Wayward Trouble (Wayward Saints MC Book 5)

by Renee, K.

  Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull his face to mine, and slip my tongue into his mouth. His fingers dig into my skin a little more, and I can’t help but grind into him. He walks us backwards to the bed, and when the backs of my knees hit the mattress, he gives me a gentle push backwards.

  “If you don’t tell me to stop now sugar,” his eyes roam over my body. “I won’t be able to.” He looks torn.

  “Please Jase, I’m ready to forget him.”

  He runs his fingers up my thighs before he hooks them into my panties, and tugs them back off of me. As he comes back up my body, he ghosts his lips over my skin. My pussy clenches when his mouth hovers over it. He hasn’t even touched me, and I can’t help the squirming.

  Looking down at him, he gives me a wicked grin before his mouth comes down on my pussy.

  “Oh god,” I moan as he licks and nibbles on my clit. My hips buck, and he holds me down so I can’t move again. Moaning, I can feel my body tense up, and he doesn’t let up. When his finger thrusts inside of me, I fall apart. Moaning out his name, he licks and sucks my pussy, before sliding up my body.

  “Holy fuck,” I groan.

  He gets a smirk on his face, and then he claims my mouth. The taste of myself on his lips is unlike anything I’ve ever tasted. He undoes his jeans, pulls them down, kicking them and his boots off. I grip the edge of his shirt, and pull it up and off of him.

  His hands and mouth are everywhere, and every touch brings me closer to coming again. “Jase please,” I moan.

  “Please what sugar?” he drawls.

  As much as I want to punch him, I want him to fuck me more, so I just say what he wants to hear.

  “Please fuck me Jase.” I hear the crinkle of a wrapper, and he slams into me before I can even take a deep breath.

  “Fuck,” he groans. “You’re so fucking tight.”

  I whimper and my fingers dig into his sides as he finally starts to move. With each thrust of his hips, I can feel my body adjusting to him. He kisses me hard, and angles my hips up so he has a better angle.

  “Jase,” I whisper hoarsely. He slams into me a few more times before my whole body tenses up, and I come again.

  “Fuck Wyn. God you feel so damn good,” he grits out.

  He thrusts a few more times before he comes inside of me. He drops onto his elbows, and presses his mouth to mine. “Mmm,” I moan as he turns us over so that I am now on top of him. His fingers run down my back, and rest on my ass cheeks.

  “Fuck,” he mutters. I slowly sit up and slide off of him, which causes him to groan. Rolling over to my back, I look over at him, and kiss his shoulder.

  “Thank you,” I whisper.

  He pulls the condom off and drops it off the side of the bed before rolling to face me. “If anyone is thanking anyone it should be me. I’m just glad you finally trust me enough to give yourself over to me.” His lips barely touch my forehead, and he pulls me into his chest.

  Instead of using words, I kiss him until we are both panting. I feel the spark between us. As much as it scares me that I’m just another girl to him, I would rather spend more time like this, than wonder what could have been.

  “Come on, we better get to the party before they start pounding on the door.” Jase sighs, and kisses my temple before getting up. I watch him move around the room for a second, before getting up and getting ready.

  Walking out of the room, we find that the party is in full swing. Jase grabs my hand, leads me over to the bar, and orders a beer. “You want anything Sugar?” he drawls. He runs a finger down my cheek, and I can’t help but blush. “I’ll take whatever you’re having.”

  He smirks and then orders another beer. Looking over at the other end of the bar, I see the girl from the other day staring at us. Leaning into him, I whisper, “I think your friend is jealous.”

  He grins at me and then pulls me even closer, sealing our mouth together. “Good.,” he murmurs when he pulls away. “Let the bitch be jealous. She should have never even said one word to you.”

  Looking into his eyes, I ask why. “Sugar in this world, ole’ ladies are like fucking queens and the whores are like servants. No one cares about them unless they’re the ones fucking them, and even then it’s not very much. Ole’ ladies are what keep us going in all reality and whores are just something to fuck.”

  “Do you fuck them?” I ask. I’ve been curious since I’ve been here, but I was always afraid to ask since I wasn’t really sure what I am allowed to ask.

