Deviant Bahavior (The Wild Ones Book 1)

by K. Renee

  Her and Mason are the best things to happen to me since the band.

  Chapter 30

  Jericho

  Not hearing from Wren the rest of the night, I decided on spending a little time alone. Mason just went down for bed and I know that in a few hours he’ll be crying again, but I don’t mind. I love being his mom. I never thought I would say that, but it’s the truth.

  I love that little boy more than he’ll ever know and I hate seeing him grow so quickly. Part of me wants him to stay a baby forever, while the other part can’t wait to watch him grow up to be an amazing man one day.

  Just as I lean back on the sofa, I hear an alarm beep in the kitchen. Getting up, I grab the pair of scissors off the coffee table and hold them out in front of me. I know that the security guys are probably right outside and that I should trust that they will protect me, but I can’t.

  As I make my way through the living room into the kitchen, I see a guy with their back to me. When he turns around, I can’t help but squeal and launch myself at him. Wrapping my arms around him, I kiss him like it’s been years since we’ve seen each other.

  Wren picks me up and walks us over to the counter where he sets me down and slides between my thighs.

  “Fuck, you don’t know how good it is to see you right now.” I cup his face and grin before pressing my lips to his once more.

  “What are you even doing here? I thought you still had a few weeks left of the tour.” He nods and looks to the floor. “What happened?” I ask when he doesn’t say anything.

  My eyes scan over her features and I can see the frown marring his beautiful face. Something happened and I think I know what.

  “Nothing that matters right now. The only thing I want to do right now is kiss my boy goodnight and take you to bed. Everything else can wait.”

  The look in his eyes is one that I don’t question. He’s got that sexy demanding look going on and a thrill runs through my body just at the thought of what’s to come.

  The other night while we were talking, he told me a few things that he wanted to try out and I was so ready for those things to happen then and there. My body has been craving him and now it’s going to get exactly what it’s wanting.

  He pulls me off the counter and grabs my hand, dragging me to Mason’s room without a whole lot of effort. It’s not like I’m going to say no after all these months of no sex. I can’t even count how many times I’ve got off on a vibrator while thinking about all that is Wren Scott.

  I watch from the doorway as he stares down into Mason’s crib and says something to him that I can’t make out. He stands there for a few minutes before he smiles and leans in to kiss his forehead. The sight before me is probably my favorite one. Seeing how much he loves that little boy is the best gift I could ever ask for.

  When Wren turns back to me, he gives me a grin before stalking to me. He picks me up and shuts the door to Mason’s room before carrying me to his bed. As he lays me down, I can’t help but whimper at the loss of him. I want his body pressed up against mine right now and I know that it isn’t going to happen how I want it to.

  As he walks away, I can’t help but get up on my elbows and watch the way his ass moves when he walks. He’s wearing the same tight, ripped jeans that I’ve seen on him in photos at concerts. The only thing he’s missing is the mask.

  “So tonight, do I get Trigger instead of Wren?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.

  He turns to face me and when his grin widens, I have to squeeze my thighs together. He is so damn sexy.

  “Which do you want? The rocker that takes it any way he can get it or the guy who likes to give it rough?”

  I think about that long and hard. “Can I get both?” I give him a deviant little grin and he opens the drawer he’s standing in front of.

  He grabs something from there and walks back toward me. As soon as he goes to reach for my sweats, I put my foot on his stomach, halting him. He gives me a look that I know means that I’m in trouble for stopping him, but I’m okay with that.

  “Jer.” His voice is husky and God, it is the hottest thing ever.

  “Wait,” I whisper.

  My eyes scan over his body and my eyes stop on the new ink on his forearm. I knew he had a lot of ink before, but this is definitely new. Sitting up, I grab his arm and pull it closer to me. He doesn’t say a word as I run my fingers along it.

  Mason Sebastian

  The name is right under a picture of his little footprint and I melt a little inside. I can feel myself start to get choked up and just as I’m about to say something, he puts his finger to my lips.

