Wayward Secret (Wayward Saints MC Book 7)

by K. Renee

  He squeezes a generous amount on his dick and then starts to run his hand up and down his shaft. When he makes his way back towards me, I can feel my heart hammering in my chest. “I love seeing your ass out just like this. You like to be spanked?” His eyebrow rises with his question, I forget to speak. I swear you would think that I was a mute or something when I’m around him.

  “I asked if you liked being spanked.” As soon as the words are out of his mouth, his hand comes down on my ass cheek. I can’t help the small yelp that comes from my mouth.

  “Yeah Eli, I do. But I want you to fuck me. Please?” I beg. Fuck, he has no idea how much I want him inside of me right now. I want it more than my next breath.

  I hear him chuckle before I feel his body heat getting closer to me. His hands slide down my back and stop on my ass cheeks. He gives each cheek a squeeze before he opens me wide and rubs the head of his dick into my opening. “I can’t wait to sink inside of you.” His husky voice only turns me on more.

  “Then fuck me.” I bite out. I’m tired of his teasing. I want him in me now. I reach behind me and grab his hip, pulling him into me. The head of his dick slowly starts to slide inside of me, I feel the familiar stretch.

  Once he gets past my ring of muscle, we both groan together. His chest is now resting on my back as he takes a few deep breaths, calming himself. “Fuck,” he mutters.

  “Move Eli. I need you to move.” I whimper. His teeth graze my ear, I feel his warm breath spread over me.

  “If I move now, I’m going to come.” His harsh whisper tells me that he’s barely holding on. “You’re so fucking tight.” I can feel his heart racing as he lies on top of me. I feel his breathing slow down and finally he starts to move. Slow, deep thrusts. Each plunge hits right when I want it, I can feel the jolt in my body as he hits my prostate. I moan into the bedspread.

  “Harder.” I grunt out as his hand comes down on my ass cheek. Each move of his hips brings me closer to the edge and fuck does it feel amazing. No other man has ever made me feel the way he does. His hand grips my length and he starts to slide his hand up and down it with long, hard strokes in time with his dick.

  “Oh God.” I whine. I’m about to fucking come. There is nothing that is going to stop it right now. It feels way too damn good. “Christ, I’m going to come.” He picks up his pace and fucks me harder. The slapping of his thighs hitting the back of mine and our grunts are the only sounds in the room.

  “Come for me.” He demands in my ear. His lips trail along my neck and they hover over my pulse. The minute his teeth sink into my skin, I come.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I yell out as I grip the blankets. His hand continues to stroke me I as come all over the side of the bed and blankets. As I’m coming down from my orgasm, I feel him pull away from me. Before I can even make sense of anything again, I feel his warm cum hitting my bare skin. His grunts fill my room and I just close my eyes, reveling in the amazing way he’s made me feel tonight.

  His lips land in the middle of my back and he kisses his way up to my neck. “That was fucking amazing.” He says in between kisses. His finger runs up and down my back and starts to rub small circles in certain places.

  When I look over my shoulder at him, he’s rubbing his semen into my skin, marking me in a way.

  Chapter Eleven

  After the amazing sex, I dragged his sexy as fuck ass up to the pillows and cuddled in behind him. My hand is resting on his throat and his ass is pressed firmly into my dick. The feel of his body against mine is like heaven and if I had the choice, I’d never leave.

  “You going to stay?” he mumbles. His breathing is evening out, I know he’s about to pass out. I weight my options. I have church first thing to go over the shit my brothers found out about the dead bitch on our turf.

  “Yeah.” I whisper against the side of his neck and bury my face into it. It’s been a long time since I’ve stayed after sex. I’m not the type to want to cuddle and talk afterwards. I like to get off and then get the fuck out.

  My eyes close and I start to drift off to sleep with this beautiful man when my phone starts to ring out in the other room. The loud ringtone isn’t one I recognize right off the bat, so I extract myself from him and make my way towards the sound. When I finally get to it, I see that I have eight missed calls from my brothers.

