Wayward Secret (Wayward Saints MC Book 7)

by K. Renee

  “What happened?” I ask when I get next to him. He shakes his head and looks over his shoulder when the doors to the clubhouse open.

  “What do we have?” Cason, our president barks out as he makes his way over to us.

  “No fucking idea. One of the prospects just came to me saying something about a bitch being outside the doors. I came out here and seen her.” My old man runs a hand through his greying hair and looks up towards the sky.

  “She looks fucking familiar.” I state, leaning down to see her face better.

  “Like who?” Prez questions.

  “Remember that bitch that had Dom’s kid?” They both look back over to her, I see Cason pull out his phone and dial a number. A couple months ago, Dom got word that she skipped town while she was out on bail. Maybe she fucked with the wrong person this time. All I know is that she got what she deserved.

  “D, I need you here now.” He pauses for a second before he says anything else. “I don’t give a fuck what you’re in the middle of; I need you here right fuckin’ now.” He hangs up and I stand up.

  “Why the fuck would someone dump her on our doorstep?” my old man asks from beside me.

  “No idea,” Prez says. He dials another number and when I hear the tone, I know he’s talking to Danvers. “I need you to get to the clubhouse, but I want it silent. No radioing it in until we talk.” He hangs up again and I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. Pulling it out, I see Spencer’s name on the screen.

  Spencer: I’m running on fumes right now because I couldn’t get your picture out of my mind. We landed three hours ago and we’ve been on the go since. Shitty.

  I can’t help but grin at that. River begged me to send Spencer a photo last night. Hell, she even volunteered to take it for me. She all but pulled my tee shirt off of me and forced me to stand where she wanted and everything. I’m glad to know that her idea made him have a long night thinking about me. If I’m honest, he’s pretty much the only thing I could think about too. The alcohol couldn’t even keep my mind off him for long.

  Before I can type out a message back, I hear a Harley come roaring into the lot behind us. When we all turn, we see Dom getting off his bike and making his way towards us. “This shit better be good.” Dom grumbles out. When he comes to stop next to me, I see his eyes widen with surprise. At least we know he didn’t do this.

  “What the fuck happened?” His voice is tense and you would think that he’d be happy that this bitch was dead.

  “No idea.” My dad states. “I have a prospect getting the tape from last night and this morning, but it had to be after six am. That’s when I got here and that bitch was nowhere in sight.” His phone starts to ring and he answers it walking away.

  We stand there staring at the body for a good twenty minutes before Danvers comes up behind us. “What the fuck happened?” He asks, looking between the three of us.

  “No fuckin’ clue. Haven’t looked at the tapes yet.” Danvers nods his head and makes his way over to the body. He checks a few things before he looks over his shoulder at us.

  “You boys didn’t do this shit, did you?” he asks. He takes in her face, I know he’s putting together who she is.

  “No. We didn’t do shit. One of the prospects found her out here.” Prez grits out. He’s pissed that someone had the balls to toss her on our doorstep. Whoever it is probably knows our relation with her. The prospect comes out with a tablet and brings it over to us. Danvers comes over and Prez hits the play button. We watch the tapes for a few minutes before we see a couple of men in all black. They look around before dumping the body on the ground. When they turn to walk away, we get a glimpse at one of their faces.

  Prez pauses the video and takes a screenshot. He taps at the screen and sends the photo over to Danvers. “I’ll start running facial recognition on the photo and I’ll let you know what I find out. I’m going to need to call this shit in now.”

  “Do what you need to. Let me know if you need anything from us.” They shake hands and Danvers walks away to place a call to his department. One good thing about having Danvers on our side is that he doesn’t jump to conclusions. He finds the facts before he immediately blames us for shit. Plus he knows we only do what we have to in order to protect our own.

  We don’t kill women for the hell of it. If anything we protect them even if they don’t always deserve it. A few more of the guys start to show up and everyone’s attention is focused on the dead girl. “I need to head out.” I state, looking over at my pops and Prez.

