Wayward Secret (Wayward Saints MC Book 7)

by K. Renee

  Walking towards the door where I see Spencer standing, I have to adjust myself. My dick is pressing against my zipper, and fuck it’s uncomfortable. I unbutton my jeans and put my hand inside, slowly stroking myself as I walk towards him.

  Chapter Two

  The way his eyes are eating me up, tells me all I need to know. I don’t typically do one night stands, but there is something about him. Shit, I still don’t even know his name. Part of me doesn’t even care. The only thing I care about right now is getting him inside and pulling his dick out of his jeans. I want to see if his dick is as big as he feels.

  He stalks towards me slowly stroking himself inside of his jeans. I hear a moan slip out of my mouth as I watch him. When he reaches me, he pushes me backwards and into the house. My brain isn’t functioning, the only thing I can focus on is the look on his face as he scans over my body again. His booted foot kicks my door closed with a loud bang.

  Our bodies are so tightly together that I can feel his hand as it rubs up and down his shaft. His other hand comes around and wraps around my neck, pulling me even closer to him. His mouth is a whisper away and something pulls me to him. I don’t know what it is, but I want to do so much to his body.

  Closing the distance between us, I kiss him roughly. His fingers tangle into the nape of my hair as my hands grip his back through his tight tee shirt. One of my hands goes to the back of his neck and I pull his mouth into mine. My tongue slips into his mouth and our tongues dance together like we’ve been doing it for years.

  Running my hands down his back, I grip the bottom of his tee shirt and slowly pull it up. Every kiss gets hotter, fuck I’m getting harder by the second. Pulling his shirt over his head, I drop it behind us and then look down at his hand that is still stroking himself. Reaching for his jeans, I undo them the rest of the way and start to slide them down his thighs.

  His strong, powerful thighs are a fucking sight of beauty. I work with some pretty fit men and not one of them has a body like his. Before I have a chance to sink down to my knees, he stops me and pulls me to his body. His hand releases his dick and he grabs the bottom of my shirt, pulling it over my head. After he tosses it on the ground, his mouth skims over my skin and his tongue finds my nipple ring.

  Closing my eyes, I let out a low moan. Fuck his mouth feels amazing. “I love these.” He whispers against my skin. My hand runs over the back of his brown hair and down his body, straight to his dick. Taking him into my hand, I stroke him a few times before I run my fingers along the tip. Feeling his piercing, I can’t help but get excited.

  Going to my knees, I caress him a few more times before I take him into my mouth. Swirling my tongue along his piercing, I tease him a little before I use my hand to stroke him in time with my mouth. His hand goes to the back of my head and he starts to fuck my mouth. Every thrust he makes goes to the back of my throat, I take him in as best as I can. He’s bigger than most of the men I’ve been with over the years, but that doesn’t keep me from sucking his dick.

  Grabbing his ass, I let him take total control and fuck if it doesn’t turn me on even more. His grunts and moans fill the room, my dick hardens even further in my jeans.

  Releasing his ass, I run my hand down my body and tweak my nipples a little before one of my hands slides down my body and to my jeans. Unbuttoning my jeans, I slide them down a little and start to work my own length. His hands grip my hair harder and he pulls up. I start to stand and he kisses me deeply. Our mouths battle for dominance and his wins. I bite his lip and tug when he starts to break the kiss.

  “As much as I love your mouth on my dick, I need to taste you.” My skin breaks out in goosebumps as I watch him drop to his knees and take me into his mouth. He slowly licks my length from the tip to my balls before he goes back to the tip and sucks it into his mouth.

  “Oh fuck,” I moan. His mouth feels fucking amazing as it slides up and down my cock. When he looks up at me with my dick still in his mouth, I have to think about something other than his beautiful mouth on me. My grandma. Shit that’s gross. She’s the nicest old lady, but sometimes she smells like she bathed in a damn candle. That does it.

  He continues to work me over and my hands fist in his hair. I fuck his mouth for a minute before he pulls away and spins me around, pushing me into the door. My hands catch me and he uses one of his hands to push my back down. My ass is now in his face and when I look over my shoulder, I can see the lust in his eyes.

