Wayward Angel

by K. Renee

  She deepens the kiss and I grip her ass, pulling her into my erection. She moans quietly as my phone start to ring.

  I answer my phone with a gruff, "What?" as she kisses my neck and runs her hands over my abs.

  "Yeah," I breathe out. "I'll be there in a second." I hang up the phone and grind my hard cock into her stomach. "I got to go, doll, club business."

  She sighs and kisses me once more on the lips.

  The boys say in unison, "Eww, goss!", then start laughing.

  Yeah, they won't think it's gross when they're teenagers.

  I slap Anslie's ass and walk out the door with a smile on my face.

  Chapter Twenty Eight

  We’ve been in Vegas for the last five weeks and I’ve been lonely since Casey went back to Seattle to be with Gunner. I miss my best friend. I owe her my life for getting me out of Seattle.

  I haven't heard from Charlie once, although Brant thinks that he's bound to show up sometime.

  After our first official dinner date night, Brantley surprises me by taking me on a drive. We pull up to a beautiful, white, two-story house right outside of town. It has big, black shutters, black trim and a beautiful, covered, wraparound porch.

  I'm instantly jealous of whoever lives here.

  Brant pulls his bike up to the porch and taps my leg to get off.

  “Who lives here?” I ask, staring at the breathtaking house.

  He smiles and pulls me into his strong arms. “We do.”

  “You're joking, right?” I stutter out.

  He kisses my cheeks and then my lips before saying, “Nope, it's really ours.” He takes me by the hand, leads me onto the porch and unlocks the front door.

  I gasp when I take in the room. The walls are painted a dark grey, with light grey accent walls. There is a fireplace in the wall that leads to the dining room. The kitchen is spacious and has an island in the center of it, with granite countertops and beautiful black cabinets.

  He leads me upstairs to the five bedrooms.

  “I was thinking the boys could each have their own room,” he informs me, with a small grin on his face. “And we can work on filling up the rest of the rooms. I'm hoping for a little girl with beautiful, dark hair and deep blue eyes, just like her mother. But another little mini-me works too.”

  I laugh out loud. “You're serious, aren't you?”

  He nods. “Yeah, doll. I missed the twins being born and I'm not gonna miss another one. I will have you barefoot and pregnant with my kid again very soon.”

  “No, you won't!” I shriek. The last pregnancy was bad enough.

  “Baby, it's happening. Get used to the idea. We'll have more kids running around this big-ass house. I can't wait to see your belly full of my kid.” He smiles his panty-dropping smile at me and I’m toast. I’ll do anything for him and he knows it. "Baby, we'll talk about it later," he says, while trailing his finger down my back.

  Leaning into Brant's strong chest, I feel like I'm at peace. He wraps his arms around me and I snuggle into his body more. "We've got a few more rooms to look at, doll."

  When we come to the master bedroom, my breath gets caught in my throat. "Wow," I murmur. It's breathtaking! The room is huge, with a wall of glass windows that look over the back yard. You can see the desert for miles behind the house. Big, plush trees are everywhere on the property, and a small shed stands in the backyard. There's a huge, built-in pool off to the side of the lot. This place is amazing. I feel the tears start to trail down my face.

  "Doll, you like it?" he asks, while pulling my back to his chest.

  "Yes," I breathe.

  It's beautiful. We walk into the master bath, and it's huge. There's a walk-in shower and a jetted tub side-by-side on the far wall. Double sinks along the right wall with huge mirrors above them complete the look. I would kill to sit in that tub right now.

  He growls, "Mmm baby, as much as I want to take you in that tub, we have to wait until the water turns on tomorrow."

  I shiver at the thought of him fucking me in that tub. I can already imagine sinking down onto his stiff cock, while submerged in water.

  Turning me around, he lifts me easily onto the sink. His fingers caress my jaw and move their way to my hair while he crushes his mouth to mine, and I open willingly. Our tongues duel and his hands tighten their grip on my hair. I scoot closer to the edge of the counter so I can rub myself against his jean-covered cock. One of his hands makes its way up my dress and he rips off my thong in one forceful tug.

