Wayward Secret (Wayward Saints MC Book 7)

by K. Renee

  “I’ll be there. Same place, same time.”

  “Good.” His voice drops to a husky rasp, I’m about ready to tell my team to get the fuck on the plane so we can get the fuck out of here and back home.

  “I’ll see you soon.” My voice drops and I can feel my heart start to race at the possibilities of tonight. Fuck, I can’t wait to see him again.

  He doesn’t say goodbye as he ends the call. The warm sun feels like it’s burning through me as I stare off towards the road. My mind thinks back to the way his hands felt as they ran over my body. The way his mouth felt as it brushed over my skin. My dick hardens and I can feel how damn tight my pants are getting with just the thought of him touching me.

  A hand lands on my shoulder, instantly breaking me from my thoughts of Elijah. When I turn, I see Dixon and the rest of the guys standing close by. “We ready to head out?” I ask. I’m sure that Canaan is going to say something, but I’m surprised when he doesn’t. Instead he just grins and turns to walk towards the SUV’s.

  By the time we finally get back to the office, I’m fucking exhausted and ready to get the hell out of there. I glance at my watch and see that it’s almost nine p.m., which means I only have about two hours to get to the bar.

  As I’m walking towards my desk, Canaan stops me. “I know you don’t want to be filling out paperwork all night so head home. You probably got a date lined up already with that biker.”

  I roll my eyes at him, but he doesn’t let me continue to my desk. One thing everyone knows about me is I pull my own weight. I don’t like people thinking that I get away with doing less because of my sexual orientation. I got here by my work ethic and smarts. I worked hard to get here, I don’t want one date to ruin that.

  “Trust me, I got it. You deserve this. I know you want it too.” he states. “I’ll get you to help me on some paperwork when I’m the one in your shoes.” He winks and pushes me towards the door.

  “Seriously Canaan, I can do the paperwork and still get there in time.” I say frustrated.

  “Get the fuck out of here, I got it.” He says, pushing me towards the door again. “If you don’t leave, I’m leaving instead and you’ll be here all night doing this shit yourself.”

  Dick. As much as I don’t want to leave him to fill out the paperwork alone, I take him up on his offer. If I do paperwork tonight, there is no way I’m going to be getting to the bar in time to meet Elijah. And this is something that I don’t want to miss.

  Chapter Nine

  By the time I pull my bike into the bar parking lot, I’m already late as fuck. I tried to leave an hour ago, but my damn brother went and fucked shit up for me. I shut off the engine and put my kickstand down quickly. Just as I’m about to get off my bike, I hear a few drunken guys come stumbling out of the bar.

  As I make my way towards the door, one of them tries to grab onto me, but I move before he can touch me. I’m on a fucking mission to get to Spencer. The minute I pull open the club door, the loud bass takes over everything. The pounding of the music is nothing new to me. I grew up around the MC, when they had parties, the music was typically loud.

  I scan the room quickly, I don’t see him anywhere. Just as I’m about to make my way to the bar to find out if the bartender from the other night remembers seeing him here tonight, I spot him. He’s got a drink in his hand while swaying to the music.

  Instead of walking right over to him, I stand right where I am and just watch him. I’m so entranced by him that I don’t notice anything else. He sways his hips to the beat of the song and raises a hand up over his head. He dances as if no one is watching him. What I wouldn’t give to be as carefree as he is right now.

  I watch as another guy comes up behind him, but as soon as his hands go to Spencer’s hips, he opens his eyes and turns to look at him. He says something before he turns around and goes back to dancing alone. The guy he just dismissed looks pissed and ready to say something to Spencer. Instead of standing back any longer, I make my way over to him.

  Just as the fucker is about to put his hand on Spencer again, I grab his wrist and twist is behind his back. When his eyes meet mine, I can see the fear in them. “Stay the fuck away from what’s mine.” I growl when I lean into his ear.

  His eyes widen and he starts to pull away from me. I don’t let others fuck with what’s mine. I’m a protective asshole when I need to be. I’ve spent years learning from my brothers and old man. They taught me to fight for what I want, even if I’m the only one fighting.

