by Renee, K.
I walk down the hall towards the bedroom we’re staying in and open the door quietly. Wynter’s eyes are still closed. So I set the cups down, lie down next to her, and kiss her neck.
She starts to stir, and I place another kiss to her neck. Her hands grip my arm that’s wrapped around her, and she rubs her ass against me. My dick hardens, and I need to fucking get control.
“Breakfast,” I whisper against her temple. She blinks her eyes open, and a small smile appears on her lips.
“What?” I ask grinning at her. She runs her fingers down the side of my face.
“Thank you for everything,” her voice is soft, and for the first time since I met here, she has a genuine smile on her face. It isn’t a big one, but I’ll take what I can get right now.
Leaning over, I grab a cup, and hand it to her. “Here, Anslie told me to bring this to you.”
I reach over and grab my cup, and take a drink before putting it back. Her stomach starts to growl, and her eyes widen.
I grab the cup from her, and help her up. “Come on. Let’s get you some breakfast.”
When the blanket falls down her body, I run my eyes over her body, and I can’t help but groan. Fucking hell. Her fucking body is to die for, and as much as I want her under me, I just grab my cup and make my way out into the hall. If I don’t then, there is no way I’ll be letting her up to get breakfast. I would be feasting on her body for breakfast instead.
When I come back into the living room, Brant has a smirk on his face. I want to go over there and knock it off his cocky face, but I refrain. Instead I walk over to the table, and take a seat.
Anslie walks over to me and hands me a plate, and then sets the twin’s plates down at their seats.
“Is Wynter joining us?” she asks sweetly. I nod my head, but don’t look up. Brant takes the seat across from me, and Anslie brings him a plate.
Looking over at the twins, I see them silently eating their food and watching us. When Wynter finally comes out of the room, I see Anslie set a plate for her next to me, and then takes seat next to Brant.
I pat the seat next to me, and she comes to sit down. Just as she’s about to take a bite of her food, Sev asks, “Unky is her yous irlfend?”
She starts to choke, and I pat her back. “Yeah Sev, she is.” He nods his head after thinking it over, and then Remy says, “I wike her.”
This time Brant and Anslie can’t help but laugh.
Leaning to Wynter, I whisper, “Looks like I have some competition.”
Chapter Thirteen
Sitting at the table with everyone else is a strange feeling. I haven’t sat at a table with other people in months. When one of the twins asked if I was Jase’s girlfriend, I almost choked on my toast. I didn’t expect that question at all.
Feeling his eyes on me, I know he’s about to say something. He whispers in my ear about having competition, and I can’t help but laugh at him.
“I think I’d take that adorable little boy over you any day.” Anslie and Brantley both bust up laughing, and one of the twins gets a big smile on his face.
“Her wike me beter unky,” he exclaims.
Jase mutters something under his breath, puts his hand on my thigh, letting his fingers trail up and under my shorts, causing me to gasp. Brantley gives us a knowing look, but doesn’t say anything. When his fingers make contact with my panties, I can’t help but squirm in my seat.
Jase leans over again, and kisses right below my ear. “You sure you want that little boy over me?” his breath tickles my neck, and he slips his finger under my panties.
I try and keep as straight faced as I can, but it’s no use. “I changed my mind,” I whisper. He gets a shit-eating grin on his face, as he sinks his finger inside of me. “Good.”
He slowly thrusts his finger in and out of me, and I have to take a drink of water to keep from moaning out. When he pulls his finger out of my panties and shorts, he looks me right in the eye, and sticks it in his mouth.
I can feel my heart beating crazy fast, and I know that Brantley and Anslie just saw what he did. Looking across the table, Brant is trying not to laugh, and Anslie is smacking him in the chest. Both of the boys are paying attention to each other, and I want to kill Jase.
