Wayward Angel

by K. Renee

  “You really dating that asshat football player, sis?” he snarls. I’m tired of Bentley’s shit. He doesn’t even know Marcus, but he's always saying something stupid.

  “Why do you care, Ben? Since when does it matter who I date? It’s not your life. Stay out of it!” I scream at him. I run up the stairs and slam my bedroom door.

  Ten minutes later, the doorbell rings. I hear someone answer it, followed by booted feet that stop at my door. Then I hear his voice. “Doll, that preppy little bastard is here for you.”

  Opening the door, I come face-to-face with Brantley. I take a deep breath before looking up into his eyes. I hate that he affects me so much. “Thanks, Brant,” I whisper before walking around him.

  His hand reaches out and catches my wrist. He pulls me to his body and I tense. “Doll, if he steps out of line, call me.”

  I shiver. Why does he think something's going to happen? Hell, I can take care of myself.

  I feel his breath on my face as he holds me close to him. His lips skim over my skin as he angles his head towards me and lowers his lips to my ear. “I hate to think of his hands on you. You deserve to be worshipped, not played with and left unsatisfied by a little boy.”

  My skin breaks out in goose bumps and he nibbles on my earlobe. I turn my face just enough to get his lips on mine, feeling a jolt of pleasure shoot through my body. I moan into his mouth as he deepens our kiss. My body is on fire and he's the only one who can extinguish it. He pulls away just enough and groans. “Your date, doll.”

  I reluctantly back away from Brantley, grab my bag and walk out my door, leaving him standing in my bedroom. I can’t believe I just kissed him. My mind is reeling. I touch my lips as I make my way downstairs, where I find Marcus looking worried. I drag him outside and we make our way to his truck.

  “Hey baby,” he finally says, when we get into the safety of his truck.

  “Hey.”

  He kisses my lips quickly, but I don’t feel the same heat that I did when I kissed Brantley.

  Marcus drives us to a party across town. We get out and make our way inside, saying hi to people as we pass by them. Marcus hands me a drink and tells me to drink up. After a few more he tries to take me upstairs to have some fun. I don’t want to lose my virginity at a house party or to Marcus. I only want to sleep with Brantley, even though I know that won't be happening.

  After three attempts of trying to get me upstairs, Marcus finally gives up – but not without a parting shot. “Fuck, Anslie. You’re a biker whore and you won’t even put out! Fucking pathetic.”

  Tears burn my eyes as I watch him storm off. I can’t believe my dad was right. I walk to the alcohol table and take three shots of Jack Daniels. It burns going down, but I don’t care. Everyone thinks I’m a biker whore. They have no idea that I’m not even allowed at the clubhouse unless it’s for family functions. Everyone only wants me for something I’m not.

  I can feel the effects of the whiskey and the room starts to spin, so I pull my phone out and text Brantley. He's the only person who treats me like I'm special - like I'm a lady and not a biker whore.

  Me: Brantley!!

  Brantley: Yea doll?

  Me: I miss you

  Brantley: oh yea?

  He has no clue how true this statement really is.

  Me: Yea.

  Brantley: have you been drinking?

  Oh shit, how does he do that? He always seems to know what I’m doing.

  Me: noopppppeeee

  Brantley: Doll…

  Me: are you at the club house

  I cringe when I think about him being at the clubhouse with a supply of willing women. I want to be the person he goes to when he needs relief. Hell, I want him to be mine.

  Brantley: yea why

  I can picture that whore Cherry rubbing all over him. It makes me furious. I shouldn’t feel that way over a guy who isn't mine. Ugh.

  Me: Ohh, I’ll let you get back to your whores then

  Brantley: you jealous doll?

  Ha! Me, jealous? No way! Okay, maybe a little bit.

  Me: No way! I’m not a dirty whore like them

  Brantley: I know you're not a dirty whore baby

  When he says stuff like this to me, it makes me smile. He's the only person who's told me that I’m not like the club whores. I giggle as I type out the next message.