  “I used to, but since you’ve been in my bed, no.”

  My mind goes back to the morning he smelled like cheap perfume. “What about when you came back smelling like cheap perfume?” I question. If he was being honest, he would have mentioned that.

  “I didn’t fuck her. I needed a release, so I had that bitch suck me off.” I get quiet and he notices it. “Sugar, I didn’t do it to hurt you. Since that morning I’ve been jacking my shit in the shower, and it fucking blows.”

  I smile at the last part, but it gets me thinking about if they cheat on the ole’ ladies. Instead of keeping the question to myself, I ask him.

  He looks down at me for a second before he responds, “Sugar we don’t cheat. Well I take that back, some of the members have, but that ain’t any of our business. I don’t cheat and I never will. You’re the first woman I’ve ever made this promise to, so I know it may be hard for you to believe me. I promise you that for however long we are together, I will never cheat on you. I’ll only come home to you, and your pussy is the only one I’ll be buried in.” He runs his fingers along my arm and I get the chills. When he says sweet stuff like that, I don’t ever want to leave.

  One of the guys walks over to us, and he looks me up and down before sticking a hand out to me. Taking his hand, I watch as he kisses my hand. I can feel Jase’s body tense up, and by the look on his face, I’m pretty sure he isn’t happy.

  “Hey darlin’ I’m Raef.” His eyes scan my body again before he says, “Fuck man, I bet sinking into her is like fucking heaven.” He smirks and Jase gets ready to launch forward. I put my hands behind me on his stomach, and he stays right where he is.

  “Shut the fuck up Raef,” he growls from behind me. I turn and face him, but he won’t look at me. He’s staring daggers at Raef. Sometimes I don’t understand men. My hands slip under his shirt, and he finally looks down. I raise my eyebrow, and he leans down to kiss me.

  I hear Raef chuckle before he walks away. “I’m gonna fuckin’ kill him,” Jase mutters against my lips.

  Smiling, I deepen the kiss, and he forgets what he was talking about. “You keep doing that and there won’t be any partying out here. I’ll move the party into my room.” He nips at my neck, and before his mouth closes on the spot right below my ear, a girl starts screaming.

  Chapter Eighteen

  As soon as Cici starts screaming, I want to drown the bitch. Looking over at her, I see her shooting daggers at me and Wyn. Just to piss her off more, I kiss Wynter again. When I end the kiss and open my eyes, I see her walking towards us. I see Brant and our old man standing a few feet away. Cici is about to find out why she shouldn’t fuck with me. I already warned her once, but apparently the bitch is stupid.

  “Jase,” she screeches. Wynter turns around in my arms, and looks her over. Wrapping my arms around Wyn, I just wait for Cici to dig her own grave.

  “How could you hook up with her? She isn’t ole’ lady material, and you know it. It should be me!” Her voice is so fucking whiney and loud. I’m surprised everyone doesn’t turn to look at the bitch.

  Brant looks like he’s about to say something, but Anslie steps in front of him and goes off. That’s one thing I love about her, she’s feisty, and keeps my brother on his toes.

  “Listen slut. There is no fucking way that one of the brothers would even claim your whore ass as an ole’ lady. One: your vagina is looser than a prostitute’s, but hey at least they get paid. Two: your bitch ass is so fake, that they don’t even know which ve
rsion of you they are taking to bed; and three: you fuck anything that moves. They don’t want to parade a whore around in the streets. It’s trashy, just like your ass.”

  I can’t help but laugh. Pregnant Anslie is a feisty Anslie.

  Cici practically launches herself at Anslie, and Brant and our old man both grab her before she can touch her. Shit’s about to get ugly.

  Wynter gasps and turns to face me. “What’s gonna happen?” Her voice is no louder than a whisper.

  “Sugar, that bitch knows better than to go after Anslie. She’s been around long enough to know the consequences of what she just did. She’ll be gone from here, and never allowed to come back.”

