by Renee, K
“Yeah, Prez. That would be good.”
I look at Henley and she just smiles. “Can you give him a ride, angel?” I ask sweetly.
She kisses my lips. “Let’s go.”
“You heard the lady, boys. Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
I walk Henley to her car, getting a feeling someone is watching us. Scanning the parking lot, I see nothing out of the ordinary. Jase notices my uneasiness and he starts to look around, too. I kiss Henley and help her into her car. Before Jase gets in, I stop him.
“Keep an eye out, yeah?”
He nods, then gets into the car. I straddle my bike and wait for her to lead the way.
We get to the club house with no problems and I’m kind of glad to be here. I’ve called this place home for as long as I can remember. When Henley gets out of the car, I can tell she’s nervous as she scans the parking lot with wide eyes. Last time she was here was to meet me to talk about the case. She was a spitfire, but I know she was just acting the role. She played it to the tee and I am glad she did. I need a woman who can put up with my kids, my brothers, and everyone else in our extended family.
I make my way to her, grab her hand, and lead her inside and straight to the bar. A few of the guys are hooting and hollering about Jase being back on club grounds. Getting to the bar, I order us a couple of beers, then sit on the barstool and pull her between my legs.
A few of the club whores make their way to the bar and start to stare daggers at her. I feel her body tense as I take a sip of my beer.
“I don’t think they really like me,” she whispers in between sips of her own beer.
I laugh. “Angel, it doesn’t matter if they don’t like you. Those bitches don’t matter. I only care about my kids’ and my brothers’ opinions.”
At my declaration, she leans in and kisses me with a passion I’ve never seen her initiate before. I will do everything I can to make sure this woman is part of my future. We spend most of the night celebrating.
Around ten, I can tell Henley has had too much to drink. She’s slurring and animatedly talking with Anslie and Coley, Dom’s old lady. They must have finally came up for some air. I can see she’s getting mad about something, but I don’t have a chance to defuse the situation. Anslie looks at me apologetically, but I can’t even imagine why. When I finally decide to walk over there, Brantley meets me halfway.
“Your ol’ lady looks pissed, Prez,” he says with a smirk.
Sometimes I wish I would have killed that kid all those years ago. When we reach the girls, I can hear Henley raising her voice.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” she shrieks.
Part of me wants to know what she’s talking about; the other just wants to slink away. The more she drinks, the louder she gets.
“That stupid little cunt better stay away from him.” Then her tone changes dramatically. “God, your father is so goddamn sexy. I want to go over there and ride his cock right here, right now,” she sighs. Coley starts giggling, and Anslie just makes gagging sounds.
I can’t help but laugh at her. She has no idea I’m standing right behind her until I lean into her back. She jumps.
“Angel, I can definitely arrange that if you really want it.” I feel her shiver as I nip her neck.
Anslie continues to make gagging noises. “Go get a room!”
Spinning her around, I toss Henley over my shoulder and say my good nights. I can hear her giggles, but I am now on a mission to get my girl naked and under me as fast as I can.
Chapter Twenty
When Cason tossed me over his shoulder, I knew I was going to get exactly what I wanted. Drunk sex. Hot, sweaty, drunk sex. I wanted Cason to fuck me harder than usual. I’m pretty sure I told Anslie way more than she bargained for, but she and Coley are just so easy to talk to and I got carried away.
For the first time in my life, I felt like I had friends other than Nikki. Well, technically, Nikki and I were never really friends. We call each other when we don’t have anything else to do, or when one of us needs someone to talk to. I never thought I would be dating a man who has kids my age.
When he finally comes to a stop in front of a door, I can’t help the giggles that escape. His hand comes down on my ass, and I yelp, wiggling around on his shoulder.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll be fucking you senseless tonight,” he smirks, unlocking the door. He walks in, shutting the door with his foot. My body is humming with excitement and I can’t wait for him to take me any way he wants. He slides me down the front of his body, lying me on the bed.
It smells just like him and I can feel my panties dampen. All I want is for his cock to be inside me. Shit, it’s the only thing my drunk, horny mind can think of at the moment.
He kisses a blazing trail down my neck, and my body breaks out in chills. When he gets to my chest, he rips open my white button-up blouse, the buttons flying everywhere. I’m so turned on, I can’t even get myself to care that he just ruined my shirt.
His hands are everywhere as he strips me to just my bra and panties. As he kisses down my belly, I shamelessly try to get his mouth right where I want it. He smirks against my thigh, holding my body right where he wants it.
He grabs my panties and I lift up enough so he can get them over my ass. Once he gets them off, he tosses them over his shoulder without a glance. Those will be hard to find tomorrow.
As he starts to kiss his way back up my body, my back arches and his fingers reach around, taking my bra off with precision. Once I’m completely naked, he runs his fingers down my body, his mouth latching onto my clit.
“Ohhh, god,” I moan, his tongue swirling around my nub. My fingers fist in his hair and I hold his head right where it is. I hear him groan, but the only thing I can focus on is the feeling of his stubble rubbing against my inner thighs. As he continues to lick and suck my pussy, I get lost in the feelings and emotions running through my body and mind.