I focus on eating the rest of my food and try not to pay attention to Jase at all, but he makes it impossible. Every few minutes he has his hands on me. What ever happened to this being for pretend? My whole body wants to let him continue, but my heart is still broken after what they found out about Shawn. I still can’t believe that he would do that to me.
After everyone is done eating, I help Anslie clear the table, and do the dishes.
“You know, I’ve never seen him like this with anyone before,” she looks me in the eye and smiles, “he likes you.”
I shake my head no. There’s no way he likes me, he doesn’t even know me.
“It’s just pretend,” I mutter, scrubbing the plate in my hand.
She shakes her head. “No it’s not. I can see you both are attracted to each other. But you’re afraid to let him in because you probably think that once this Saxton guy is gone, Jase will be gone too.”
How does she know that? I just nod my head in response. I’ve become quite attached to Jase in the last two days, and he is the first person to help me without expecting anything in return from me.
“I knew it,” she says with a huge grin.
“He’s a man whore. I won’t be what he wants in the end. Plus, he probably only wants to get in my pants,” I sigh, and hand her the plate so she can put it in the dish washer.
“Girl, you are crazy. Have you looked in the mirror lately? You are fucking hot, and if my future brother-in-law is that fucking stupid, I’ll junk punch him. Trust me honey you deserve the world, and if he doesn’t give it to you, don’t settle until you find someone who will.”
I look at her with my mouth hanging open. Did she really just say that? I would have thought that she’d be on Jase’s side.
“You realize you just stood up for him, and then pretty much gave him a big fuck you in the same sentence.” She shrugs her shoulders, and grabs the cup out of my hand.
The guys both come in the kitchen, and Brantley makes a beeline for Anslie. He whispers something in her ear, and she smacks him. “Eww no!” she pulls away from him, and give’s Jase a dirty look too.
He shrugs, and then laughs. “Come on sugar, I need to do some stuff at the clubhouse.” I rinse my hands and wipe them on the towel sitting by the sink. Anslie pulls me in for a hug and whispers, “Don’t forget what I said. You deserve the world.” She pulls away, and I walk over to Jase.
He throws an arm around me, and leads me to the door.
“Ooh wait! My dad wanted me to get you to help with the party for Dom and Coley!” Anslie says walking over to us.
“Sure I’d love to help. Maybe it will keep my mind off of everything else,” I give her a small smile, and she nods. “I’ll stop by the club house later and we can talk about it.” I nod, and she closes the door behind us.
“You and Anslie get along pretty good,” Jase says pulling me to him. He tucks my body into his, and he turns my face to look at him.
“What if I don’t want to pretend?” His question catches me off guard, and I just stare at him like he’s grown another head.
“What do you mean?” I know it’s a stupid question, but I need to ask it.
“I really want to give this a shot. I’m crazy fucking attracted to you, and you’re the first girl I want to protect. I think it could mean something.”
I think I’m hearing things, or my mind is playing tricks on me. “You mean you just want me to sleep with you so you can move on, right?” I ask. He can’t be serious, can he?
He shakes his head, and pulls me over to his bike. “Never mind Wyn. Let’s just get back to the clubhouse. I need to talk to my old man, and he’s waiting for me.”
Without any other words, I get on behind him, and just hold on.
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bsp; As soon as we get back to the clubhouse, I feel like something is off. I have no idea what it could be, but something’s not right. Getting off of the bike, I scan the parking lot, and come up short.
There isn’t anyone here. He can’t get me while I’m with Jase. He isn’t here.
A hand creeps up my neck, and when I turn, I elbow Jase in the stomach. My hands go to my mouth, and I gasp. “Oh my god, Jase I’m so sorry.” He hunches over, and I feel terrible.
I try to help him, but he swats my hand away. “Fuck Wyn,” he groans when he finally can stand up.
“I’m so sorry,” I say again. His eyes flick to mine, and he gives me a strange look.
“What freaked you out?” he looks around, and then back at me.
