Wayward Angel (16 page)

Chapter Twenty Seven

The boys want to hang out with Brantley after their nap, so I bring them into the clubhouse, where I spot him at the bar.

When I get closer, I see this beautiful blonde with big boobs that are barely contained in her tiny top. She's straddling his lap, whispering in his ear and rubbing herself against him like a dog in heat.

I hear her purr in his ear, "Baby, I've missed you so much since you've been gone. I wanna put that big dick of yours in my mouth."

This whore must be his old lady. I kept hearing whispers about what his old lady would say when she found out he brought me here.

Fuck him. I don't need him. I'll move on again just like the last time. I'll just stay with my dad or one of my brothers until I can find myself somewhere permanent.

The boys let go of my hands and run to Brantley, just as the skank is slowly making her way down his body to his cock.

I was in shock seeing him so blatant with her, that the boys are able to get away from me. When Brant sees the boys, he pushes her off him.

"Hey boys, where's your Momma?" He searches around the room until he spots me.

I narrow my eyes into slits. As much as I want to tell him off, I hold my tongue. Treating old ladies bad is against the club rules.

Instead, I just look over at the Barbie with huge, fake tits, then look back to Brant and say, "Your sons wanted to see you. Keep your dick out of your old lady for a few hours and spend some time with them."

I turn around and walk out of the club house as fast as I can. I can't watch them anymore. I want to kill him for not telling me and acting like he wasn’t with anyone. Hell, he’s been fucking me the last few nights. I can’t believe I am so stupid when it comes to him.

I run into Cade in the parking lot. He was just patched in the last time I was here. "Hey, girl. You look like you seen a ghost in there."

"Nope. Just Brant and his old lady."

He chuckles. "I was wondering when that was gonna happen. I'm surprised she wasn't the first person to greet him when he got back. You know you can do better than that, right?”

I'm shocked that he just said that.

"Oh yeah, who would be better than him? I have two kids and no way to support myself. I'm pretty sure I'm not worth the effort." I sigh.

Cade closes the distance between us and pulls me to his body. “Baby, you are definitely worth the fight. Any man would be stupid to choose a girl like that over
you
. And as for the kids, I love kids. They’re an added bonus." I feel his hard-on against my stomach and my breath catches in my throat.

With his shaggy blonde hair and light green eyes, Cade is every girl's wet dream. He's got a week's worth of hair on his face and he towers over me. He's not as built as Brantley or my brothers, but he's still got some solid muscle and a trim waist. I would be lucky to snag a guy like him, but I just don’t feel the spark I feel with Brant.

He slowly releases me.

I hear someone clear their throat and see Cade’s smile get bigger as he takes in whoever is behind me.

Sitting in the bar, I hear Kendall shriek when she sees me. She runs over, launches herself into my arms, straddles me and whispers all the dirty things she wants to do to me in my ear.

I hear little feet running towards us and I push her off right as Remy and Sev reach me. "Hey boys, where's your momma?" I search the room until I see her giving me the death stare.

I know I've fucked up.

I should have told her about my old lady, or told Kendall to kick rocks when we got back.

I know she won't make a big scene, but the look on her face kills me.

"Your sons wanted to see you. Keep your dick out of your old lady for a few hours and spend some time with them," she spits at me.

I feel like the wind has been knocked out of me. The boys look at me and then at Kendall.

Anslie storms off before I can stop her.

"Who the fuck is that?" Kendall yells at me.

"Chill out. Don't cuss in front of my kids."

Kendall's mouth drops open. "Your kids?!" she sputters.

"Yeah, my kids."

"You've been fucking her the whole time we've been together? Is that the reason you go on runs? So you can see her?"

I swear, I'm going to fucking strangle this bitch if she doesn't calm the fuck down.

"No," I grate out. I see Bentley at the bar and ask him to watch the boys, while I go find Anslie. I have to make this right with her. She’s the only woman I want to be with, and if that makes me pussy-whipped, then so be it.

I walk out the clubhouse doors to find Cade with his arms around Anslie, and I want to fucking kill this kid. She's mine and there is no fucking way this bastard is going to get my girl.