  Me: I can be dirty for you

  Brantley: very tempting doll. where are you? I thought you were on a date

  Me: at a parrrtttyyyy

  I don’t even notice all the people around the room. It’s loud and I only care about texting Brantley. Fuck, I’m really drunk. Everything is getting blurry. I sit on the couch and wait for Brantley to reply to me.

  Brantley: is that douche drinking too?

  Me: idk he ditched me for not going upstairs with him. he apparently wants me to be a dirty biker whore for him.

  Shit. I didn’t mean to tell him that. I wish I could un-send that last message. He'll probably flip out on Marcus. Oh well, I’m drunk and I don’t really care! I hope they beat the fuck out of Marcus for being a douche. I don't know why I even wasted time dating him. I should have listened to my dad when he told me all boys were the same.

  Brantley: tell me where you are

  Me: IDK

  Brantley: Anslie tell me now

  That can’t be good. He never calls me by my name. Man, I’m so tired that I can barely keep my eyes open anymore. I hear my phone ring, but I’m not sure what I did with it. I nod off for a few minutes, and the next thing I know, I'm being picked up and carried. I snuggle into a warm chest that smells amazing. Leather, oil and gasoline. I sigh and close my eyes.

  When I open my eyes again, I hear a mumbled conversation. I look around the room and realize I'm listening to a conversation between Brantley and Ryder, a guy about Brantley’s age. I think they're best friends, but I’m not really sure. I heard they tag team girls at the club.

  It kind of turns me on, thinking about them fucking me at the same time. Ryder is six-foot-one, with dirty blonde hair, green eyes and a rock-hard body. His arms are huge with a few random tattoos. He's hot, but he's no Brantley.

  I snap out of my daydream when they both turn and stare at me. It’s almost like they know what I'm thinking right now.

  Ryder smirks before Brantley lays into me. “Doll, what the fuck were you thinking?”

  I cower down and hide under the blanket that they must have draped across me. Ryder excuses himself and walks out the door. Brantley walks over to me and sits on the side of the bed.

  “I just wanted to forget what he said to me. I’m sorry, Brant. It was stupid.”

  I hang my head and look at the ground. I can’t take it if he's disappointed in me. He grabs my chin and lifts my face up so I'm forced to look at him.

  “Doll, next time just call me. I’ll drop everything to come get you. I never want you at a party drunk and alone. You feel me?” He holds my face so I can’t look away.

  “I get you, Brant.”

  He gets up and walks to the door without another word, then turns and winks at me before closing the door behind him.

  Chapter Seven

  Six Months Later

  I'm surrounded by my brothers 24/7. I guess the only plus side is that I've been spending a lot of time with Brantley, too. He's definitely not what I expected. He talks crudely, but he has a soft side when he's around me. He watches movies and takes me on rides all the time.

  Dom warns me not to get too close to him - something about him not being a one woman kind of guy. I apparently like to torture myself, because I fall for him more and more. Every time we're around each other, we're always touching. He whispers things in my ear when no one is watching us. I wish things were different - I want him so badly.

  I'm getting ready for school when I hear the front door open and close.

  “Hey doll, where you at?” he yells from downstairs. I seriously get weak in the knees when he calls me that. Every other girl he
talks to, he uses the nickname sweetheart. I wonder if he feels the same attraction that I do.

  “I'm in my room,” I call back as I continue to get ready for school. Dad’s been talking to me about going to college, but I'm not sure I want to. I wouldn’t even know what to major in.

  College was never on my radar growing up because my mom never pushed me to be better. On the other hand, I love being around the club. The guys at the clubhouse are the only family I’ve known besides my dad and brothers. I would rather stay here and work at the club. It would kill me to leave the only real family I've ever known behind.

  It would kill me to be that far from Brant.

  He has become one of the most important people in my life. I'm not really sure what I would do without him. He listens, gives me pep talks when I need them, and he always makes sure I’m okay.

  I feel him behind me even before he says anything.