  “I got it after I left. One of the nurses was nice enough to let me have a footprint so I could get this done. While we were in Vegas, I stopped and got the ink done before we went to the next city. I didn’t want to leave town without him and now he will always be with me no matter where I go.”

  Tears fall down my cheeks and he wipes them away with his thumbs. “Why are you crying?”

  I give him a watery grin because I’ve never heard a sweeter thing than that before. “You are amazing,” I whisper when I finally get myself under control.

  He leans down and presses his lips to mine, grinding against my pussy. My hands slide under his shirt and I start to pull it up his body. Once I get it off of him and toss it on the ground behind him, I run my hands up his muscled back.

  One of his hands moves up my body to cup my tit before he gives it a squeeze. His mouth makes its way down my neck to my cleavage and it takes him no time at all to pull my tank top off of me, tossing it to the ground without a second thought. This is what I’ve missed. Him paying special attention to every inch of my body before he fucks me until I can no longer remember how to breathe or think.

  “So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs against my skin as he continues to kiss his way down my body.

  His fingers slide into the waistband of my sweats and I let him start to pull them down. Raising my ass off the bed with my feet, I shiver as his mouth follows the path of his hands.

  The minute his mouth latches onto my clit, my back arches off the bed and I gasp out in surprise.

  “Oh God,” I moan when he adds a finger inside of me.

  I grab the back of his head and my fingers dig into his scalp.

  He continues to work me up until I can barely see straight, but it doesn’t stop him from working me over. Just as I’m about to fall apart, he pulls away from me and looks down at me with hooded eyes. He gives me that damn smirk he does so well and grabs something off the bed. Just as I’m about to say something, he grabs my leg and flips me over. I fall slightly off the bed, but he catches me and presses me into the mattress.

  “I’ve missed you,” he whispers against my neck.

  I can feel his fingers moving over my back and before I can even say anything to him, he presses something against my ass. He spreads my ass cheeks and he continues to probe me with whatever it is in his hand.

  I feel something cold hit my ass and I push back into his body.

  “Don’t move,” he growls.

  My body goes ramrod straight and I wait for him to do whatever it is to me. I feel him stretch me with something before he gets it inside of me. When he backs away for the second time, I think about kicking him in the dick, but then he grabs something else.

  Looking over my shoulder at him, I frown. He’s got a damn grin on his face and that’s when I notice what he’s got in his hand. He hits the button on the remote and I cry out.

  “Fuck,” I whimper into the blankets.

  My fingers fist the comforter and I groan at the sensations that are running through my body.

  A vibrating plug.

  He gets closer to me and runs a hand down my back before pulling back and slapping my ass. I grunt out and he does it once more before he starts to push his jeans down his thighs. I’m too busy to even notice that he’s back against me as he turns the vibrations up higher. My lips part and I try not to cry out because I don’t want t
o wake Mason, but it’s near impossible.

  Wren’s hand tangles in my hair and he pulls my head back so that he can kiss my neck before he slams into me. I moan loudly and I can’t focus on anything but the pleasure that he is pulling from my body right now. He starts to move and fuck, I can’t even see straight. His hand comes down on my ass cheek and I whimper again.

  Each thrust of his hips is hard and fast. He brings me up again quickly, but that doesn’t stop him from torturing me some more by pulling out of me and increasing the tempo of the vibrating plug.

  He flips me back onto my back and slams back into me. His hand travels up my body, stopping on my tits and giving one a squeeze before he grabs my throat and squeezes. The pressure of his hand and the way he starts to cut off my oxygen triggers my orgasm and I can’t help but scream out my pleasure.

  “Wren. Oh God, fuck.”

  He grunts out my name while he tightens his hold on my throat. I feel his body tighten against mine and he bites down on my shoulder as he comes.

  His body collapses on top of mine and just as he kisses my neck, Mason starts crying.