I clench my jaw and clear my throat.

Anslie jumps and Cade smiles at me. I want to punch the smile right off his face.

"Doll," I growl.

"We need to talk." Anslie turns around to face me with a scowl on her beautiful face. I hate knowing I'm the one who's hurting her.

"Baby, think about what I said." Cade smirks at me before walking inside.

"What did he say to you, Ans?" I question as soon as he walks inside.

"None of your damn business, Brant. We are not together. We never will be again. I'm done. All you do is hurt me and I can't take anymore." 

I see the tears in her eyes as she tells me that she's done. It’s killing me to not reach out and touch her. I can't take it. I grab her hand and pull her to me, feeling the electricity surge through my body just by her touch. It's never changed. She's the only person I feel this way with - I can't lose her.

She tries to push me away from her, but I hold her tight. "Doll, I’ll never let you go. You can fight me all you want, but you and me are going to be together. I don't give a fuck about that bitch. You're the only girl I want in my bed, the only bitch who will birth my kids and the only girl whose finger I will ever put a ring on. You. Are. Mine."

She gasps at my declaration, then she stops fighting me and sags in my arms. I feel sobs wracking her body as she clutches me harder.

I pull Anslie inside with me. On the way to my room, I see Kendall out of the corner of my eye. One look at Anslie in my arms and she starts to flip out. "What the fuck, Brantley! We live together! We're supposed to grow old together. You promised me forever!"

I feel Anslie flinch. "She's lying, doll," I whisper in her ear, before I say anything to Kendall.

"Bitch, you and I both know that we ain't gonna stay together forever. You are just a placeholder. I've been waiting for my girl to come back, and now that she is, I don't want or need you."

"You're lying," she yells. "Just because this bitch calls, you come running? What kind of shit is that? I've been the one in your bed the last two years."

The boys are looking at us with wide eyes. Bentley is trying to keep them entertained, but they keep looking our way.

"Just because those little fucking brats are here doesn't mean you have to end things with me. We can be a family!" she continues.

Hearing her call my kids “little fucking brats” makes me fucking
furious
. Anslie starts to struggle against the hold I have on her. She's pissed and has every right to be - this bitch just insulted our kids.

I release Anslie and she storms up to Kendall and punches her in the face so hard that her head snaps backwards and she falls to the ground. When she slowly gets up, I grab her by the throat and whisper in her ear, "You will never be part of my family, bitch. No one will ever disrespect my kids or their mother
ever
. And just so we're clear, I was only fucking you so I could get her out of my head, but it didn't help. Even after having my kids, her pussy is still tighter than yours will ever be."

Kendall whimpers and cries out my name as I push her away from me and walk over to the boys. They run up and hug my legs. Picking them up, I walk back to Anslie and we go to my room. Setting the boys on the bed, I grab Anslie's arm, stopping her from walking away from me.

"Doll, I wasn't lying about what I said outside. You're mine and I won't share you with that asshole or anyone else."

Her eyes take me in and she leans into me before whispering in my ear. "I don't share either. If another bitch is on you again, I will kick her ass. "

I growl, pulling her closer to me. "Good." I crash my mouth onto hers.

She deepens the kiss and I grip her ass, pulling her into my erection. She moans quietly as my phone start to ring. 

I answer my phone with a gruff, "What?" as she kisses my neck and runs her hands over my abs.

"Yeah," I breathe out. "I'll be there in a second." I hang up the phone and grind my hard cock into her stomach. "I got to go, doll, club business."

She sighs and kisses me once more on the lips.

The boys say in unison, "Eww, goss!", then start laughing.

Yeah, they won't think it's gross when they're teenagers.

I slap Anslie's ass and walk out the door with a smile on my face.

Chapter Twenty Eight

We’ve been in Vegas for the last five weeks and I’ve been lonely since Casey went back to Seattle to be with Gunner. I miss my best friend. I owe her my life for getting me out of Seattle.

I haven't heard from Charlie once, although Brant thinks that he's bound to show up sometime.