  “Where the fuck you going?” My dad clips.

  “Babysitting for that shithead brother of mine.” I state. He nods his head before turning towards Prez.

  “We need to call church when we have more info on the fuckers who dropped her here.” Prez nods his head and looks back over to me.

  “Tell B what is going on and make sure you both are on high alert. I don’t want anything else happening.” I nod and make my way into the clubhouse to shower.

  Once I’m showered and dressed, I make my way out to my bike. Now there are even more brothers gathered around and I’m actually thankful that I have a date with the coolest little kids I know.

  Chapter Six

  The time we’ve interviewed the victims’ families, I have a sneaking suspicion that the boyfriends are either the same person or in on it together. Each of the families spoke highly of the boyfriend, yet didn’t have photos of their daughter’s with the men in question. The only thing that makes sense is that they are in fact the same person.

  Taking a seat at the conference table at the station, I start to scan over the photos again to see if I missed anything.

  “You’re going to wear yourself out.” Canaan says as he takes a seat next to me. He pulls the photo out of my hand and starts to look at it.

  “Naw, I’m good. I’m just trying to link the boyfriend. I think they are all the same guy.” I point to the photo and he looks at it intently. “See this tattoo?” He nods his head, so I grab the next one and point it out on that photo too. “Here it is again.” He reaches for the other photo and it’s in that one as well.

  “Shit,” he breathes. “What is the chance that three men have the same exact tattoo in three different towns?”

  “It’s very slim.” I reply. Not that he really cares the answer. He is thinking the same thing I am now. My phone buzzes with a new message in my pocket. My mind flashes to the biker, but checking the time on my watch, I see that it’s a little past midnight there. We’ve been up for more than twenty-four hours. Rubbing my palms over my eyes, I stifle a yawn and lean back in my chair.

  “You going to ignore it?” When I look over at Canaan, he has a grin on his face. “If I had the attention of a hot woman, I definitely wouldn’t be ignoring it.” I shake my head at him and he just laughs. We are pretty much the only ones still here in the precinct besides the cops that are on the night shift.

  “Let’s head out. You can go talk to lover boy at the hotel.” I sigh and get up from my seat. As much as I want to talk to the biker, I’m more interested in sleeping. Tomorrow we have an early wakeup call and I’m already dreading it.

  By the time we pull up to the hotel, I’m dragging ass and so is Canaan, I don’t have to listen to him telling me to go talk to the biker. I make my way to my room and he makes his way to his without another word. Closing the door behind me, I pull my phone out and hit the message button.

  Seeing his words on my screen, I feel my body heat up. Shit.

  Your Sexy Biker: Tell me you’re coming back to town soon.

  I groan and sit on the edge of the bed. My bag is sitting in the corner of the room, but I don’t bother moving for it. The only thing I need right now is my phone charger and I left that at the station.

  Me: Won’t know probably until tomorrow. I’m hoping we do though.

  His response is almost instant. Part of me wonders if he was waiting for my message to come through.

  My Sexy Biker: What are you doing ri
ght now?

  My dick hardens at his message and I run my hand on the outline of my dick through my jeans.

  Me: Just got back to my room. You?

  I am playing with fire right now. Part of me wants to continue the messaging and imagining the way his body felt against mine, but the other part of me is exhausted and ready to pass the fuck out. My curiosity wins out like always as I wait impatiently for his next message.

  My Sexy Biker: Showin’ is easier than telling.

  I groan when I click on the photo he sent. Fuck. His body is fucking amazing. What I wouldn’t give to be able to run my tongue along the contours of his abs. My dick presses against the zipper of my jeans, I can’t think of anything but him now.

  Me: Damn. If I could, I’d be on the next plane home.

  My Sexy Biker: I definitely wouldn’t complain about that. I’m wishing your mouth was my hand right now.

  Unbuttoning my jeans, I push them down my hips and stand up to push them the rest of the way down. I start to unbutton my shirt and toss it on the ground. The only thing on my mind right now is imagining him in this room with me. Laying back on the bed, I pull my boxer briefs down enough to get my dick out. My finger runs over the tip, I feel the precum that is already gathering there.