  I put my hands on his hips, and I pull him into my body. Instead of turning to face me like he did to the other guy, his body melts into mine. “I didn’t think you’d show.” He murmurs into my ear, just above the music.

  “I would have been here on time if my brother didn’t fuck something up.” I growl. I’m still fucking pissed that I got dragged into his shit.

  He grinds his ass back into my dick, I have to close my eyes to get control before I open them again. What I would give to just bend him over something and fuck him hard from behind. I want to take out all my anger and aggression on his beautiful ass, but I can’t. I won’t use him as my fuck toy. Just spending the short amount of time talking to him since he’s been gone has made me crave him, something that has never happened before.

  “I thought you were standing me up.” His voice has a tinge of sadness in it and I hate that I was the reason for it. “But now you’re here. I want to make the best of it.” He turns to face me and wraps his arms around my neck. His mouth parts slightly as he leans in closer, I want nothing more than to take him right here, right now.

  He’s fucking beautiful; I’m the lucky son of a bitch that gets to call him mine for at least tonight.

  I lean in closer and I can feel his breath fan out across my lips. I lick my lips and let me tongue slowly run over my lips, barely brushing his as I go. “I’ll make it up to you.”

  His hands tangle in the hair at the nape of my neck and he pulls my head the rest of the distance. The minute our mouths touch, it’s like fireworks are exploding. The feel of his mouth on mine is something I didn’t even know I was missing until now. My hands slide down his back and grip his ass, pulling him into me. I can feel his dick as he rubs against me. Fuck.

  “As much as I want to treat you right, I want to fuck you even more.” I groan as he bites my bottom lip with his teeth. The slight tug sends a damn line straight to my dick, I want nothing more than to get the fuck out of here and now.

  “Let’s get out of here.” I whisper in his ear, biting his earlobe. His moan fills my ear and I make the decision for us. There is no way I’m going to be able to hang on much longer. I can only think about one thing and right now I’m looking right at it.

  Grabbing his hand, I lead him through the crowded bar and towards the exit. A few people try to stop us to talk to him, but I don’t allow it. I can’t fucking wait any longer. I’ve been jacking off to the memories of watching him jack off in his hotel room. I need to feel him around me right now.

  “You drive this time?” I growl when I bring us to a stop at my bike.

  He leans into me and runs a finger down my week old beard. “No, I took a cab. I was hoping to bum a ride from a hot biker.”

  “I’ll give you more than just one ride.” I wink at him and throw my leg over the bike. I wait for him to get on behind me, and the moment he does, I feel the warmth of his body pressing against mine. His thighs squeeze against my hips and all thoughts go straight to my dick. There is nothing that I can do right now to get rid of the raging hard on I’m currently sporting, instead of even trying, I start the engine and take off into the night.

  I pull up to his house and I park my bike in front of his truck just like I did the last time I was here. Waiting for him to get off, I shut the engine off and rub my hand up and down my still hard dick. Riding in this fucking condition is shitty as fuck, but knowing what was waiting for me when we got here made the trip worth the damn pain.

  I watch the way he
swings his leg over the side of the bike and I have to bite my cheek to keep from reaching out to touch him. If I want to get him inside, then I need to be patient.

  As he stands there watching me, I feel my heart start to pound. I’m sure I’m going to sound like a pussy, but the way the moonlight is hitting his face right now is almost angelic. Fuck. I’m starting to sound like River.

  As I get off my bike, I take a few steps towards him. I don’t even have to close the distance between us because he already is. His hand snakes around my back and he pulls his body to mine. “I’ve been dying to see you since I left,” he rasps. His warm breath tickles along my neck.

  “Glad I’m not the only one.” I reply, running my hand up his back, stopping it on the back of his neck. My fingers press into his skin and I pull his mouth to mine. The kiss starts out soft, but turns hungry quickly. My other hand grips his ass and gives it a squeeze. My weakness is a nice ass and he definitely has one of those.