  I moan as he lifts my ripped thong to his nose and inhales my scent. My sex is throbbing and soaking wet. I want him so fucking bad. His breathing becomes labored and his eyes darken as he grinds his denim-clad erection against my naked, wet folds. I groan at the feeling of the denim on my sex. He pulls me closer and I grip onto his shoulders.

  He kisses his way down my neck and tangles his hands into the bottom of my dress, pulling it up and off in a matter of seconds. Continuing his trail of kisses, he removes my black, strapless bra, growls and takes a step back. His eyes roam my whole body.

  "Damn doll, you are so fucking sexy."

  I blush and look away from his intense stare.

  "No baby, look at me," he groans. "I want you to watch what you do to me."

  I get some courage and slowly place my hands on his stomach, pulling his shirt up and off him. Taking in his massive chest, I see that his tattoos that span down each arm and across his chest. My breath catches when I see the newer ink on his pec, right above his heart.

  A slow smile takes place on his beautiful face. "See something you like, baby?" he questions.

  I run the tips of my fingers over the names and the beautiful designs. Over his heart, he has two black-and-silver twin pistols with the names Remington and Severye written on the grips. In between the pistols is a biker doll who looks like a mini version of me. She has my deep, blue eyes, long dark hair and a jacket like the one Brantley bought me before everything went to hell. I can't believe he did this.

  I nod my head. "It's beautiful, Brant."

  He wipes under my eyes and presses a chaste kiss to my lips. "I want to have you and the boys with me always, even when I'm on a run. I love you and the boys more than anything in this life."

  With tears in my eyes, I whisper, "I love you too, Brantley Tate Inciso. I always have."

  My fingers slide down his chest and abs to rest on the button of his jeans. I quickly work on unbuttoning the jeans and push them down to his knees. Looks like he went commando tonight! His huge cock springs out, glistening with pre-come. I lick my lips and move to get off the counter, but he holds me in place.

  "No doll, I want to put my cock only in that sweet pussy of yours tonight." He drops to his knees and his hands grip my ass, pulling me closer to the edge of the counter.

  "Mmm doll, you're dripping wet for me. Does knowing your tattooed on my body make you hot?"

  I feel his breath on my pussy lips as his tongue snakes out and licks my slit. I moan and lean back on the counter. His tongue stabs into my core and he nibbles my clit. My hands go to his head and my fingers tangle in his shaggier-than-normal hair. His hand starts to rub my bundle of nerves and my back arches.

  "Brant," I pant out. There is a tingling sensation shooting up my spine. "Fuck," I scream out.

  He adds a finger and continues that delicious torture. My body hits its peak and I scream out his name as I come. He laps up my juices and moans my name as he brings me down from my orgasm.

  He slowly stands up, licking my arousal off his lips.

  "Damn girl, you fucking taste amazing. I could eat that pussy of yours for breakfast, lunch and dinner and never get tired of it."

  He closes the distance between us and grabs my hips, pulling me closer to his hard cock. He lines it up to my pussy and slams into me, groaning as I pant out his name. Pounding into my slick heat over and over again, he pulls one of my pert nipples into his mouth and sucks on it. Gently, he nibbles on it before giving the other one the same a
ttention.

  I can feel the tingle in my spine again as he grunts out how good I feel around his cock. "Doll, are you close?"

  I nod my head and moan. He rubs my clit with his thumb and it pushes me over the edge. I cry out his name as I come harder than I ever have before.

  "Fuck, your pussy is squeezing me so fucking good," he grunts as he comes. He thrusts into me a few more times as we both ride out our orgasms, then he slips his boots and jeans off before walking out of the bathroom with me in his arms.

  He kisses my face and has his hands under my ass as he walks us into the empty bedroom. He sits us on the ground and I run my hands up his chest, feeling the ripples of his muscles as his body moves. As I sit in his lap on the soft beige carpet, I trace my finger over the boys' names again.

  "What are you thinking about, doll?" he rasps, lying back on his elbows on the carpet.

  I straddle his hips before I reply, "Why did you leave before?"

