Deviant Bahavior (The Wild Ones Book 1)

by K. Renee

  “Trigger, just think about it tonight and let me know tomorrow. I’ll see what I can do with Ello and postponing the tour.”

  “Thank you, Saint. I owe you one.”

  “Fuck no, you owe me more than one, dick.”

  I chuckle and tell him to let me know what he comes up with after talking to Ello and that I’ll talk to him tomorrow, before hanging up. I toss the phone on the bed and kiss the top of Jericho’s head.

  “Are you leaving?” she asks, her voice soft as a mouse.

  “No. I won’t leave you until you are ready for me to.”

  I brush the hair out of her face before she turns and sits back against my chest.

  “I thought she was going to hurt Mason.”

  She lays him on his back on top of her thighs and I wrap my arms around her.

  “I would have never let that happen. She was telling him that she was going to be his new mom.”

  Her lip starts to tremble and I cup both of her cheeks.

  “I promise you that no one will ever take your place, with him or with me. You are the only one I want and I will fight like hell to make sure you know that every damn day.”

  I kiss her gently on the lips and when I release her, she asks if we can bring his crib in here.

  “We can bring it wherever you want,” I answer her.

  She gives me a ghost of a smile and I feel like we will be okay. This small bump will only make us stronger in the end.

  Getting out of bed, I walk over to Mason’s room and find the small playpen-like thing that my uncle said would be good for Mason to nap in if we ever took him anywhere. I still know nothing about babies and what they need, but I would do anything for Mason.

  Bringing it into the room, I undo it and set it up next to Jericho’s side of the bed. She watches me the entire time and when I look up at her, she’s got a real smile on her face. When I’m done, I lift Mason up and set him inside. He doesn’t wake up and I run a finger along his chest before walking over to the door and shutting off the light.

  The room is enveloped in darkness and I get in bed, settling in before pulling Jericho’s body to mine.

  Nothing else matters except for her and Mason. I will fight until I can’t anymore for the both of them and that will never change.

  Chapter 32

  Jericho

  Sleep wasn’t coming to me easily after everything that happened with Jandie and her crazy ass. I felt like everything was going to slip through my fingers while I slept and that thought kept me up for far longer than I wanted.

  Wren was amazing all night. I don’t think he slept a wink more than I did. He just held me and whispered that everything would be fine. He even broke down and told me what happened with Deklin and the rest of the band.

  I told him to go back on tour and deal with everything after, even though I’m afraid to be here alone, but he refused. He didn’t want to leave me alone after everything with his ex.

  Everything about us has been nothing but complicated since we met. Although I love being with him, I don’t want to be the reason he loses his best friends. They’ve been friends for far too long to let me come between them.

  “You still awake?” His raspy voice coats over me and I sigh and roll over to face him.

  “Yeah. I can’t help but think about everything that has happened since I met you.”

  His eyes narrow slightly at me and he goes to say something, but I stop him. I need him to let me say this, otherwise, I never will.

  “I don’t regret a minute, don’t think that this is what I’m about to say. You make me feel. You make me feel so damn much that it scares the shit out of me. I don’t even know how to explain it other than even with what’s happened I don’t want to lose you. Like ever. I want you always and I know that’s being selfish, but I don’t care.”

  His arms wrap around me and he pulls me to his body. He brings his lips down on mine and he kisses me gently.

  “Good. I don’t want anything but you. If this shit between the band and I don’t get solved, I can find another band to play in. It doesn’t matter. I just want you and Mason.”

  I grin and kiss him deeply. My tongue slips into his mouth and for once I feel content, like I don’t need anything else in this world. I’ve got Mason and Wren, nothing else matters.

  No need to run when things get hard and no need to think about all the bad shit that I know will be surrounding us in the future. The only thing that matters is having Wren here with me for as long as I get him.

  Just as I start to run my hand down Wren’s chest, Mason starts to cry. I can’t help but giggle and bury my face into his neck.

  “My mini cock block. Good to know he has perfect timing.”

  I can’t help but laugh harder. Mason is probably hungry since he slept most of the night without waking up. Wren kisses the top of my head before he rolls over and slips out of the bed, walking over to Mason’s crib thing.

  He picks him up and rocks him for a second before setting him on the bed and walking out of the room to go grab something. Mason tries to grab at things, but he is unsuccessful in his attempts. Putting my finger in front of his little chubby face, he tries to grab it but misses every time.

  When I look up, I see Wren standing in the doorway with a diaper and everything he needs to change him. Raising an eyebrow, I watch him come over to us and start to get to work on changing his diaper. I have to admit there is something sexy about a man changing his son’s diaper and taking care of him. I never thought that this would be my life, but I wouldn’t change it.

  His phone starts to ring and I can’t help but groan a little. I already know it’s going to be Enver and part of me wants to just silence it, but I don’t. I just look at the screen and see his name. Tossing it over to Wren, I watch him answer it and I can’t help but frown.

  They are probably going to tell him that they can’t postpone shows like he asked and that he’s going to have to leave me and Mason here alone again.

  “Yeah Saint?” he answers.

  I wait with bated breath as he pauses and looks up at me. When our eyes lock, I don’t know if it’s a good thing or bad. Being alone in this house freaks me out as it is and after Jandie was able to get past all the security in place, who knows what else can happen to us while he’s gone.

  “Yeah, let me talk to her about it and I’ll call you back,” he responds, dropping the phone on the bed next to Mason when he hangs up.

  I stare at him still waiting for him to say something, but he doesn’t. Instead, he finishes changing Mason’s diaper.

  “Wren,” I finally say when I’ve had enough of the silence.