  I watch as they escort her ass out of the clubhouse, and I see Dom and Coley making their way towards us with Axle. I release Wynter, and reach for the little dude that looks so much like Dom. When Dom finally hands him over, Axle grabs a piece of Wyn’s hair, and gives it a tug.

  “Hi sweet boy,” she coos at him, gently pulling her hair out of his fist.

  He does a little bit of baby cooing before he reaches for Coley. You would think that he was hers, and it’s a shame about his real mother. Hopefully Dom is about to figure that shit out.

  Letting Coley have Axle, I grab my beer, and take another pull of it. “Congrats brother!” I say clapping him on the back.

  “Thank you,” he says pulling Coley and Axle into his side. Ever since Coley appeared in that bar, I could see they had something. Sure I had fun trying to steal her away from him. But, he and I both knew that I would have never settled down.

  He eyes Wynter, and then looks over to me asking me a silent question. Wrapping my arm around her, he nods his head, and orders a beer.

  The twins come running in, and come straight for me. Leaning down, I pick them both up, and they each give me a hug. “Unky Jase!” they squeal.

  Kissing both of their cheeks, I set them on the bar just in time for my mother to come in the room. “Jason Insico! Those boys do not need to be sitting on the bar,” she demands. Brant and I set them both on the ground, and they run over to the couch to play with their toys.

  Wynter starts to giggle, and my mom turns her attention towards her instead.

  “You must be Wynter!” She gushes, pulling my girl into her arms for a hug. Wynter looks over at me, and I just shrug my shoulders. She gives me an evil look over my mom’s shoulder, and I just wink at her.

  My mom pulls away from her and holds her at arm’s length. “You are just gorgeous! The boys didn’t tell me how pretty you are,” she looks over at me, and I shrug again.

  “Thank you,” Wyn says shyly. She looks over at me, and I can tell she’s nervous. My mom can be a little much, but she’s what keeps us guys in line.

  “Jason, where are your manners? Give this sweet girl a chair to sit in,” she glares at me, and I just laugh. She walks over to me and smacks the back of my head, before pushing me off the stool I just sat on. The twins start to laugh, so I turn around, and tickle them until they start whining.

  When Anslie finally comes back over, my mom pretty much drags her and Wynter away. Wynter gives me a pleading look to save her, but I think it will be good for her to get to know my mom.

  “You know Mom is going to torture that poor girl,” Brant says leaning against the bar next to me.

  “Yeah but I’m sure she’ll be fine. I’ll fuck her harder tonight to make up for it.”

  He shakes his head and laughs. “Yeah, she probably won’t really care about the fucking, just that you let Mom drag her away.”

  Prez comes walking up, and tells us to meet him in church. We watch him walk away, and drain the rest of our beers before we follow him in.

  As soon as the door behind us closes, he barks out orders. “Sit. Dom I need you to call Mac and see what he knows about this Saxton fuck head. Jase, we need some more information from your ole’ lady about him. We need to know everything about this fucker, and I want to get her sister and niece out of his house. He’s not just coming after you anymore Jase, he’s coming after your whole family.”

  I look over at my brothers that are sitting in the room with us, and they all look ready to fucking murder. No one in my family lets anyone fuck with us. We take down all threats, no questions asked.

  Once we all nod, Prez tells us to go and finish out the party because we have work to do starting tomorrow.

  Walking out of church, I see Wynter looking around the room for me. When her eyes meet mine, they light up, and she gets a small grin on her face. For a second there I thought she was gonna be pissed, but she actually looks happy.

  Making my way over to her, she wraps her arms around my waist. I walk her backwards and we end up in the hallway. Picking her up, I slam my mouth down on hers. I carry her the rest of the way to my room, and open the door.

  Closing it behind me, I break our mouths apart, and push her back into the door. She grips my hair and gives it a good tug, before I turn and take her to the bed. Laying her down on the mattress, my hands go to the buttons on her shorts, and I slide them down her legs.

  After I pull her shorts off her feet, she sits up, and pulls my shirt up until she can’t reach any higher. Pulling it the rest of the way off, I toss it behind me, and pull her shirt and bra off in one movement.

