the details she wants, I watch as she makes her way back to her office.

  I spend the next hour going over the case files again for the Wayward Saints’ case. Cason is counting on me to get the guys off for this bogus crime and I definitely don't want to disappoint him.

  About an hour before I have to be in court, I get a text message.

  Cason: My dick is hard as a rock thinking about you.

  Me: ;) I'm sure you'll be fine.

  Cason: Fuck no, I won't. I need you now.

  I can't help the blush that creeps up my neck and face at his message. Just as I'm about to text him back with something sexy of my own, the door to my office swings open. Looking up, I see a sinfully sexy Cason stalking towards me like he's dying of thirst and I'm a tall glass of water.

  Leaning over my desk, he pulls my face to his and devours my lips. Hell, I don't even care that the door to my office is wide open and people are probably gawking at us. He kisses me with such passion, every logical thought I've ever had flies out the door.

  When we finally break apart, I hear someone clear his throat behind us. When I look at Cason, he has a grin on his handsome face. Looking over his shoulder, I see Sutter standing there with a pissed off expression. He looks ready to murder and I have no idea why. I tuck my face into the crook of Cason's neck and I can feel his body vibrate with silent laughter.

  "Cason,” I hear from the doorway.

  "Yeah, Sutter?" he replies without even looking at him.

  "Can we talk for a second?"

  Cason looks down at me for a second before whispering against my hair, "When I come back, I'm fucking you on your desk."

  He licks my ear, then pulls away and follows Sutter out of the room.

  Oh, my god. I try to reign in my emotions, but my panties are soaked and I am horny as hell. I can't wait for Cason to come back into my office.

  Chapter Eighteen

  As hard as my dick is right now, I really don't want to be spending any time with Sutter. All I can think about is fucking my girl against her desk. I follow Sutter to his office, and as soon as I walk through the door, he closes it behind me.

  "What are you doing with Henley Reid?" he asks. His words are dripping with jealously.

  "What the fuck does it matter to you? We’re both grown adults. We can do as we fucking please,” I spit back at him.

  I watch him shake his head and start to pace the room. Something is going on with him and if it has anything to do with my girl, I will crush hm.

  "I respect you and your club, but I can't watch you destroy her. She deserves a good man."

  I snort and laugh. "Like you?" He looks at me in shock. "Yeah, motherfucker. I see the way you look at her. I'm not fucking blind. You watch her like she's prey. You fucking touch her and you will have to deal with me. I know your history together. If you try it again, you'll wish you never met me."

  His face pales at my threat. He must have thought she would keep that little detail to herself.

  "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have plans before the hearing."

  I walk past him, bumping my shoulder into him. Making my way back to Henley's office, I notice everybody gawking at me. I couldn’t care less about what any of these fuckers think. I’m six-foot-one, tatted, and in my fifties. I stay in shape and eat right to ensure I look good. Some in the office look terrified; others look like at me like I am a celebrity.

  I make my way into Henley’s office and shut the door behind me. Turning the lock, I look over at her and see the lust in her eyes. I still can't believe I found this woman.

  I stride over to her and pull her out of her chair. I lean her against her desk and trail kisses down the back of her neck. I hear her moan quietly and I instantly get hard. Fuck. I bend her over even further until her chest and hands are now flat on her desk.

  Running my hands down her back, I wa
tch her wiggle her ass. Sliding my hands down to the edge of her skirt, I hike it up so her perfect ass is visible. She has a scrap of lace on and I can't wait to rip it off her. Her breath hitches as I bend down and kiss my way up her legs, taking a deep breath of her arousal. She smells so good, it should be a sin.

  I run my tongue along her panties and she bucks her hips back into me. I run my finger along her wetness, then grip her panties in my hand.

  When I start to yank them off her, she turns her head towards me. "Don't you dare rip my panties. I have to be in court in thirty minutes."

  I smirk and rip them away from her perfect body anyway. Knowing she's going to be pantyless all afternoon turns me on.