  Rubbing my hands down my face, I try to figure out what the fuck they’d be calling about at this fucking hour. When I put the phone to my ear and start to listen to the voicemails, I know this shit is just getting worse. With all the shit that went down a few months ago, I can’t help but think about Raef when I see all the missed calls. Raef may not have been my brother by blood, but he was my brother. We grew up together. The six of us boys were pretty much inseparable as we were growing up. Although we didn’t have much choice, we didn’t care. We all clicked.

  Ever since his death, we’ve been pulled together even tighter than before. When shit goes down, we call each other. I think part of it may be because we were there to witness it. We watched as the bullet tore right through his chest. Just thinking about it brings back the bad memories. I have to fight back tears at the thought of Sailor screaming as she watched him take the bullet that was meant for his old man.

  The only shitty thing is that she’s pulled away from us. She refuses to talk to anyone but Prez and Anslie. Even then I hear that it’s hard to get her to talk to them. I’m sure she blames us for his death and hell, I’m sure if I was in her situation, I would too. But he died protecting his family. Something he swore to do.

  We all wanted to follow in our father’s footsteps. Even I did. Being as different as I am than the others, I still respect the hell out of my old man and our Prez.

  Hitting the call button on Brant’s name, I wait for him to answer. When our old man steps down, he’s the next in line. I can’t imagine the stress he feels about that shit. He’s always been the one to keep us walking the straight and narrow even when he was fucking up. Personally, I think he’ll be a great vice president. He’s always had a way of getting people to follow him just like Dominic.

  “About fucking time asshole.” He grunts into the phone.

  “I’ve been a little busy.” I grit out. I don’t question them when they don’t answer.

  “I don’t care if you’re fucking the damn queen, answer your damn phone.” I hear him say something to someone, but his words are too mumbled to hear them clearly. “We were going to call church tonight, but a few of the brothers weren’t answering. It’s scheduled for eight a.m. Don’t be fucking late or dad will have your ass.” I roll my eyes. Dad doesn’t say shit when we’re late. Plus, I’ve never been late to church before; I’m not going to start now.

  “What the fuck is the big deal?” I ask. I’m fucking tired and all I want to do is climb back into bed with Spencer.

  “Prez got some news about how that bitch that took Axle ended up on our steps.” This peaks my interest. I’ve been trying to figure that shit out since we found her.

  “Why?”

  I hear him sigh and I’m sure he’s rubbing his hand across his beard. “Hold on, let me go to my office. I don’t want Anslie to hear this shit.” His voice is a soft whisper. Shit, it might be worse than I thought.

  I hear the click of a door over the phone and what sounds like his feet hitting the top of his desk. “So you remember Anslie’s mom right?”

  “Yeah, the crazy bitch that took her from Prez.” I state. I remember we were little tots when that shit went down, but we heard all about it as we got older.

  “Well when shit went down with Ryder and his ole’ lady, she was at the strip club. I guess she’s been hanging around town. Prez is fucking pissed and so am I. I’m not letting that bitch come anywhere near my girl or my kids.” He blows out a harsh breath over the line.

  “What does this have to do with the bitch who kidnapped Dom’s kid?” I still don’t see the connection.

  “The tape caught sight of her just outside of the
gates. You don’t notice her because you’re not looking, but it’s fucking her. It almost looks like Ans on the tape.” I think back to the tape and try to remember if I saw her or not.

  “I thought it was two men who dropped the bitch off?” I ask.

  “It was. But I think she came with them or was trying to get some dirt. Shit, I don’t know. I forced Anslie to tell me what her bitch of a mom was texting her. I still can’t believe they’ve kept me in the fucking dark.” I snort at that. Does he really mean that shit? Hell, even I can see why they did it. He’s a damn loose cannon when it comes to her, especially since she’s going to give birth at any moment.

  “Trust me, it was a good idea that they did. You would have gone in guns blazing and who the fuck knows what would have happened.” He chuckles, but doesn’t disagree. He could have gotten himself killed and then where would her and the kids be.