  His tight jeans don’t leave much to the imagination. I run my hand up his ass and then slide it inside the back of his jeans. He’s fucking commando. I groan into his mouth. Fuck I want him so damn bad right now. Instead of necking out in the driveway, I start to walk him backwards towards his front door.

  When I push him up against the door, he bites down on my bottom lip and sucks it into his mouth. His hands run down my chest and then sneak under my shirt. One of his hands seeks out a nipple and he pinches it between his thumb and forefinger. “If you don’t open the door now, I’m going to fuck you out here for all your neighbors to see.”

  He bites his lip and then smirks. “They might like the show.” I pull my hand out of his jeans and spin him around so that he can face the door. He goes to grab his keys as I undo the button on his jeans. I slide my hand inside quickly and grip his dick. He’s hard and waiting just like me. I start to stroke him inside his jeans as he fumbles with the lock.

  “You’re hard for me.” I murmur in his ear. He moans out his answer as he continues to try and unlock the door. “I can’t wait to fuck that little asshole of yours.” I suck on his neck and he presses his ass back into me.

  The minute the lock on the door clicks, he pushes it open and I walk with him inside. Kicking the door closed, I push him up against the wall and claim his mouth in a rough, bruising manner. He gives it back just as good as he takes it. His hands grip the bottom of my tee, pulling it up and over my head. He tosses it behind me on the ground and starts to kiss his way down my chest.

  His hands go to my jeans and he unbuttons them quickly, sliding them down my thighs. My dick springs out of its confines and is right in front of his face. He licks his lips before he wraps them around the head of my dick. I’ve been imagining his mouth wrapped around me again like this since we first met.

  He runs his tongue along the head of my dick a few times before he slowly takes me further into his mouth. My hands go to the back of his head and I slowly start to thrust my hips. He lets me set the pace I want, not complaining when I force him to take too much. His nails dig into my thighs as I continue to slowly thrust in and out of his soft, wet mouth.

  “Fuck, your mouth feels so damn good.” I groan out. His eyes meet mine, I love the way he keeps eye contact with me. His moans fill the entry way of his house.

  Leaning over him, I run my hand down his back and slide them back into his jeans. I run my finger over his puckered hole, causing him to take his mouth off me. I give him a light smack for taking his mouth off me. “Suck me off.” I growl. He does just as I say. He takes me back into his mouth and starts to work me up quicker than before.

  My hands grab the hem of his shirt on the way up and I tug it off of him, severing our connection.

  Chapter Ten

  Looking up at the powerful body of Elijah I feel my mouth go dry. There are so many things I want to do to him right now. The taste of him drives me fucking wild, I want more. Fuck, do I want more from him.

  “Take me into your mouth,” he demands. I look up at him from my position on the floor and slowly move closer to him to take him back into my mouth. I fist the base of his cock and slowly move my hand up and down him as I swirl my tongue along his pierced tip.

  His hands bury themselves into my hair and he gives it a good yank, pulling my head off of him. His eyes follow my tongue as I lick my lips. One of his hands comes down to run gently along my jaw. He leans forward and presses his mouth down on mine. His tongue begs for entrance, I give him what he wants.

  As our tongues battle for dominance, his grip on me tightens and he pulls me up with him. He releases his grip on me and pulls his mouth off of mine. Both of us are panting, I’m hard as fuck. I want to feel him inside of me. I reach out and run my hands down his chest towards his dick. When I reach it, he closes his eyes and leans his head back. I kneel down at his feet and slightly put my mouth back on his dick, pulling a low moan from his mouth.

  I grab his jeans and work them the rest of the way down his strong legs. When they pool at his feet, he steps out of them and gently kicks them off with his boots. Before I can take him into my mouth again, he pulls me up and grabs me around the waist. “Bed.” His voice is a harsh whisper against my neck. He bites down on my neck then soothes it with his tongue. I lose all train of thought and forget to actually move. “Now.” He growls when we don’t move.

  I start to move, taking him towards the master bedroom. Before we even get there, he’s got his hand going into the back of my jeans. His fingers slip between my ass cheeks, he starts to run his finger up and down. I grab the door knob to my room and manage to get it open. He pushes the door open behind me. Walking me backwards towards the bed, he pushes me back onto it.