  “You almost ready?” he rasps in my ear. His hand grazes my hip and my sex clenches. I can feel the heat of his body through my clothes.

  “Yeah, just give me a sec,” I say breathlessly.

  I walk to my bathroom with a little more sway in my hips than normal and hear him groan. The next thing I know, he's pushing me up against the sink. My back is to his hard, sculpted front. I feel his erection pressing into my back. “Doll, do you feel what you do to me?”

  A moan slips out of my throat and he presses harder against me. I feel like I'm on fire. “I've been hard for you ever since I saw you at the barbecue.”

  His hand is on my neck and my whole body breaks out in chills. He runs his fingers down my throat while his lips graze the shell of my ear. I can feel his breath quicken as he grinds his erection into me. I try to turn around, but he firmly holds me in place. Getting some confidence, I reach behind me and grab his jean-covered ass.

  I pull him closer to me. I want so bad to turn around and kiss him, but he has me pinned so I can't move.

  The front door slams and he jumps back like he's been burnt. Stopping in the doorway, he whispers, “Doll, you make me feel things I shouldn't for you.” With that, he walks out of my room and down the stairs.

  It takes me several minutes to calm down. I finish getting ready and make my way downstairs, where I find my dad and Brantley talking quietly in the kitchen.

  “Hey dad.” I say cheerfully. He turns and looks at me, “Hey, baby girl. Brant's taking you to school.”

  I smile. “Okay. I'm ready whenever.”

  I walk into the living room and send Casey a text telling her about my morning encounter with Brantley.

  After a few minutes, Brant and I are out the door and on our way to my school. I love being on the back of his bike. I squeeze my legs around him and he chuckles, squeezing my thigh with his hand in return. When we pull up to my school, I hop off, remove my helmet and when I hand it back, he pulls me to him. I feel the heat coming off his body.

  “Don't forget Raef's picking you up today.”

  “I know. Do you think they'll let me go to a party with Casey tonight?” I ask, hoping that maybe he'll put in a good word with Dom for me.

  “I don't know doll, things with the Lost Raiders are getting pretty bad.”

  I frown. I don't know why they think the Lost Raiders would even care what I'm doing, but ever since my incident with the biker, they think the rival club is planning something against them. “Fine. I'll see you later?”

  “Naw baby, I'll be on a run till later tonight.”

  “Oh, okay,” I reply with a slight frown.

  “Just because I'm not around doesn't mean you can't call if you need something, doll. You know that, right?”

  “I know. I'll talk to you later,” I say as he nods and takes off.

  Just then, Casey runs towards me. “Hey, whore!” she winks.

  “Hey, bitch.” I smirk.

  “You get to ride that hot, sexy biker yet?” she asks, wiggling her eyebrows. "After your hot encounter, I thought for sure you would."

  “Nope. You know it's against club policy.”

  “Ugh, that is so lame! I would have totally jumped him if I were you. Oh, by the way, are you going to be able to go tonight?”

  “Brant said probably not. But I'll ask my brother Dom later.” I really want to go to this party, but I know Dom is intent on keeping me locked up. They act like I'm still a little girl. They don't let me do anything I want.

  Tonight, that is going to change. If Dom doesn't let me go, I'll sneak out. Hopefully it won't come to that, but if it does, I have a plan.

  “Okay! I'll see you later.” Casey waves and walks off towards her class.

  “Yo, Brant. Where you been?” My brother Jase yells as I step into the clubhouse.

  “Hey little brother, what's up?”

  Jase just smirks and hands me a beer. “Not much, but Mom’s been asking why you don't come by the house anymore. I didn't tell her about you spending all your time with Prez's kid.”

  I shake my head. My brothers all have to give me shit for hanging with her. I can't wait for the day that one of them falls for a girl - I will laugh my fucking ass off.

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yup. I told her you've been busy with club business so you better get over there to see her soon.”

  “I will, I will.” I love my mom, but damn, lately she's been blowing up my phone. I'm a grown man, I can take care of myself.