  Me: My dick is hard just thinking about you.

  My Sexy Biker: I want to see. Show me.

  Fuck it. Hitting a few buttons, I go to the facetime app and hit call on his name. I can feel the nerves take over my body as I wait for him to answer the call. When the screen turns on, I see the outline of his body. The room he is in is dark, with very little light. “Hey.” He rasps over the line. His husky voice turns me on more, I have to wrap my fingers around my dick and squeeze.

  “Hi.” My voice doesn’t even sound like mine. “I thought this would be the best way to show you.” I can see him scan over my body as I hold the phone above me. His eyes stay on my dick longer than the rest of me and I can hear his groan through the phone.

  “You have no fuckin’ clue how much I want you right now.” He leaves the screen for a second and then I see his body. The light he turned on shows me everything I’ve been missing since I was called away to this damn case.

  Never have I been this way about a guy I met in a bar. Typically, I could care less if I ever talked to them again even if we didn’t have sex. Sometimes when I’m in the bar to get laid, we go back to one of our places and end up just messing around. But with this biker, I want to see him again. Just staring at his body gets me harder than ever before.

  There is something about a man with a nipple ring that turns me the fuck on. I didn’t notice it the other night. His hand grips his dick, I watch as he strokes himself slowly. His fingers run over his piercing and I want to wrap my mouth around it again, feel the cold metal in my mouth as I take him to the back of my throat.

  “Spencer,” he moans. “I want to watch you.” I slide my hand down my stomach, stopping my hand at the tip. I swirl my finger around the tip before I grip it tightly and slowly move my hand up and down my shaft. His eyes follow my hand as he continues to stroke himself.

  I watch the way his abs constrict as he jerks himself. His powerful forearms flex with every stroke and my God it gets me close. Just the sight of his powerful body gets me hot. My whole body feels like it’s about to go up in flames. “I’m going to come,” I grit out. My teeth are clenched and the only thing I can focus on now is his face.

  The lust written all over his face is what finally pushes me over the edge. “Oh fuck,” he groans. My eyes close, I can hear his heavy breathing through the phone. “I’m going to come.” His voice strains and when I open my eyes, I see the spurts of cum as they coat his rock hard stomach.

  “That is so fuckin’ hot…” I pause. I still don’t even know his name. It’s not like I’m going to call him my sexy biker like his contact says in my phone.

  “Elijah. My name is Elijah,” he breaths out. I watch as he strokes himself some more, drawing the last of the cum from his spent cock. Damn, is that a beautiful sight.

  “Elijah.” I test his name and I like the way it sounds.

  “Fuck, I love the way you say my name. If I’d known it sounded that good from your lips, I would have told you last night.” I grin at his words.

  “Well we were a little busy at the time.” I smirk. He chuckles and a banging on his door takes his attention away from me.

  “Eli, get your ass out here.” Watching him, I see his eyes change and then he sighs.

  “I need to get going. I’ll give you a call tomorrow.” His eyes move from whatever he’s looking at back to me. A small grin pulls at the side of his mouth as he watches me.

  “Okay. Have a good night.” He winks at me before ending the call. Blowing out a breath, I look at the time and groan. Tomorrow I’m going to need lots of damn coffee to even be able to function. Getting off the bed, I make my way into the shower to wash the cum off my skin. Watching the way his body tensed up as he came was one of the hottest things I’ve ever witnessed, I can’t wait until I can see it again in person.

  Once I clean off, I shut the water off, towel dry and make my way to bed. Three hours of sleep is better than none I guess. Slipping under the covers, I look up at the ceiling. Being in hotel rooms is the only thing I hate about this job. The rooms make me feel so damn claustrophobic. I almost didn’t even remember that I was here until now. My mind was too focused on what Elijah was doing to pay much attention to my surroundings.

  Closing my eyes, I try to push all thoughts of him out of my head so I can finally fall asleep. Just as I’m about to fall asleep, my phone beeps with a new message.