“I feel like something is wrong. I don’t know how to explain it.” Before I can say anymore, he grabs my arm, and pulls me into the clubhouse.
“Always trust your gut sugar; it’s probably the only way we are gonna keep you safe. You know him better than we do. If something ever feels wrong, tell me.” I nod my head, and let him lead me towards the room.
When we walk inside, he walks me over to the bed, and tells me to sit down.
“I need to know what you felt when we were outside. What you think is gonna happen.” He takes a seat next to me on the bed, but far enough away that we aren’t touching. A part of me feels the sting of what that probably means. He’s probably mad that I didn’t believe him on trying this for real.
Looking over at him, I take a deep breath, and tell him what I felt outside.
“As soon as I got off your bike, I felt almost like someone was watching us. When I scanned the parking lot, I didn’t see anyone or anything out of the ordinary. Everything looked the same, as it has since you first brought me here.”
His hand grips mine, and I feel a little better. “I have a feeling that he’s not gonna just let me get away from him. He’s going to kill me, like he did Shawn.”
My heart starts to pound, and I can feel my breathing start to change. I’m gonna have another panic attack. Please breathe, I beg myself. I can’t freak out in front of him again. Breathe. I chant in my head, until I can feel the tightness in my chest start to slowly disappear.
When it finally starts to subside, I can feel Jase’s eyes on me. Taking a peek over at him, I see a worried look on his face.
“You okay?” his voice is quiet almost like he thinks he’s going to cause me to freak me out again.
I nod my head, and release the grip I have on his hand. He flexes it a few times before he scoots closer to me.
“I’m sorry,” I mumble, looking at the floor. I hate when people see me have a panic attack. They always look at me with pity, but Jase doesn’t. He looks genuinely concerned about me. Maybe he wasn’t lying about wanting to try things between us.
I remind myself that he’s a player, and players don’t settle down. They are always looking for their next piece of ass.
Chapter Fourteen
Watching her have a panic attack over that fucking bastard makes me want to put a bullet though his head even more than before. I hate the affect he is having over her. Every fucking ounce of me is pissed, and I want to take away all her fears. She shouldn’t be afraid of this bastard.
Pulling her into my arms, I comfort her the best I can. I can tell she doesn’t like when they happen in front of people because she gets a shy and awkward.
“I got you. It’s okay.” She nods her head against my chest, and I run my hand down her back.
She looks up at me and tells me that I can go meet with my father now. She swears she’ll be okay, but I’m not sure about that.
A knock at my door startles her, and I know she isn’t okay.
When I open the door, I see a very bubbly Henley, standing in the doorway. “Hey Jase! Cason told me to come and hang out with your ole’ lady while you’re in church with them.”
“Hey Henley. Yeah come in.” I open the door, and let her pass me. I look over at the bed, and Wynter has a small smile on her lips. Hopefully she doesn’t mind the intrusion.
Henley walks right over to her, and introduces herself. “Hi sweetheart, I’m Henley! I’m Cason’s ole’ lady,” her nose wrinkles at that title, and I just laugh.
“You act like it’s a bad thing Hen.” I walk over to Wynter, and give her a quick kiss before walking out of the room.
Making my way into church, I see my old man and Prez talking to each other quietly.
“Hey,” I say walking over to my chair. They both nod their heads, and finish their conversation.
When they are finally done talking, they both look over at me and I know I’m about to get a bunch of shit from them.
“What happened at Brant’s place last night?” my dad asks staring at me. I know he’s pissed because it happened while Anslie and the twins were there. I swear our fucking parents love that girl more than their own sons.
“Saxton showed up and told us that we need to turn Wynter over to him or he would take us all out.”
I can see the vein in Prez’s neck pop out, and I know he’s gonna fly off the handle at any minute.
“He fucking comes to my daughter’s home, where my grandkids fucking sleep. That’s not fucking okay at all.” His hands come down hard on the table, and I just sit there and wait for them to chill a bit.