  Her gasp makes me laugh. She should know better than to tell me what to do. I take her panties and hold them up to my nose. Taking a deep breath, I watch her squirm a little. I shove her ripped panties into my pocket and run my hands over her ass.

  I undo my belt and jeans, dropping them just enough to pull my cock out and slam into her. She lurches forward and I can't help but grin. She gives as good as she gets, and right now is no exception. She grinds her ass into my cock as I thrust into her needy cunt, reaching around to rub her clit.

  Her breathy moans make it almost impossible to keep from coming. Taking my free hand, I grab her tit and massage it. When I pinch her nipple, I feel her pussy clench me harder than ever before.

  "Oh god," she whimpers.

  Chuckling, I continue to thrust inside of her until we come together.

  "Holy shit,” I state, leaning forward. For the first time, I feel my age catching up to me.

  I pull her up with me and take a seat in her chair. Still connected, I feel my dick twitch at the movement. He's ready to go again, but I know she probably wants to get cleaned up for court.

  Slowly, she rises out of my lap, my cock slipping from her sweet pussy. I groan when she bends over to grab a tissue to clean up our mess. She runs her hands down her skirt to smooth it out, while I tuck myself back into my jeans.

  She leans against her desk and faces me. With a smirk on her face, I can't help but want to kiss the shit out of her. "Although I loved what just happened, what are you doing here? I thought we were meeting at the courthouse."

  I crook my finger at her, motioning for her to come and sit down in my lap. When she does, she leans back against my chest, and I wrap my arms around her. She fits against me perfectly and I want nothing more than to keep her like this forever.

  "Well, for one, I wanted to see you; two, I don't want you going anywhere without someone to protect you; and three, I don't want whomever is leaving you notes to come after you." I still haven’t figured it out. The number was a burner phone and we have no way to trace it.

  I feel her sigh and sink into my body more. "Do you think whoever is coming after me is gonna hurt me?"

  Hell, I don't know how to answer that without making her upset, so I just give her the truth. "I don't know, babe. Your guess is as good as mine, but I don't want to take any chances."

  She sighs, then looks at her watch. "We need to get going. Traffic is a nightmare downtown this time of day.” I nod and help her stand.

  I watch her collect her things, then wrap an arm around her. We walk out of the office and to her car. I kiss her lips and help her inside before I watch her drive away.

  I see Sutter standing by the door, watching me, and I get a feeling. Is he the one sending Henley those notes?

  I straddle my bike and crank the engine, giving one more look to Sutter before pulling out of the parking lot, making it to the courthouse before Henley. I scan the area and see my VP pulling up on his bike. I watch him make his way towards me just as I see Henley pulling into the parking lot.

  "Hey, Prez,” he says, looking around the lot.

  "Hey, brother. How are things going at the club house?" I ask. I haven't been there since Brant brought Henley to my house.

  "Ehh, things are fine. You know how the boys are." He smirks before continuing, "You know, there's a lot of talk about the lawyer you've been fuckin'. Why don't you bring her by the club house, introduce her to the brothers?”

  I shake my head. I'm not sure how she's going to feel about going to the club house, but if we want to make things work between us, she will have to be willing to live this lifestyle with me. I watch her walk towards us, a huge smile on her face.

  "Yeah, I'll bring her by soon,” I say

  Nick smirks as he watches us. "Fuck, Cason. I can't remember the last time you looked at a girl like that. You sure as hell never looked at Selena that way."

  I can't help but laugh. "That's because that bitch was nothing but a whore. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. She called and threatened to out Brant for what he did to her asshole of a husband.”

  I watch him shake his head. "I'll fucking kill that bitch if she says anything about B. There is no way that bitch is getting him locked up."

  Hell, I agree, but we have to decide as a club. That’s club law.

  "We'll bring it up at church Friday,” I say as Henley finally reaches us. I kiss her roughly and pull her into me. She giggles when I release her mouth. I look over at Nick, who has a smile on his face.

  "Nice to see you again, sweetheart,” he says, seeing Brant and Anslie making their way towards us.

  "Hey, old man,” Brant says, hugging Nick.