  My Sexy Biker: Dream about me.

  Fuck. I’m totally fucking screwed.

  The next morning, I wake up at five a.m. and fumble my way into the shower. Letting the hot water hit my skin, I just stand there until I hear my phone ringing in the other room. I’m tired and in desperate need of coffee before I even think about anything case related. Shutting the water off, I grab a towel and wrap it around my waist before walking over to my phone.

  “Hart.” I answer right before it goes to voicemail.

  “Hey man, you almost ready? We are getting ready to leave.” I sigh and run my hand through my wet hair.

  “Yeah, I’ll be down in a minute. Woke up late. Grab me a coffee?” Canaan chuckles over the line and I want to punch the asshole.

  “Late night talking to your new friend?” I can already imagine him waggling his eyebrows as he asks the question.

  “Just get me a coffee. I’ll be down in a minute.” I state again. I can hear his laugh as he says he will and the line goes dead. Sometimes I don’t know why I became friends with him.

  Walking over to my bag, I pull out a clean pair of jeans and a dark gray button up shirt. Once I’m dressed, I make my way back into the bathroom to brush my teeth and style my hair a little before grabbing my boots and pulling them on my feet quickly. Making my way down to the lobby as quickly as I can, I see the rest of the guys standing there. They all have coffee in their hands and they are talking quietly to each other.

  “Here,” Canaan says pushing a coffee towards me. I take it and sip on the hot liquid. I groan as the liquid hits my tongue, Canaan gives me a knowing grin. Fucker.

  “Let’s get to the station. We have some leads to follow up on and I want to interview the boyfriends today.” Dixon states. We follow his lead and walk out to our SUV’s.

  Chapter Seven

  After getting off the phone with Spencer last night, my night went from good to bad in a matter of minutes. Prez decided on sending us on a run that lasted for most of the night. By the time we finally made it back to the clubhouse, it was already morning. Walking through the clubhouse, I make my way to the bar and ask for a shot of whiskey. I’m not even picky as to what the prospect gives me as long as it’s something strong.

  My body is fucking exhausted, my mind doesn’t stray too far from Spencer. Watching him
come last night was the damn highlight of my day. With all the shit that’s been going on here lately, it’s nice to have a distraction. Now only if I can get him to come back to town so I can be buried deep inside of him.

  Once I down my shot, my phone starts to ring. “Fuck.” I groan. Looking at the screen, I see River’s smiling face. As soon as I hit the answer button I regret it. “Yeah?”

  “Oh my God. I’m so glad you’re awake. I need your help.” I sigh and take a seat back on the bar stool I was just vacating.

  “What’s up?” I ask, not really wanting to know the answer. I love her and everything, but I’m not really in the mood to listen to her bitch about my brother and how he’s still ignoring her.

  “My parents are throwing this party and I need a date. Please tell me you’ll come. They will freak out if I show up alone and plus they invited that asshole I used to date. You remember the one I told you about? He’s supposedly only going so that he can see me and I don’t want to go alone in case he tries to put the moves on me again. Please say you’ll come.” My head spins with how fast all those fuckin’ words just came out of her mouth.

  “Seriously? You want me to be your date because you still don’t have the balls to ask my brother out?” I groan, putting my head in my hand and leaning against the bar. Sometimes I don’t get them. I see the way they both look at the other when they think no one is looking. It’s fucking pathetic.

  “I swear to God, I will put my heel into your dick if you start with me. I’m panicking here and you are talking shit.” I hear her blow out a breath over the line, I can’t help but smirk.

  “You won’t do shit. When and where?” I finally give in and ask.

  “Friday night, seven p.m., at my parents’ house, and dress nice.”

  “What you don’t think I dress nicely?” I joke with her.

  “You know I love your badass biker look, but you know my parents.” She sighs before she continues. “It’s some fancy dinner thing with a few people they are trying to impress.” I don’t say anything else because I can tell she’s already had enough of my shit for one day.