After our first official dinner date night, Brantley surprises me by taking me on a drive. We pull up to a beautiful, white, two-story house right outside of town. It has big, black shutters, black trim and a beautiful, covered, wraparound porch.

I'm instantly jealous of whoever lives here.

Brant pulls his bike up to the porch and taps my leg to get off.

“Who lives here?” I ask, staring at the breathtaking house.

He smiles and pulls me into his strong arms. “We do.”

“You're joking, right?” I stutter out.

He kisses my cheeks and then my lips before saying, “Nope, it's really ours.” He takes me by the hand, leads me onto the porch and unlocks the front door.

I gasp when I take in the room. The walls are painted a dark grey, with light grey accent walls. There is a fireplace in the wall that leads to the dining room. The kitchen is spacious and has an island in the center of it, with granite countertops and beautiful black cabinets.

He leads me upstairs to the five bedrooms.

“I was thinking the boys could each have their own room,” he informs me, with a small grin on his face. “And we can work on filling up the rest of the rooms. I'm hoping for a little girl with beautiful, dark hair and deep blue eyes, just like her mother. But another little mini-me works too.”

I laugh out loud. “You're serious, aren't you?”

He nods. “Yeah, doll. I missed the twins being born and I'm not gonna miss another one. I will have you barefoot and pregnant with my kid again very soon.”

“No, you won't!” I shriek. The last pregnancy was bad enough.

“Baby, it's happening. Get used to the idea. We'll have more kids running around this big-ass house. I can't wait to see your belly full of my kid.” He smiles his panty-dropping smile at me and I’m toast. I’ll do anything for him and he knows it. "Baby, we'll talk about it later," he says, while trailing his finger down my back.

Leaning into Brant's strong chest, I feel like I'm at peace. He wraps his arms around me and I snuggle into his body more. "We've got a few more rooms to look at, doll."

When we come to the master bedroom, my breath gets caught in my throat. "Wow," I murmur. It's breathtaking! The room is huge, with a wall of glass windows that look over the back yard. You can see the desert for miles behind the house. Big, plush trees are everywhere on the property, and a small shed stands in the backyard. There's a huge, built-in pool off to the side of the lot. This place is amazing. I feel the tears start to trail down my face.

"Doll, you like it?" he asks, while pulling my back to his chest.

"Yes," I breathe.

It's beautiful. We walk into the master bath, and it's huge. There's a walk-in shower and a jetted tub side-by-side on the far wall. Double sinks along the right wall with huge mirrors above them complete the look. I would kill to sit in that tub right now. 

He growls, "Mmm baby, as much as I want to take you in that tub, we have to wait until the water turns on tomorrow."

I shiver at the thought of him fucking me in that tub. I can already imagine sinking down onto his stiff cock, while submerged in water.

Turning me around, he lifts me easily onto the sink. His fingers caress my jaw and move their way to my hair while he crushes his mouth to mine, and I open willingly. Our tongues duel and his hands tighten their grip on my hair. I scoot closer to the edge of the counter so I can rub myself against his jean-covered cock. One of his hands makes its way up my dress and he rips off my thong in one forceful tug.

I moan as he lifts my ripped thong to his nose and inhales my scent. My sex is throbbing and soaking wet. I want him so fucking bad. His breathing becomes labored and his eyes darken as he grinds his denim-clad erection against my naked, wet folds. I groan at the feeling of the denim on my sex. He pulls me closer and I grip onto his shoulders.

He kisses his way down my neck and tangles his hands into the bottom of my dress, pulling it up and off in a matter of seconds. Continuing his trail of kisses, he removes my black, strapless bra, growls and takes a step back. His eyes roam my whole body.

"Damn doll, you are so fucking sexy."

I blush and look away from his intense stare.

"No baby, look at me," he groans. "I want you to watch what you do to me."

I get some courage and slowly place my hands on his stomach, pulling his shirt up and off him. Taking in his massive chest, I see that his tattoos that span down each arm and across his chest. My breath catches when I see the newer ink on his pec, right above his heart. 

A slow smile takes place on his beautiful face. "See something you like, baby?" he questions.