  “Enver knows that I don’t want to leave you after what happened last night. He said he talked with Ello and they worked it out so that you and Mason can fly with me back to the tour. We finish out the tour and then we come home and deal with the band issues.”

  I stare at him with my mouth wide open, but I don’t say anything. For one, I don’t even know what to say. How the hell am I supposed to bring a two-month-old on a plane, let alone tour for three weeks or whatever it is?

  “I told him I’d talk to you about it. We’d get the bedroom and the guys would sleep in the bunks that we normally use. The bed is small as shit and uncomfortable, but it’s private and not out in the open for the rest of the guys to be in while Mason is sleeping. I don’t want to leave you here alone and this is the best solution right now.”

  I bite the inside of my cheek and try like hell to not just automatically say no. Being on tour with the band means that I will have to be subjected to Deklin’s shitty attitude for longer periods of time than I’m used to. A few minutes is almost too much for us to be around each other. I can only imagine how this is going to go. He’s going to be pissed that Mason and I are there and throw even more fits about it.

  “Just think about it, Jer. I don’t want you to be here alone, but I also need to finish out this tour. I owe it to them to at least do that. They are family ev
en though Dek is being a dick.”

  I bite the inside of my cheek and just stare at him, not really sure what to do or say. He re-dresses Mason and I can’t make a decision. I know that he wants to be the man that they all trust and believe in, but they don’t like me. I don’t want to be put in a position that could ruin their friendship more than I already have.

  “What if this only makes things worse for the band? I don’t want them to blame me, Wren. I don’t want to be the Yoko of Arduous Murder.”

  He laughs at my reference, but I can feel it in my bones that it’s going to happen. This is going to be a bad idea and nothing is going to be okay after this.

  “That won’t happen. I promise you, doll. I won’t let it. We can get everything Mason needs for the tour and have it set up before we even get there. Nothing will happen, I promise.”

  I can feel my resolve loosen and he cups my cheek.

  “If you decide that you don’t want to stay, I’ll book you a flight and you guys can fly home at any point. I’m not ready to leave you both. Please just say you’ll try. Please, Jer.”

  His arm wraps around me and I can’t help but melt into his touch. The burning desire never leaves even when he’s gone and I know that I would do anything he asks me.

  “Okay,” I whisper.

  His lips find mine and he kisses me roughly, his fingers tangling in my hair.

  “I love you, doll.”

  I pull back and stare into his eyes, searching for the truth in them. We never talked about this and right now, I think I might be freaking out slightly.

  “Don’t say it if you don’t mean it,” I beg him.

  I don’t want him to say it and then later decide that he doesn’t. I don’t know if I could handle that because in my heart I know that I am in love with him.

  “I mean it. I love you, Jericho. I love you and I love Mason.”

  A lump forms in my throat and I can’t speak. All the words are gone and I’m left with watery eyes.

  “I love you too,” I whisper against his lips when I can speak again.

  “Good,” is the only thing out of his mouth before he claims my mouth again.

  -

  Three Weeks Later

  The road is nothing like I ever expected. There are so many people always around and the fans, oh my God, the fans are insane for them. I never knew that Arduous Murder was as popular as they are. Once while they were getting ready to go on stage, I peeked out from behind the curtain and everyone was screaming for them.

  It was so surreal.

  Tonight is their last show and part of me is sad because that means we are heading back home. Don’t get me wrong, I will be happy as a pig in mud once I get to sleep in Wren’s comfy bed again, but I’ll miss this.

  I’ll miss the look on Wren’s face when he’s on the stage playing his heart out. I know that his fans don’t get to see that face under the mask, but I do. I get to see the heart and soul he puts into every song as he plays them.

  I see all of them. They all love being out on that stage and even though the last three weeks weren’t the smoothest; I know that there is nowhere any of them would rather be. This is who they all are, and I never want them to lose that because of me.

  Mason loves when the guys all sit around the bus and play music for him. He does nothing but watch his daddy play and grin the entire time, just like right now. He’s asleep in my arms with his little earphones covering his ears, but he has a smile on his face like he knows that his daddy is playing only for him.

  I can already tell that he is going to be a rocker just like Wren and I can only hope that he takes after his father. Music is already in his blood and that will never go away.

  As soon as the show is over, the guys come off the stage and right to me. Enver gets to us first and tries to steal Mason from me to wake him up.

  “Stop using my son to get pussy,” Wren laughs.

  He wraps his arms around me and pulls me into his sweaty body.

  “He’s a pussy magnet, I can’t help it.” He grins before tickling Mason now that he’s starting to wake up. Mason reaches up and grabs onto Enver’s hair and gives it a yank which gets Enver to yelp before tickling him again.

  “You guys were awesome as always,” I murmur against Wren’s lips.

  “Yeah, but I’m more excited about getting back home where I can fuck you like I’ve been craving. Mason will have his own room again, and your ass will be sore for a week.”

  I smirk at him and nod my head in agreement. I can’t wait for that either.

  The End

  About the Author

  K. Renee is from sunny California. Creative by nature, she decided to put her imagination on paper. During the day, she works in an office; at night, she writes. These stories have been in her head for years and are finally coming out on paper.

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  Acknowledgments

  First and foremost, I want to thank everyone for buying this book! I never thought I would be releasing one book, let alone writing a whole series. I can't wait for everyone to meet my characters and fall in love with them like I have.

  I want to thank my beta readers for giving their honest opinion about the book.

  To my street team, K's Wayward Ladies… Thank you for all you do! You girls are amazing at pimping my book out to the indie world. Thank you for your support, and I can't wait to see what the future brings.

  To the readers and fans… I thank each and everyone one of you who come to hang out with me during takeovers, participating in my giveaways! I hope you like this and my future books.

  -K