  I push her back on the bed, and then unbutton and slide my jeans down. Toeing off my boots, I set them next to the bed and kick my jeans off. Straddling Wyn, I rub my dick against her slit, and she moans.

  Just as I’m about to push into her, gunshots ring through the air.

  Her eyes spring open, and she lets out a yelp. “Was that…” she trails off.

  I nod and jump off the bed. I pull my jeans on, and shove my feet into my boots. Without looking back, I rush out the door, and see everyone jumping into attack mode.

  I have a feeling I know exactly who’s behind the attack, and I know everyone is gonna be fucking pissed. Brant comes running inside, and he has his gun locked and loaded in his hand.

  “What the fuck happened?” I ask, looking around at everyone. It doesn’t look like anyone was hit, but not everyone is in the room either.

  “That motherfucker shot up the fucking bikes. When I went out there, he was already gone, and now six bikes have fucking bullet holes. We’re fucking lucky he can’t shoot for shit, and didn’t hit the gas tanks.” He shakes his head, and I watch Anslie come walking towards us.

  She checks him over before wrapping her arms around him. “Is everything okay? I made the boys run when the gunshot started.”

  “Yeah doll, everyone is fine, but a few bikes need some work now.” He leans down to kiss her, and then Anslie looks over at me.

  “Is Wynter okay?”

  “Yeah sis she’s fine. I should go check on her.” I kiss Anslie’s forehead, and slap my brother on the back before making my way back to Wynter.

  Before I can get to the room, Prez stops me. “I need info now. I won’t let this motherfucker get away with shooting up my fucking club.”

  “I will,” I grit out. He walks away, and I take a few deep breaths before putting my hand on the doorknob.

  When I push the door open, I see Wynter curled in a little naked ball, in the middle of my bed.

  Chapter Nineteen

  As soon as Jase ran out of the room, I knew it had something to do with Saxton. He isn’t going to stop until he has me back under his thumb, or worse – dead.

  Curling into a ball, I close my eyes and wish that he would just leave me alone. These people don’t deserve to deal with him and his craziness. I am starting to get close to the girls here, and for the first time in a long time, I feel like I belong to a family.

  I hear Jase open the door, and I’m afraid he’s going to hate me or worse. I am the reason that Saxton is bringing this crap to their club. I should have never let him get involved. If only I could have resisted the look in his eyes the day we first met.

  The bed dips, and I feel his body heat against my back. His strong arms wrap
around me, and he pulls me to his chest. He doesn’t touch my breasts or my pussy, instead he just holds me. He comforts me without even saying one word, like he knows I’m blaming myself for whatever happened outside.

  “Sugar, everything is fine. No one is hurt,” he whispers in my ear. I feel my whole body shudder, as I release the breath that I’ve been holding in since he walked back into the room.

  He squeezes my hip, and kisses my neck. “Don’t even think that I’m mad at you. Yes I’m fucking pissed, but at him, not you. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

  Turning in his arms, the tears fall down my face. “He ruined the party, and I can’t watch him hurt you or your family.”

  He moves his hand up to cup my cheeks, and wipe the tears off my face. “We won’t let him ruin anything for us. Next time he shows up, we will be ready to take the fucker down. But, I’m gonna need your help.”

  I nod my head and look up into his eyes. “Whatever you need from me,” I whisper. I want to make sure he can never hurt another person I care about.

  “I need to know where he hangs out and who he knows. He’s been asking questions about me, and has threatened my whole family. Any information could be useful Sugar. Just tell me everything.”

  Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath, and let it out slowly. Before I open my eyes, I try and think of the most important things that I know about Saxton.

  Opening my eyes, the light grey eyes that fill my dreams, are focused on me.

  “I met Saxton before my sister ever did. At first him and I flirted, but it never became more than that. When he met my sister, it was like love at first sight or something. They got together really fast, and it was like a whirlwind romance you only read about. A couple years in, my sister got pregnant, and they had my niece. When they first met, they didn’t have two pennies to rub together. They were always asking to borrow money until one day they didn’t.” Rubbing my eyes, I think about when I asked my sister why they had money all of a sudden.