  Anslie comes over to me and gives me a kiss on the cheek, then turns to Henley. "Hi, Henley,” she says with a smile and a hug.

  "Hi,” she squeaks out, clearly not expecting that.

  "Ans, have you heard from your mother?" I ask.

  She looks over at me with dread. I hate that I have to ask. She shakes her head, then wraps her arms around Brantley. He looks over at me with a questioning expression, but I wave him off. Now is definitely not the time to talk about that bitch.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Henley checks her watch, then says she needs to get inside. We follow her into the courtroom. After a few minutes, we all take our seats in the front row, right behind the boys.

  The bailiff leads my boys into the courtroom and I can see that they are pissed off. When they get close enough, I lean over the rail. “What’s wrong?”

  "Fuckin' pricks are trying to take us out. I got fucking cut yesterday in the yard. Jase got jumped the day before. Get us the fuck out of here." I look over at Jase. He has a split lip and a black eye.

  When Henley walks by, I grab her wrist, pulling her closer to me. "What's wrong?" she asks with concern.

  "Can you get them off today?"

  She looks at me, then over at the boys. "I think it is very possible that I can get the charges dropped. I have something that will possibly ruin the DA's case,” she says with a cheeky grin.

  I can't help but smile back at her. Just as I'm about to kiss her, the bailiff says, "All rise for the honorable Judge York."

  When Judge York walks in the courtroom, he instantly zeros in on Henley and me. I watch his lip curl in disgust, as I kiss her. Henley turns back towards the judge and we all sit when directed.

  We listen to the DA's statements and I can tell he's just making shit up now. He states my guys shot the guys from the other club. I know for a fact that my son was the only one who got a bullet lodged in him.

  "Miss Reid, please give your statement,” the judge says with a sneer.

  I watch Henley stand up and straighten her shirt. She walks towards the jury and looks each of them right in the eye. She instantly has them eating out of the palm her hand. Hell, even the DA is staring at her like she holds the damn cure for cancer. When Henley starts to talk about the video she got from Bentley, everyone in the room watches in awe. She is stating facts and making the cops look incompetent, which I agree with.

  After she talks about the video, she hits a button on a remote. I watch the screen light up and the video starts to play. Watching how those bastards set up my boys makes me see red all over again. I want to put fucking bullets in each one of the bastards. I w
atch one of them pull the trigger and put a bullet in my son’s left shoulder. Hell, if the motherfucker was in the same room as us right now, they would be locking me up.

  When the judge watches the video, I can see the vein in his neck pop out. He looks pissed that we have this video. After a few outbursts by the cops in the room, the judge gives me a look before dismissing all charges. He even states that the DA can’t come after the boys for this crime again. He orders the bailiff to release them, then stares at me. “I better not see either of you back in my courtroom. If I do, I will do everything in my power to make the charges stick next time.” He slams the gavel down and I see Anslie jump. Both Jase and Dom hug Henley, and I can see her start to loosen up around them. Maybe it won’t be so bad bringing her around the club house.

  Finally, we make our way outside. Just as I’m about to walk over to Henley, Anslie rushes over to her and throws her arms around her neck. “Thank you so much! You were amazing in there.”

  Henley hugs her back. She looks up at me and we lock eyes. Walking over, I wrap both my girls in a hug.

  “Daddy, I really like Henley. Don’t mess it up with her.” She winks at Henley, then walks over to hug her brother and Jase.

  “It looks like my daughter likes you,” I say, kissing her neck.

  She moans quietly and I can feel my dick starting to harden. The little sounds this woman makes are fucking killing my concentration.

  “VP, let’s get these boys home to celebrate!”

  “Thank fuck,” Jase says, Brant punching him in the arm.

  Anslie tries to check Jase’s eye, but he keeps swatting her hand away. “Jason!” she whines. After a few more swats, he finally gives in to her.

  “Dad, I need to stop by my place first,” Dom says with a small smile.

  He must want to go see his ol’ lady and get some ass. I tell him to go ahead, Anslie offering to take him home. I say goodbye to my kids and kiss Henley.

  “Jase, you need a ride to the club house?”