  The minute his tongue probes my ass, I freeze. My whole body tenses, I try my best to relax. He takes his time working his tongue into my ass and then he adds a finger. My body is more than willing to take everything he’s giving me now, fuck it feels good. Grabbing my dick, I start to stroke myself. “Fuck, babe. That feels so damn good,” I moan.

  “You like when I fuck you with my fingers?” I moan out a yes in response and press my ass back into his face a little more. I hear my phone ring from my pocket and I groan out in dissatisfaction. The only reason the ringtone would be going off is because we have a case. Fuck.

  I try to stand up, but he doesn’t let me. Instead, he stands up and leans his body over mine. My phone stops ringing and then starts again. I hear him groan when it doesn’t stop ringing, I put my head against the door. “Sorry, it’s work. I need to get it.” I say sounding extremely frustrated. He lets me up and I walk over to my phone that’s on the floor. I see my boss’ name on the screen and when I answer it, he barks out my orders.

  My hand goes to the bridge of my nose and I squeeze it. “Yeah, I’m on my way,” I sigh. I look over at the sexy biker, but I can’t decipher his expression. Once I hang up, I walk back towards him and pull his body into mine. “I’m sorry…” Before I can say anything else, he silences me by crushing his mouth to mine. He grabs my phone out of my hand and starts to push some buttons before handing it back to me.

  “I get it. I have times where that shit happens to me. Just give me a ring when you are free.” He gives me a devious grin and pulls me in for one more heart-stopping kiss.

  When we pull apart, I’m a little speechless. Most men wouldn’t give me the time a day after I get called away right before we get to fuck. “You mean that this doesn’t turn you off?” I ask with an eyebrow raised.

  He shrugs. “It’s not that big of a deal. I’ll just have fuckin’ blue balls like a motherfucker. Nothing I can’t handle.” Before he can pull away from me, I wrap my fingers around his dick and start to stroke him.

  “We can’t have that. I’ll get you off. Don’t want you in pain.” He grins at me and I sink back down to my knees. I take him into my mouth, I can feel the cold silver jewelry from his Prince Albert piercing glide across my tongue. Taking him as far into my mouth as I can, I slowly start to massage his balls and his hand creeps up my neck and to my cheek where he cups the side of my face. Looking up at him as I continue to bob on his dick, I see the burning desire in his eyes. His hand moves to my head after a few seconds and then starts to control our pace. He holds my head still and starts to thrust his hips, fucking my mouth the way he likes it.

  His dick goes to the back of my throat, I can’t help but groan around his thick shaft. Every thrust of his hips brings him closer to his orgasm and it makes me hot. Watching the pleasure written all over his face gets me gripping my cock. Sliding a hand up and down my shaft, I feel the tightening of my stomach muscles. Fuck. I feel his dick swell in my mouth and I run my tongue on the underside of his shaft, causing him to grip my hair and give it a rough tug.

  I’m so fucking worked up now that I can feel my orgasm just on the brink. When his cum fills my mouth, I feel the warm semen start to quirt onto my belly and hand. Fuck, he’s beautiful when he has his head thrown back in pleasure. My eyes can’t seem to leave him, I want nothing more than to let him fuck me hard.

  As he comes down from his orgasm, he continues to lightly thrust in and out of my mouth until he rides it out completely. Sucking him clean, I release him with a pop and he grabs my arm, pulling me up hi
s body. His lips land on mine and he pulls me in for a delicious kiss. Every nerve ending comes alive, I want more of him. One night will never be enough.

  “Fuck Spencer.” He groans against my mouth. “Your mouth is a fuckin’ sin.” I hear my phone beep again and I groan. Fucking work always gets in the way of every damn thing. His hand runs down my stomach and through my semen. “I loved watching you come.” He whispers in a husky voice. I kiss him once more before I pull back and look at him in the eyes.