  I can feel myself get choked up. This is the one thing I could never wrap my head around. He looks me in the eyes and I can see the regret there before he replies.

  "Knowing what that bastard did to you, and knowing it was my fault he went after you and Robbie, it tore me up. I couldn't stand to see the hurt in your eyes. I regret that day. I should have never left you when you needed me, but I just couldn’t deal with it. I thought maybe if you could get away from me and the club, you would have a great life with someone who loved you just as much as I do..."

  His expression changes into rage and sadness before he continues. "I never thought that someone would ever do that to you, beautiful. I regret not answering the phone when you called. I wish I would have, then maybe you wouldn't have had to go through all of that. It kills me to know I helped push you down that road." He lets out a deep breath.

  My heart hurts when I hear him blame himself for my foolish decisions. "Brant, it's my fault for trusting the wrong person. I'm the one who put myself and the boys in danger. I should have just told my dad or my brother what was going on, instead of hiding it from everyone."

  'Doll, it's the past. Let's just move forward."

  I nod my head, trace his tattoos with my finger and close my eyes.

  Chapter Twenty Nine

  Sev, Remy and I are sitting on the picnic table behind the clubhouse eating lunch. When I see all the guys walk out of the clubhouse and head straight into the garage, Brant shoots me a wink, while Dom has a frown marring his beautiful face. This must be when Brant gets his punishment for betraying the law of the club.

  The boys are too entranced by their food to notice everyone pass by them. I go to stand up so I can join Brant, but he shakes his head at me. I hear mumbled words before he jogs over to us.

  "Doll, take the boys inside. Don't come into the garage no matter what you hear. I love you."

  He kisses me hard and then turns to the boys and kisses them both on the head. "Love you boys."

  They look up and smile. "Luw yew daddy," they say simultaneously, then go back to eating.

  Once the boys are done, we go back to Brant's room to watch a movie. When Up ends, they want to watch Ninja Turtles next, so I start it and go back to lying on the bed, snuggling with both of them.

  I wake up a few hours later to the sound of footsteps in the pitch-black room. I feel for the boys, but they're missing. Jumping out of bed, I start searching for them. The door was locked, so I know they didn't leave the room.

  Hearing a hiss of breath in the bathroom, I walk towards the noise and take in the sight of Brant.

  His whole body is black and blue. There's dried blood on his cheek, and more that dried as it was running down his back and chest. He looks at me through the mirror with a split lip and a black eye. I rush over to him, and check for any other cuts.

  "Baby," I whisper.

  He grunts and tries to sit on the toilet, grimacing.

  "What do you need me to do?"

  He looks up at me and shakes his head. "I just need to clean up. The boys shouldn’t see me like this. I want to shower, but I can barely move." He winces after he stops speaking. I watch him take shallow breaths, barely moving.

  "Do you want me to help you get in the shower, baby?"

  He nods and I help him pull his jeans and boots off. He grunts in pain as his body moves while undressing. When he goes to take his shirt off, he swears under his breath and looks like he's going to pass out. After he has his clothes off, I pull my clothes off as fast as I can and start the shower.

  "Where are the boys?"

  He looks at me and replies, "I put them in their bed. I didn't want to risk getting kicked by one of them tonight."

  I help him stand in the shower and he hisses out "Fuck" and "Shit" as the water blasts down on his battered body. I stand behind him and slowly wash the blood off.

  Once he's clean, I survey his body to see how bad the damage is. More than three quarters of his body is black and blue. The cuts are not that bad, but some of his bruises are, including one on his ribs that takes over most of his left side. He leans against me and I hold him up the best I can.

  We slowly get out of the shower and he goes straight for the bed, not even bothering to dry off or put on any clothes. As he gently lies down, I watch him for a second before he motions for me to join him. I sit on the bed, trying my hardest not to jostle him.

  "Doll," he growls when I don't come to him right away. "I want you in my arms now, I don't care how much I hurt. I'd do it again just to have you and the boys here with me."

  Tears slip down my face. I hate that I'm the reason this happened to him.