I run the tips of my fingers over the names and the beautiful designs. Over his heart, he has two black-and-silver twin pistols with the names Remington and Severye written on the grips. In between the pistols is a biker doll who looks like a mini version of me. She has my deep, blue eyes, long dark hair and a jacket like the one Brantley bought me before everything went to hell. I can't believe he did this.

I nod my head. "It's beautiful, Brant."

He wipes under my eyes and presses a chaste kiss to my lips. "I want to have you and the boys with me always, even when I'm on a run. I love you and the boys more than anything in this life."

With tears in my eyes, I whisper, "I love you too, Brantley Tate Inciso. I always have."

My fingers slide down his chest and abs to rest on the button of his jeans. I quickly work on unbuttoning the jeans and push them down to his knees. Looks like he went commando tonight! His huge cock springs out, glistening with pre-come. I lick my lips and move to get off the counter, but he holds me in place.

"No doll, I want to put my cock only in that sweet pussy of yours tonight." He drops to his knees and his hands grip my ass, pulling me closer to the edge of the counter. 

"Mmm doll, you're dripping wet for me. Does knowing your tattooed on my body make you hot?"

I feel his breath on my pussy lips as his tongue snakes out and licks my slit. I moan and lean back on the counter. His tongue stabs into my core and he nibbles my clit. My hands go to his head and my fingers tangle in his shaggier-than-normal hair. His hand starts to rub my bundle of nerves and my back arches.

"Brant," I pant out. There is a tingling sensation shooting up my spine. "Fuck," I scream out.

He adds a finger and continues that delicious torture. My body hits its peak and I scream out his name as I come. He laps up my juices and moans my name as he brings me down from my orgasm.

He slowly stands up, licking my arousal off his lips.

"Damn girl, you fucking taste amazing. I could eat that pussy of yours for breakfast, lunch and dinner and never get tired of it."

He closes the distance between us and grabs my hips, pulling me closer to his hard cock. He lines it up to my pussy and slams into me, groaning as I pant out his name. Pounding into my slick heat over and over again, he pulls one of my pert nipples into his mouth and sucks on it. Gently, he nibbles on it before giving the other one the same attention.

I can feel the tingle in my spine again as he grunts out how good I feel around his cock. "Doll, are you close?"

I nod my head and moan. He rubs my clit with his thumb and it pushes me over the edge. I cry out his name as I come harder than I ever have before.

"Fuck, your pussy is squeezing me so fucking good," he grunts as he comes. He thrusts into me a few more times as we both ride out our orgasms, then he slips his boots and jeans off before walking out of the bathroom with me in his arms.

He kisses my face and has his hands under my ass as he walks us into the empty bedroom. He sits us on the ground and I run my hands up his chest, feeling the ripples of his muscles as his body moves. As I sit in his lap on the soft beige carpet, I trace my finger over the boys' names again.

"What are you thinking about, doll?" he rasps, lying back on his elbows on the carpet.

I straddle his hips before I reply, "Why did you leave before?"

I can feel myself get choked up. This is the one thing I could never wrap my head around. He looks me in the eyes and I can see the regret there before he replies.

"Knowing what that bastard did to you, and knowing it was my fault he went after you and Robbie, it tore me up. I couldn't stand to see the hurt in your eyes. I regret that day. I should have never left you when you needed me, but I just couldn’t deal with it. I thought maybe if you could get away from me and the club, you would have a great life with someone who loved you just as much as I do..."

His expression changes into rage and sadness before he continues. "I never thought that someone would ever do that to you, beautiful. I regret not answering the phone when you called. I wish I would have, then maybe you wouldn't have had to go through all of that. It kills me to know I helped push you down that road." He lets out a deep breath.

My heart hurts when I hear him blame himself for my foolish decisions. "Brant, it's my fault for trusting the wrong person. I'm the one who put myself and the boys in danger. I should have just told my dad or my brother what was going on, instead of hiding it from everyone."

'Doll, it's the past. Let's just move forward."

I nod my head, trace his tattoos with my finger and close my eyes.