  “I really have to go.” I murmur. He nods his head and pulls me in for one last kiss. He runs his finger through my semen once more when he pulls away and sucks his finger into his mouth. “Goddamn.” I moan. He grins at me and pulls his jeans up without another sound. I don’t know what the hell I did to deserve a sexy as fuck man dropped in my lap tonight, but I know for sure that I would do it over and over again if I got him as a reward.

  We dress in silence, but I can feel his eyes on me every second. When he’s dressed, he leans against the wall and just watches me. Grabbing my go bag from the entry way, I walk back over to him. “I’ll call you when I get back. Probably be a day or two.”

  He nods and I lead him out to the front door. Opening it, I watch the way his ass moves in those tight dark washed jeans. When he gets to his bike, he turns and winks at me. He isn’t much for words it seems. I watch him as he straddles the bike and starts the engine. My eyes stay with him until he takes off into the night.

  Fuck me. I don’t even know what to think. Locking the door, I make my way to my truck and get in. I’ll definitely be calling him as soon as we hit the ground again.

  Chapter Three

  By the time I get back to the outskirts of Las Vegas, I decide on heading over to River’s place. She wanted to bitch at me anyways about my moron of a brother, so I might as well just grace her with my presence instead. Maybe she’ll at least have some alcohol in the cabinet.

  Shit after the way Spencer sucked my dick, I need to take the edge off. I wanted to bend him over a damn couch and fuck his ass, but duty calls. As shitty as it is, I get it. I end up doing the same shit every time one of my brothers calls. My loyalties will always lie with the club and that won’t change.

  Pulling up to her house, I park my bike and get off. I can still feel the way his tongue felt as it ran along my piercing and shaft. Before I can even knock, the door is thrown open and I see a pissed off River. “So you just ignore my 911 text messages and show up here. I swear you are worse than your brother.” She snaps. I walk over to her and pull her to me.

  “Yeah, but you still like me better sweetheart.” I kiss her cheek and the anger disappears. She tries to be a hard-ass, but it’s just not her style.

  “Where the hell were you? You were supposed to come by hours ago.” She looks up at me with a pout and I shrug.

  “I was out.” I say, moving past her and into her house.

  “Out as in with someone or trolling?” She asks as she shuts the door. My phone beeps, I pull it out to see a text message from Seb. Great. I get to hear it from both sides now.

  “Both.” I say distracted.

  “Oooh!” she says giddily. “Was it good?” River loves hearing the details of my sex life for some odd reason. She loves hearing about when I fuck them. Her gay porn addiction is kind of frightening, but I just go with it. “Please tell me it wasn’t with that douche bag that you were fucking before.”

  I snort at her statement. “No it wasn’t him. I didn’t get a chance to fuck this one. He got called into work. But he does suck dick like a fuckin’ dream.” She sighs and flops her ass on the couch, looking over at me with this stupid grin.

  “You know you should really stop living vicariously through me and man the fuck up and tell Sebastian how you feel.” She frowns and shakes her head.

  “Please. He still thinks I’m fucking you. When I saw him out tonight he got all pissy. He didn’t like that I was dancing with some loser as he put it, when I had you.” She wrinkles her nose at me and then throws her head back. “Fuck Seb. I’m done trying to get him to notice me.”

  I take a seat next to her and she puts her head on my shoulder. “Are you ever going to tell them?” She asks, running a finger along my thigh.

  “I don’t know.” I blow out a breath and kiss the top of her head. She knows why I don’t tell them. I’ve told her before that biker’s just aren’t gay, especially in an MC.

  “Your family loves you. Them knowing won’t change that Eli.”

  “They will probably always love me, but things would be different after they find out. I’m not sure I can take the ignorant remarks from the rest of the brothers. They aren’t my family, so they don’t have to accept it.” She gives me a sad smile, because she knows it’s the truth. River has been to many family barbecues. She knows exactly the type of men they are. They don’t hold their opinions back and I don’t expect them to. A lot of them will probably want me out, if I outed myself.

  Instead of continuing to ask about when I’m going to tell my family that I’m gay, she moves on to the guy from tonight. “So what does this man look like?” She waggles her eyebrows at me and I shake my head at her. I’m going to need some alcohol for this shit.