  I can’t help but giggle. I had a feeling that we would wake him up, but I didn’t care in the heat of the moment. All I cared about was coming and I have a feeling that Wren did too. He reaches over and hits the button on the remote to stop the vibrating and I suck in a breath. As he moves to get off of me, I move off the bed and grab his shirt, pulling it over my head so I can go to Mason. Before I can start to walk off, he stops me. He’s already got his jeans back on and I can’t help but stare at his chest and that V on full display that makes me stupid.

  “I got him.”

  He’s got a proud look on his face and I can’t help but smile lazily back at him. Before he leaves, his hand goes under the shirt and his fingers slide between my ass cheeks. He pulls the plug out slowly before putting it in the bathroom sink and then walks off in the direction of Mason’s room.

  Chapter 31

  Wren

  Before I even walked into Mason’s room, I felt like something was wrong. The door was slightly open and I know I closed before we walked out. His cries were still loud and when I saw her, I knew that this was going to end badly.

  She had him in her arms and a knife pointed toward the door.

  “See, baby boy, your mother doesn’t even love you. I know she can hear your cries, but she doesn’t care.” She starts humming and he still doesn’t quiet down.

  “Jandie,” I say as calmly as I can.

  Her head snaps up in my direction and she gives me a bright slightly crazed smile.

  “Wren, baby. I’m so glad you’re here. I knew you’d come back once you found out that we were a family. Our son is beautiful isn’t he?” She shows me Mason and coos at him. “Your daddy is the perfect man and we are going to be a family.”

  Mason’s cries get louder and I hear Jericho’s voice in the hallway behind me.

  “Wren, you have to –” She freezes. As soon as I look at her, I can see the fear fill her expression.

  “Go get security. Have them call the cops.”

  Jandie raises her knife and points it at Jericho.

  She makes a tisking sound before she says anything.

  “You come near my son and I’ll gut you like a fish.”

  I put my hands up and start to walk closer to her. I need to stay between her and Jericho. If I don’t, I don’t know what she might do in this state. I’ve always known that there was something off about her, but I never thought she would take it to this extreme.

  Jandie had her moments of crazy when we dated and even after, but I was honest with her and told her that I was done. I couldn’t deal with the outbursts and she stayed away for the most part. I hoped like hell that she would stay away since she hadn’t done anything since Jericho has been in town, but I was wrong.

  “Jericho, go,” I demand.

  She whimpers, but she leaves quickly. I can hear her feet hitting the hardwood floors as she runs, but I keep my eyes on Jandie and Mason.

  “Why did you have to bring her here, Wren? This was our place. This is where we were planning on having a family.”

  I take a few more steps toward her, but don’t say anything yet.

  “Jandie, I need you to put Mason back in his crib. He isn’t part of this. It’s between me and you.”

  She shakes her head no and stabs toward me with the knife. I barely get back in time for her to miss my forearm.

  “Mason isn’t yours.”

  She narrows her eyes at me and just as she goes to say something, I change tactics. I put my hand up, stopping her from speaking.

  “Don’t say a word. I’ve tried to be nice to you, but you clearly don’t want that. You want this version of me right?”

  She nods her head greedily, so I continue to give her what she wants.

  “Bring me my son.” The demand falls from my lips like second nature and part of me loves the way it feels but the other part of me wants to ensure that she doesn’t harm a hair on Mason’s head.

  Jandie hurries over to me and I take Mason from her just as Jericho and the security team comes up behind me.

  “On your knees,” I demand and she follows suit without a second thought.

  Jericho puts her hand on my back and I relax only slightly.

  “Good girl,” I whisper as I hand Mason over to Jericho.

  I don’t take my eyes off Jandie because I know she still has that knife and I want to stay between her and Jericho.

  “Give me the knife.”

  Jandie looks up at me in defiance when she sees Jericho holding Mason and she starts to move to her feet, but I stop her with a look.