  “I think her mom has something to do with this shit. Raef’s death, her showing up, and that bitch being dumped at the clubhouse.” He continues talking, but I hear Spencer’s footsteps.

  “Hey I have to go. I’ll see you in the morning.”

  “You with some bitch?” he asks.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow.” I say again. He grumbles something into the phone, but I don’t catch the words because I’m too busy watching the way Spencer is walking towards me. His eyes never leave my face as I tell my oldest brother bye and hang up before he can continue talking.

  “Everything okay?” His sleepy voice is sexy as fuck.

  “Yeah, it was my brother. I was just coming back to bed.” His arm wraps around my waist and he pulls me to him.

  “Good. The bed was really lonely without you.” He gives me a shy, sleepy smile. I start to walk him backwards and I lean down to kiss his lips. “How many brothers do you have?” his question is quite cute in his sleepy state.

  “I have three by blood.” He raises an eyebrow at me and waits for me to expand on that further. “Biker brothers babe.” He nods slightly.

  When we come to the bedroom, I spin him around and force him to walk to the bed. Once he climbs in, I get in right beside him. He turns to face me and I get this sudden urge to kiss him. Every time I look into his eyes, I see a part of me that I never knew I was looking for. It’s almost like he accepts me. I know it sounds fucking crazy, especially since we’ve known each other less than a week.

  Something in his eyes calls to me, dragging me out of the fucking hell I feel like I’ve been trapped in all my life.

  “Why are you staring at me like that?” he asks with a smile.

  “I don’t know. I guess because when I look at you, I don’t see the judgement.” His smile turns into a frown and he reaches up to run his fingers down the side of my face, brushing some of my hair out of my eyes.

  “Why would I judge you? We’re more alike than you probably realize.” I stare at him for a few minutes before I say anything.

  “We are nothing alike. I’m probably the worse man for you to be with.” I watch his eyebrows scrunch together and when he goes to say something, I stop him. Putting my finger to his lips, I silence his words. “Trust me; I’m not a good guy. I don’t deserve the happily ever after, and I know that I’ll screw this up in a day or two.”

  “You have no idea what you’re talking about.” he murmurs. His mouth presses against mine in a sweet kiss that rocks me to my core. He thinks he knows me, but he doesn’t. Sure we texted back and forth a little while he was gone, but I didn’t even skim the surface. I told him I was a biker, but he has no idea that I’m part of the Wayward Saints. We’ve been deemed some of the worse men in Las Vegas, even though people don’t really know us.

  We are just like every other club out there, but we are focused on our family. Have we killed? Yeah, we do what we have to. After Raef’s death, we’ve been trying like hell to take the bastards down. A few of them got away and I wish like hell we could track them, but we can’t. We’ve hit every damn road block possible.

  “You’re better than me.” I mumble against his lips.

  “I don’t think so.” He responds, pulling me closer to his body. His face buries itself into my neck and I feel his warm breath fans across it. Just having him in my arms right now makes it seem like I can have the good life my brothers have. That I can fall for someone and not be judged.

  Who am I kidding? As soon as my brothers find out, it’s going to be fucking hell. I know my mom thinks that my brothers are going to accept me with open arms, but I’m skeptical. They are set in their own thoughts and there isn’t a damn thing I’ll be able to do to change their minds. I’ve heard the stories from the old days. I’ve heard what they’ve done to men who came out as gay in the MC world.

  It’s not an easy road, even though I’m terrified of stumbling down the road, I think that Spencer would be worth the trouble. The attraction I feel for him is undeniable. There is no way that I’ll be able to walk away from him after tonight. He’s already burying himself into me inch by inch, I'm just as excited as I am scared of it.

  He will be my downfall. Protecting him from my brothers is something I’ll do if the situation arises.

  Chapter Twelve

  Waking up wrapped in his arms is probably hands down the best way to wake up. His strong arms tighten around me and pull me closer to his body. I melt into his embrace and close my eyes. Before I can fall back asleep, my phone starts to ring in my pants pocket. Groaning, I rub my hand over my eyes and then start to pull away from his body. After a kiss to the back of my neck, he releases me and lets me get up.