I cry out in ecstasy and my hips jerk. When I finally fall over the edge, my body feels like it is breaking into a million different pieces. I scream out Cason’s name and moan loudly as I ride out my release.
Before I even come down from my orgasm, Cason lines up and slams into me.
“Oh fuck, angel,” he groans out as he thrusts into my spasming pussy. The sound of our moans and bodies slapping together fills the room. Never in my life have I thought sex noises were hot, but the noises coming from us make me even hotter.
When I feel his cock harden even more, I know he’s close. I reach down and lightly grip his balls in my hand. Rolling them and barely applying pressure, his breathing deepens even more.
“Fuck, Hen,” he groans out, lifting my leg over his shoulder. At this angle, he is hitting all the right spots. My vision is starting to blur and I am about to fall over the edge again. His strong hands grip my waist and he moans out my name.
“Holy fuck!” I yell out as he comes inside of me, the feel of it causing me to come again. He grunts and kisses my neck, then collapses on top of me. For the first time in a while, I realize I am happy. I never thought I would find happiness with a biker.
Cason is the same age my father would have been if he were still alive. You would think that would weird me out, but it doesn’t. He turns me on like no one else ever has.
“Fuck, angel,” he whispers, kissing me. “You fucking blow my mind every time.” He rolls us over so he’s lying on his back and I am on top of him.
When his phone starts to ring, I want to smash it into a million little pieces. I’m surprised when he doesn’t even move to reach for it. Typically, the thing is attached to his ear. He’s on his phone more than I am.
“Aren’t you gonna get that?” I ask, tracing the tattoos on his chest.
“Nope. I got everything I need right here.”
I giggle and rub my face against his chest. All of a sudden, realization sinks in. I push up on his chest and look down at him.
“What’s wrong?” he questions, running
his fingers down my naked skin.
How do I tell him? Maybe I’m crazy. How the hell can you fall in love with someone in just a few short weeks?
“I, uhh…,” I start. He’s going to think I’m crazy. Hell, I think I’m crazy.
He looks at me, a smile on his face. “What’s wrong, babe?” His cocky grin drives me wild and crazy at the same time. It’s not fair.
I smack his chest and he starts to laugh. I have a feeling he knows what I’m about to say, but he’s trying to make me not so nervous. Joking about this might help him, but it makes me feel like he doesn’t feel the same spark I do.
“Do you think people, you know…? Only after a few short weeks, do you think people…?” I’m not even sure I really want the answer. I would rather sit here in my bubble of happiness and amazing sex than get an answer that would crush me.
“Henley,” he says, gripping my chin with his fingers. When I look at him, I can see my future. “You know I would do anything for you, yeah?” I nod. “I only want to make you happy. The last few weeks have been the best I’ve ever had. I can’t wait for many more with you.” He tangles his fingers in my hair and pulls my face to his. Staring into his eyes, I know he’s the one for me.
I blame the alcohol I consumed earlier for my next statement. “I’m falling in love with you, Cason.”
He slowly moves his mouth to mine. “Good, because I’ve been in love with you since the first time I saw you in my bar.”
I press my lips to his and we devour each other. When we finally pull apart, I lie my head on his chest.
“You’re the first person to make me feel cherished. That’s something I never thought I would find,” I say into his chest.
I fall asleep to him running his fingers up and down my spine.
Chapter Twenty-One
I never thought anyone would hold my heart again, then Henley came strutting into my bar and turned my world upside down. I tried to keep my distance…hell, I got Brantley to work with her when my feelings became too much…but when the threats started to come, I knew I had to protect her. I couldn’t let anything happen to her. It would destroy me.
My girl fell asleep an hour ago, but I can’t bring myself to move her off of me. I need to check my phone, but I’d rather stay here with her in my arms. When I hear my phone beep again, I know I need to handle business.
I gently roll Henley over, then slip out from under the covers. I go and grab my phone, then get back in bed. Checking my missed calls, I see an unfamiliar number, as well as ten text messages.
Selena: You will do what I want.
Brantley: Someone stopped by looking for you.
Selena: Damn it, Cason. You better fucking respond.
Anslie: I love Henley! Please say she’s sticking around! Love you, Dad!
Dominic: Hey, I’m gonna be off grid for a few days. Hope that’s okay. Need some time with Coley.
Nick: You’re about to get a whole lot of shit from your ex.
Selena: I’m gonna make your lives hell.
Anslie: Dad, Mom just texted me.
Anslie: She’s threatening Brant.
Anslie: Please, tell me what to do…
Fuck! As much as I want to kill that bitch, I need to know her end game. I wonder if she’s the one writing Henley those notes.
Me: Anslie, what did she tell you?
Within a minute, I get a response. Shit. I hope she’s not worrying about that bitch. I don’t want her to stress out and hurt the baby.
Anslie: She said she knows what he did to Steve. Please, Dad. Do something. We can’t lose him.
Me: Baby girl, I won’t let anything happen to him. Did you tell him?
Anslie: No. Dad, I’m scared. Haven’t we been through enough? Why does she have to continue to ruin my life?
Me: Baby girl, I know that bitch has done nothing but hurt you. I’ll make sure she stays away for good.