  “I said give me the knife.”

  My voice goes harder and her head snaps in my direction.

  Her eyes watch Jericho behind me, but she slowly reaches her hand out with the knife in it. I grab her wrist and she drops it on the ground at my feet. I kick it behind me and nod my head for the guys to come in the room.

  As they start to make their way in, Jandie tries to push me out of the way, but I don’t budge. There is no way in hell that I’m letting her anywhere near Jericho or Mason again.

  Just as one of the guys grabs her arms and forces them behind her back, she yells, “He will never be yours, you stupid whore. I will be back for what’s mine.”

  I hear Jericho’s gasp from behind me and I turn and wrap my arms around both of them, leading them out of Mason’s room and into the master. I shut the door behind us and I can feel Jericho’s whole body tremble. One of her arms wraps around my waist and I feel her tears as they fall on my chest.

  “I’ve got you, doll,” I whisper against her hair.

  She cries in my arms and I hold her through it all. When Mason starts to whimper, I release my grip on them and lead her over to the bed. Jericho sits on the bed with Mason still tucked into her body. His head rests on her chest and his eyes are closed.

  She doesn’t say a word and I know she’s probably still freaking out that Jandie had our son. I don’t show it, but my mind is racing a million different directions. Grabbing my phone off the dresser, I check the screen and see three missed calls.

  I scroll through my notifications before sitting at the top of the bed and telling Jericho to come over to me. She moves closer to me and I pull her and Mason between my legs, forcing her to lay back against me while she continues to hold Mason close to her.

  Dialing Enver’s number, I wait for him to pick up.

  “What’s up?” I ask quietly.

  I don’t want to wake Mason up again, but I know he wouldn’t call three times unless there was a reason.

  “Have you checked the news outlets?”

  I close my eyes, not even wanting to know what they are reporting this time.

  “No. I’ve had other problems here,” I answer, not really liking where this might go.

  “What happened there?” he questions when I don’t give him more than that.

  “Jan
die happened. She had Mason.”

  I hear him curse before asking if everything is okay.

  “Yeah, Jer is shaken up, but her and Mason are both fine so that’s all that matters.”

  He agrees and doesn’t say anything else about it. Instead, he starts talking about what the new shit on the gossip sites is.

  “You and Dek are all over the news. Someone leaked that you guys were fighting on stage and that you left tonight after the show. They are saying we’re breaking up because of your new little family and that Arduous Murder is done for.”

  My head hits the headboard and I close my eyes.

  “I’m sorry, man. You know I didn’t want it to go down that way, but I had to stand my ground. Dek is unbearable right now and I can’t deal with his shit. He wants to come at me, fine. I don’t care. But when he comes after Jericho and Mason, I’m not backing down.”

  He sighs over the line and I feel bad that he is constantly put in the middle of us. I hate that he is the one drug through all our bullshit even when he doesn’t deserve it.

  “I know, man, and I get that, but this shit is ruining us. We aren’t the band we once were and it’s killing me to see everything we worked our asses off building being destroyed in a matter of days. I love both of you guys, but I hate to see you at each other’s throats. We need to deal with this shit as a band. We need you to come back on tour and finish this out as a band. Hash the other shit out when it’s done.”

  I look down at Jericho and Mason and I know I can’t leave them right now. Not after tonight.

  “I can’t leave them right now,” I murmur.

  I can still feel how tense Jericho is and I know that isn’t going to leave overnight. It’s going to take some time for her to feel safe again in this house.

  “Bring them on tour. This can be a way to get the guys acquainted with Jericho and Mason. Maybe once they get to know her, shit can go back to normal.”

  “I still don’t know about having a two-month-old on tour. Maybe we can postpone the tour with the circumstances that happened here.”

  Jericho turns in my arms and looks up at me with pleading eyes. She doesn’t want me to leave her alone yet. I knew she wouldn’t. Not after that shit.