  “Go get me a beer and I’ll tell you.” She gives me the stink eye that I’ve gotten a lot over the years when I don’t tell her the information she wants right away. I like to make her work for it.

  I watch River get off the couch dramatically and sulk all the way to the kitchen. When she comes back with two beers, I watch her sit down and get comfortable before she faces me and waits expectantly. I swear sometimes she’s worse than having a little sister. Not that I would know since I’m the youngest of four boys, but I was around when Anslie was a teenager and let’s just say she kept my brother Brantley on his toes. He was always getting pissy when she would date other guys or when she and Casey were at parties getting drunk.

  I still remember when he called me to come with him to pick their drunk asses up. Riding with a drunk bitch wasn’t something that I had ever wanted to do, yet when he called, I came. No questions asked.

  “So?” She asks, poking my arm.

  “So what?” I ask. She punches me in the arm, I can’t help but laugh at her. It’s so damn easy to piss her off sometimes.

  “Just fucking tell me Eli or I’ll…” She pauses, trying to think of something clever I’m sure.

  “Or you’ll what?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.

  She frowns and then her eyes light up like she figured something out. “I’ll tell Candy how much you want to fuck her.” I groan at that. I wouldn’t touch that bitch even if I was straight. She’s the biggest slut we have at the club house and is always hitting on my brothers and I. I’m pretty sure Seb has taken her to bed a few times, but I don’t mention that to River. It would probably crush her.

  Before I can tell her about Spencer, my phone starts to ring. Looking at the screen, I see Seb’s name. I turn the screen towards her and she grabs it out of my hand and hits the answer button. “Hey Seb,” she all but purrs at him. I shake my head at her and she smacks me.

  I pull it away from her and put it on speaker phone. “Hey darlin’ where is my brother?” She giggles and then gives him an answer that I can tell he doesn’t like.

  “He’s a little busy. I have his mouth preoccupied.” I hear him growl over the line and her eyes light up. I roll my eyes at them and then she looks back at the phone like she can see him. “What did you need him for?” Her voice is sticky sweet, I know that probably only adds to his anger. He wants her, I know he does. Why he doesn’t say anything or try to stake his claim is beyond me.

  “Tell him to call me when you two are done fucking around.” he bites out.

  She doesn’t like his shitty attitude typically, I can see that she’s going to say something that will probably piss him off more. “We aren’t fucking around you asshole. I don’t know why you don’t listen to us. We are drinking beers and sitting on my couch. Pull that s
tick out of your ass every once in a while.” She huffs out and gets up off the couch. She tosses my phone at me and stalks towards her bedroom. Sighing, I take the phone off speaker and ask him what his problem is.

  “I don’t fucking know. She drives me fucking insane and when I saw her tonight…” he trails off and I run my hand over my face. Fuck. I hate being in the middle of this shit.

  “Then why the fuck haven’t you made the move?” I ask. I don’t understand them at all.

  “Because she’s your girl,” he says on a groan. “You know I wouldn’t do that shit to you.” I can’t help but laugh. I don’t know how many times I’m going to have to tell this fucker that River and I aren’t together.

  “Pull your head out of your ass and just fucking date her. She’s been in love with you for years. Me and her are never going to get together. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that.” My phone beeps in my ear and I pull it away to look at it, I see an unknown number. Instead of checking it, I focus on trying to get Seb to man the fuck up.

  “Mom would flip if I went after River.” He’s got a good point. Mom loves River like a daughter. She always fusses over her and Anslie. Sometimes I think she likes the girls more than us, not that I complain. It just means that she stays out of our business more. The girls are more like a buffer. They keep my mom off my back when I don’t want to answer my mom’s questions about when River and I are going to have some kids or something stupid like getting married.

  I already know that shit isn’t in the cards for me. She doesn’t take no for an answer, especially since B already has two kids and my mom is ready for more grandkids. Hell, even with Brent having another on the way, my mom still isn’t happy. Plus with Jase and his ole’ lady’s niece that they are adopting, you would think she has enough to do with grandkids, but nope.