Anslie: Thank you. I love you.
Me: Love you, too, baby. Get to sleep. You’re growing my grandbaby and don’t need this stress.
I can feel Henley staring at me. I turn towards her and wrap my arms around her. “Is something wrong?” she whispers.
“Nothing I can’t handle,” I reply, kissing her forehead.
“Will you tell me? Maybe I can help,” she says, a look of sexy determination on her face. I love that she is willing to help me through everything. That’s the type of ol’ lady I need.
“Selena is threatening to tell the cops about what Brant did to Steve, her husband. I don’t want my little girl to be worried about that stupid bitch and her threats. If she tries to take Brant down, I’ll take her down first. I should never have let that bitch take my daughter away when she was five.”
I hear her gasp, looking at me with wide eyes. I forget that she’s not used to this lifestyle.
“What did Brantley do to him? Why did she take Anslie?” she asks quietly.
“Selena took Anslie away just to fuck with me. She just left one day and never came back. I searched everywhere for them. When I finally found them, Anslie was happier than I had ever seen her, so I let her mom raise her. At the time, I thought I was making the right decision.
“Brant snapped his neck because that motherfucker tried to hurt her. He was just protecting my daughter. He did the same thing I wish I would have done when Anslie was sixteen and I got her away from that bitch. I will do everything in my power to make sure Brant is there for his kids.”
I watch her mull over the information. She can either accept this is part of the life, or she can go running as far and as fast as she can.
“I get why you’re protecting them, but did Steve ever hurt Anslie?”
“When Ans was sixteen, she called late one night, saying Steve was in her room, looking for her. She told me it had happened a few times, but he was never able to find her. She always hid, and he was always high as a fucking kite. As soon as we found out, we went to get her. She lived with me until she went off to college.
“While she was gone, she was kidnapped and abused. She had the twins and didn’t tell any of us. Hell, Brant didn’t even know he was a father until about a year ago. Anslie ended up married to Steve’s nephew. I’m not sure if it was part of his plan or not, but her husband wasn’t a good guy, either. He hurt her in front of my grandsons, and let his uncle do whatever he wanted to her. I don’t know all the details. Just the ones she has given me.”
I put my head in my hands. I feel like a failure. I couldn’t even protect my own daughter. I can’t ever let that happen to another kid as long as I live. I regret leaving her with that bitch, and I sure as hell will never let anything happen to my grandsons. Daughter or not, if Anslie decided to leave, those boys would be here where we could protect them.
Henley wraps her arms around me and pulls my head to her chest. “Cason, it’s not your fault. You know that, right? You had no idea what type of men she would be bringing around your daughter. You are a great father. You got her out of there when she needed you. That’s what matters. You’re an amazing man and I love to see all of you together. Heck, I’m just honored that I get to see the bond you all share.” She kisses me softly and I bury my face into her neck. She’s the first woman to make me see that I couldn’t change what happened to Anslie.
We talked for a few more hours. At around four am, we fell asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Three Months Later
The past few months have been the best of my life. For the first time since my parents died, I am truly happy. I never knew I could love someone as much as I love Cason. He makes me feel cherished and loved every day.
Over the last few weeks, I have spent more time at Cason’s house than my own apartment. I thought it would be weird focusing on someone other than myself, but it makes me happy. I’ve also grown to love each and every one of Cason’s kids. They are all so different, yet so similar. I can see how much the boys respect their dad.
Anslie
and the twins stop by a few times a week to hang out with me and I love them. For being only four, Severye and Remington are the cutest and smartest little boys I’ve ever been around. I can’t believe what an amazing job Anslie has done raising them.
When she told me about what happened to her, I was speechless. I couldn’t imagine ever doing that to my own child. My child would only know love.
I hear the sound of Cason’s Harley pulling up to the house and a smile instantly appears on my face. The door opens and Cason walks in, shouting into his phone.
“Don’t you fucking threaten me! I will put your into the fucking ground if you ever show your face here again.” He slams his phone shut.
When he turns towards me, I can see hate in his eyes. But his expression softens. “Hey, angel,” he says, walking towards me. Pulling me into his arms, he kisses me like I hold his happiness in the palm of my hands.
“Hey, handsome,” I say when we break apart.
His phone starts to ring again and I huff out. This is the only part that I hate about him being the president of an MC. Sometimes I just wish his phone would be off for a whole day, but that will never happen. He kisses me once more, then answers it.
“Yeah?” he barks.
Still wrapped in his arms, I run my fingers down his chest, slowly moving my hands down to his belt buckle. He’s not really listening to what they are saying because his eyes are focused on what I’m doing. When I undo his jeans and start to work them down, he starts to yell at whomever is on the phone.
“You are fucking kidding me! I want you to fucking bring that bastard in. I will deal with him myself. How long ‘til you get him there?”
His tone is lethal and I pause what I’m doing. Things are about to get crazy. He hangs up and pulls me to him. “Babe, I have to go. I’ll make it up to you later.”
“You better,” I pout.
He grabs my ass and squeezes. I yelp and he laughs. “I’ll be back as soon as I can, Hen. I love you.”