“Why are you protecting her?” Prez growls.
I know I’m about to fucking take some shit over this, and as unsure I am about Wynter and me, I know it’s the right thing to do.
“I fucking care about her, and I’m not letting anything happen to her. You guys can be fucking pissed all you want, but I’m not changing my mind. She’s mine!” I grate out.
If one ole’ lady is more important that the rest, then there is something wrong with our fucking system.
Prez gets ready to say something, but I interrupt him.
“Anslie isn’t the only fucking ole’ lady in this club. They all fucking matter, even though you’re only worried about your own damn daughter.”
Prez slams his hands down on the table and stands up. “You have no fucking clue what it’s like to protect every fucking member and their families Jase. Yeah I fucking know they are all important. But, your just playing fucking grab ass with this girl and she’s bringing a lot of shit on our doorstep. What is your real fucking plan? You gonna keep this girl around once we clean up her damn mess, or are you just gonna toss her ass out like the rest of the whores you go through?”
Pushing my chair back, I see red. Fuck them both; they have no fucking clue. “She isn’t a fucking whore. She’s too fucking good for me and I know that. I will do everything in my damn power to make sure she’s protected at all costs, now, and even after all this shit it done with. Fuck you both if you can’t fucking get that through your damn heads.”
“Jase,” my old man warns.
Shaking my head, I pull my chair back into place and take a seat. “You don’t know shit about how I feel about her,” I mumble.
“You barely fucking know her kid,” my dad reminds me.
Looking at both of them I ask, “How long did you know Henley before you knew? Or what about Mom? Don’t give me some bullshit story about you knowing them longer than me, before you knew they were fucking special.”
Neither of them says anything so I know I fucking proved my point. “Fine,” Prez grates out.
“Keep doing recon on him and his associates, and we will meet in a week to go over the plan of attack.”
I nod my head, and go to stand up. Before I can go, my old man speaks, “If she’s everything you think she is, treat her right, and don’t fuck it up.” I shake my head at my old man. I’m pretty sure I already have, but I don’t tell them that.
Getting up for my chair, I make my way out of church, and head towards my room. I’m not sure what type of mood Wynter will be in, but I need a fucking nap. Last night I only got like an hour of sleep, and I could really use some before I snap at everyone else.
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br /> Walking into the room, I see Henley sitting next to her, and they are whispering about something. Wyn nods her head at whatever Henley is saying, and I try not to disrupt them.
“Jase,” Wynter says when she looks up and sees me.
Henley gets up from the bed, and gives me a bright smile before saying goodbye and walking out of the room.
“Hey babe,” I say, toeing off my boots, and practically throwing myself on the bed. I lay there for a few moments before I decide on pulling my shirt off. I don’t know how people fucking sleep with clothes on. They fucking suck ass.
Lifting my hips, I pull my jeans off too, and toss them on the ground by the bed. I hear Wyn’s breathing deepen, and I know she’s watching me undress. Lying back down, I pull the blanket over me, and lift my arm up so she will come lay with me. It takes her a few moments, but she finally does. Once she gets situated, I can feel how tense she is.
“I’m not gonna bite you know,” I mumble against her shoulder. Her body loosens up and she relaxes into me.
“I might like it,” she whispers seductively. My head shoots up, and I look over at her.
Is she serious?
The look in her eyes is right on the border of lust and uncertainty. Instead of taking advantage of her like I typically do with women, I just curl her into my body, and kiss her forehead.
She tries to pull away from me, but I don’t let her move. I know exactly what she is thinking, but it is so far from the truth that it’s ridiculous.
“Don’t think that because I’m not trying to get into your panties right now that it means that I don’t want you, cause fuck sugar I do. I just don’t want it to mean nothing when we finally do have sex.” She sucks in a breath, and I know she gets my meaning.
“You want it to mean more?” her voice is quiet, and she seems unsure about how she feels about that.