  I lay my head on his chest and curl my body around him. His arms wrap around me and he whispers, "Don't cry, doll. You are worth all of this pain. I would do it again if I had to." I let out a shaky breath and snuggle into the side that isn't as bruised.

  "I love you, Brantley Tate."

  “I love you too, Anslie Caidence. Now give me some love."

  I inch my body up the bed and kiss him until I'm breathless.

  "Baby, let's to go sleep. I have to at least get a few hours in before the twins start jumping on the bed in a few hours." I smile and lay my head back on his chest. He kisses my hair and I close my eyes, drifting off.

  Chapter Thirty

  I wake up to my head throbbing and my body aching. I feel like I just got hit by a fucking diesel.

  Fuck. I can barely move. I feel the pillow next to me and find it empty and cold. Anslie must be up with the twin hurricanes, because I don't hear them in my room.

  I reach over and grab my phone. "Fuck," I gasp. The pain is excruciating as I type out a message to Anslie.

  Me: doll where you at?

  A minute later I get her reply.

  Anslie: with the boys behind the clubhouse. They are playing on the swings. Didn't want them to wake you.

  I smile. She's always thinking about me or everyone else and never herself. I want to get her into our home, so we can have some nasty time while the boys are sleeping. Sharing a room with them here makes it difficult, but at least we get to be creative.

  Me: come back and love me. My dicks hard and I want your mouth on it.

  Anslie: that sounds like a personal problem baby.

  I love when she gets sassy. Fuck, I want to bend her over and fuck her till her legs give out.

  Me: doll you will be riding my dick today.

  Anslie: oh yea? Says who?

  Me: I do. I will spank your ass if you don't ride my cock today.

  Just to prove to her that she will be riding my cock today, I send her a picture of how hard I am right now.

  Anslie: wow that's impressive. How do you plan on taking care of that dilemma?

  Me: your mouth.

  I smile, thinking about her blush as she reads my words. I know she's secretly a dirty little girl and I can't wait to bring that side out in her.

  Anslie: I might have a better idea

  Me: oh yea? What's your idea doll?

  I feel like
I wait forever for her reply.

  Anslie: first I will lick your cock from the tip to your balls, then I will slowly stroke you and take you as deep as I can in my mouth. You will lift me up from my knees and bend me over the bed and fuck me hard. I want you to pull my hair and slap my ass. I want you to make me come all over your cock as you fuck me till I can't stand anymore.

  Holy fuck. I'm stroking my cock as I re-read the text over and over. Shit, she's going to make me come just with her words. I stroke myself until I feel my balls tighten and I explode all over my hand. I haven't jacked myself off since I first met Anslie. I wipe my hand on a shirt that's next to the bed.

  Me: doll, I need your tight pussy right now. Get your ass in here.

  Anslie: I'm busy with the boys. You'll be fine.

  I'm gonna spank her ass when I see her.

  I manage to get out of bed and pull on my jeans, struggling to get them up and my boots on. I pull on a black t-shirt and my cut.

  Fuck, this hurts so fucking bad.

  Making my way out of my room and into the clubhouse, I search the room for the boys and Anslie, but I don't see them. They must still be outside.

  I walk out the doors and just about run into Bentley. "Hey brother, how you feeling?"

  I grunt and keep walking. I'm on a mission and I'm not going to stop until I get her on my cock.

  I hear the boys squealing as they're being pushed on the swing by my brother, Sebastian. Spotting Anslie, I walk straight to her, grab her and she yelps.

  "Bash, watch the boys for a few minutes."

  I pick Anslie up, put her over my shoulder and walk her inside the club. She doesn't put up much of a fight because of my injuries, and I'm glad. I set her down in the game room and spin her around to face me.

  By the look on his face, I can tell he's mad that I was teasing him and didn't fuck him right away. He eyes me up and down before he slams his mouth to mine, kissing me hard. His tongue invades my mouth and I moan. His hands are rough as they slide up my body and under my dress. Kissing down my throat to my breast, he pulls the top of my dress down so he can suck a nipple into his mouth.