  I have to do a stake out on the Lost Raiders tonight and I’m not thrilled, but when I get a text from Anslie, I can feel the smile stretch across my face.

  Anslie: school sucks. come get me.

  Damn, this girl is gonna get me in trouble one day, probably sooner than later.

  Me: doll you have no idea how tempting that is.

  Anslie: please :(

  Me: doll, I would be there in a heartbeat if I didn't have this run tonight

  Anslie: your no fun!

  Me: trust me doll I'm plenty fun

  Anslie: prove it.

  She has no idea how much I want to prove it to her right now. My cock's been hard for her for months and no matter what I do, nothing relieves the throbbing she causes.

  Me: don't worry I will. soon.

  Anslie: tease.

  I gotta get my head in the game. I leave our conversation like that.

  If I keep thinking about my girl, I won't be able to concentrate tonight.

  Fuck.

  It’s gonna be a long night.

  I feel like I'm having withdrawals right now. It's been eight hours since I've talked to Brantley and I hate it. Raef brought me home after school and now I'm sitting here on a Friday night, waiting for Dom to call me back.

  Dom: hey little girl you called?

  About time. I've been waiting two hours for him to respond.

  Me: can I go to a party with Casey? please!! we promise to be good and stay indoors.

  I cross my fingers and pray that he says yes. I want to live like a normal teenager for once. I hate being locked up all the time.

  Dom: little girl it's not a good idea for you to go out

  Me: Dom please. I've been trapped for months with you guys. I just want one night out with Casey. Please!

  Dom: fine. but keep your phone on you at all times and check in regularly.

  Me: OMG thank you!!

  Dom: don't make me regret this.

  Me: I won't. love you big brother!

  Dom: love you too. be careful

  I jump up and down with excitement, then I jump in the shower and wash my hair really quickly. When I get out, I shoot Casey a text telling her I can go out with her tonight.

  Casey: I'm so excited! I'll see you in an hour whore!

  Me: me too. see you then bitch!

  By the time we get to the party, most of the girls are already drunk. Casey and I both grab a cup and start drinking. I don't want to get drunk, so I plan on only having one beer.

  We start talking to a couple of guys from the football team and they bring us more drinks. After a
few sips of my new drink, I start feeling drunk. Not thinking anything of it, I keep taking small sips.

  I notice Casey starting to stumble around. Blake, the varsity quarterback, is holding her up and trying to get her to go upstairs with him.

  “Don't go,” I say, grabbing her arm. “I don't want to be left here alone.”

  “You'll be fine,” she mumbles as Blake pulls her away.

  I have this feeling in my gut that something bad is going to happen, so I pull out my phone and text Brantley.

  Me: I think I need help.

  I get a response immediately, which I wasn't expecting since he said he had a run tonight.

  Brantley: what's wrong doll?

  Me: Dom let me go to the party, I've had aa beer and a half and I feel super drunk and dizzy.

  Brantley: where are you?

  Me: ver by teh hih shool

  The keys of my phone are blurry and I’m not even sure if I'm making sense. Hopefully he can figure it out. The room is starting to spin and I don't think I can stand up any more. They must have put something in our drinks - I've never felt like this after a beer and a half.

  Brantley: did someone hand you a drink?

  Me: yhsa. y

  I start giggling for no reason and I notice Casey sitting on the couch with Blake. His hand is sliding up her thigh but her head is tilting away from him. She almost looks like she is going to throw up. I want to walk over there and pull her away from him, but my whole body feels heavy and I can't get my legs to cooperate with my head. I try to walk to her anyway, but I stumble into the arms of a football player.

  Casey looks like she's about to pass out. No one is stopping Blake from putting his hand up her skirt. I try to say something, but my mouth is dry and I can't get the words out. I slur and stumble.

  Brantley: I'm on my way. stay out in the open

  Me: k

  My mind goes blank and I can feel myself falling. Arms grab me and hold me up. I try to loosen the grip, but it's no use. It seems like forever before I hear the voice that tortures my dreams. He's here. He came to save me and Casey.