  Stalking over to my jeans from last night, I find my phone and see Dixon’s name on the screen. Hitting the answer button, I put it to my ear and breathe a hello.

  “Sorry to call so early. I just got a new case on my desk and it’s a hot one. I need you here ASAP.”

  “Got it. I’m going to shower first.” I grumble. I had some dirty plans that I was hoping to take advantage of while I had Elijah in my bed. When I look over at the bed, I see him leaning up on his elbow, watching every move I make. Dixon says something else, but I completely miss it. The line goes dead and I just continue to stare at the sexy biker that is currently taking up his fair share of my bed.

  “Don’t worry about it. I need to go anyway. I have to meet my brothers in an hour.” I take a deep breath and walk over towards him.

  “I just hate that I keep getting called away.” When I get close enough, he wraps his arm around me and pulls me closer to him. I fall onto the bed and land on his chiseled chest.

  “Don’t.” He presses his mouth to mine and I let my mind go blank. I don’t think about anything but the two of us. His hand slides up to cup my neck as he kisses me without any shame. His tongue slips into my mouth and I massage his with mine.

  My hands go to his chest and just as I’m about to crawl back into bed with him for a few more minutes, his phone starts to ring. Closing my eyes, I sigh and pull away from him. “Sorry,” he groans. When he looks at his screen he rolls his eyes and hits the answer button before saying, “What?” to whoever is on the other side of the phone.

  “Oh hey little man.” He pauses for a second before he says something else. “No, I’ll talk to your daddy about it. Me, you, and Sev can go to the movies without that lame daddy of yours.” He grins and when he looks up at me, I see a happiness that I’ve only seen once before. “Yeah, we can do a man’s day. No mom allowed.” He chuckles at whatever response he gets and then asks to talk to the little one's dad.

  “Yeah, I’m heading that way in a few.” He looks over at me before he smirks again. “Naw, I’m an hour out.” He sits up and presses his mouth silently to mine. “No, I’m not bringing River.” He says as he pulls his mouth from mine. Instead of getting in between him and whoever he’s talking to, I make my way towards my closet to pull on some clothes. I’m already running late and if I shower there is no way I’ll make it in time for the case briefing.

  I can hear parts and pieces of his conversati
on, but I hate eavesdropping. Instead I focus on getting ready and repacking my go bag for my truck. Hopefully I won’t have to use it again so soon, but it wouldn’t be the first time. With the rate the cases have been going lately, we’ve spent more time in other states than our own.

  Once I set my bag by the bedroom door I feel hands on my hips. He moves his hands up my chest and presses his lips against my neck. “You going out of town again?”

  I try to turn to face him, but he doesn’t let me go. “Don’t know until after I get to the office.” I murmur, giving him better access to my neck. He sucks and nips along my neck and then back down to my collarbone before he finally pulls away.

  “If you stay local, let me know. I’d love to see you again.” His lips make me forget everything I was just thinking about. My breathing hitches as he runs his tongue along my neck. Reaching behind me, I feel that he’s now got his jeans back on, but is still missing his shirt. He must have brought them in here last night when he went to answer his phone.

  “As soon as I know, I’ll send you a text.” He nips at my earlobe in answer, I can’t help the groan that falls from my lips. Fuck, I love the way his mouth feels on me.

  “You better. I’m nowhere near done with you.” My dick hardens at his words. Fuck, I wish I could go back to bed with him right now instead of work. He releases me with one more kiss to my neck. When I turn to look at him, I feel like the wind gets knocked out of me.

  His hooded eyes bring me in and I want to get lost in them. He’s everything I’ve always wanted and never knew I’d find, wrapped up in a bad boy biker package. Someone in my field should stay the fuck away from him. If my superiors found out, I could lose my job. Hell, I could lose everything I’ve worked so damn hard for.