  I watch the way his eyes are eating me up right now and it’s a huge turn on. His eyes are scanning down my body and then back up to my face. Every step he takes towards me kicks my heartbeat up. His hands go to the back of my neck and he pulls my face to his. He gently kisses me before letting his hands roam down my body and straight to the jeans I’m still wearing.

  With the flick of his wrist, he undoes the button and pulls the zipper down. Breaking the kiss, he pushes me back on the bed and I go willingly. Putting my feet on the bed frame, I lift my hips up to help him pull my jeans past my ass and towards my feet. He pulls them off of me along with my black converses I was wearing.

  Slowly he kisses his way up my body until he comes to my cock. He runs his tongue along the underside of my cock until he grips it and runs his tongue along the head. The minute he takes me into his mouth completely, I forget how to breathe. My hand grips his brown hair and my fingers tangle in the longer strands. His mouth bobs up and down on my shaft. He takes me to the back of his throat, every moan he makes brings me closer to the edge. When his eyes meet mine, I’m done for. He’s fucking beautiful in a rough sort of way. What most people probably see as a rough on the outside biker, I see the man that is hidden under the tattoos and the leather jacket he wears.

  When he pulls his mouth off of me, he kisses his way up my body until he comes to my mouth. He fucks my mouth with his. His tongue glides along my teeth before he starts to pull away, biting my bottom lip and sucking it between his teeth.

  “I want to fuck you so badly right now.” He growls when he releases my lip.

  “Then fuck me.” I say on a gasp. His hand grips my dick and he slowly strokes me. He kisses me slowly before he pushes himself up and off the bed.

  He flips me over onto my stomach. When I look behind me, I see him sink to his knees. His hands spread my ass cheeks and he slowly runs his tongue along my hole. When his mouth leaves my hole, his finger takes its place. He slowly starts to press his finger inside of me.

  My whole body tenses as he starts to press inside of me, I can’t help it. It’s been a while since I’ve been with someone. “I’m not going to hurt you.” His rasp eases my tension, I can hear how much he wants me in his words. “Fuck, you’ve got a body for sin.” His other hand trails up my back and his fingers gently
trail over my skin, leaving goosebumps in their path. “I can’t wait to know what you feel like wrapped around my dick.”

  My breath catches at his words. “Do you have lube?” I nod my head, unable to get the words out of my mouth. “Drawer?” he asks. I nod again and his body heat leaves mine as he walks over to my dresser that is next to the bed. He opens the first one and slowly looks through it. He grabs it and starts to stalk back towards me. I hear him pop the cap on the bottle before he snaps it closed and tosses it on the bed next to me.

  The cold liquid hits my skin, he slowly starts to massage it into my asshole. He first sinks one finger in, working it inside of me. My moans start to fill the room, soon he’s pushing another finger inside of me. He starts to scissor his fingers in and out of me. With every stroke of his finger, I can feel him opening me up wider. “Fuck, you feel so damn good on my fingers.” He groans into my ear.

  He continues to stretch me, adding a finger here and there. I start to stroke my cock, I swear I could come at any moment. It feels that damn good. When he thrusts his finger in and to the left, I can’t help but moan out loudly when he hits my prostate. Fuck that feels amazing. His fingers hit it again causing my body to jerk on the bed. “Oh God.” I whimper out. The feeling is out of this world. I don’t think I’ve ever had someone do that to me before.

  I’ve heard about it before, but never experienced it. Not like this. Fuck. “Please fuck me Eli.” I breathe out as he slams his fingers back inside of me.

  “Best fucking words I’ve ever heard all fucking week.” He releases me and I feel the cold air as it hits my naked body. I hear the sound of his feet padding against my hard wood floors. The sound of my drawer opening again fills the room along with my ragged breathing. Holy fuck. I can’t wait to feel that big cock of his filling me. His footsteps are coming back towards me, I hear the distinct sound of the condom wrapper as he rips it open. I watch him slide it down his length and then reach out to grab the lube.