Wayward Angel (17 page)

Chapter Twenty Nine

Sev, Remy and I are sitting on the picnic table behind the clubhouse eating lunch. When I see all the guys walk out of the clubhouse and head straight into the garage, Brant shoots me a wink, while Dom has a frown marring his beautiful face. This must be when Brant gets his punishment for betraying the law of the club.

The boys are too entranced by their food to notice everyone pass by them. I go to stand up so I can join Brant, but he shakes his head at me. I hear mumbled words before he jogs over to us.

"Doll, take the boys inside. Don't come into the garage no matter what you hear. I love you."

He kisses me hard and then turns to the boys and kisses them both on the head. "Love you boys."

They look up and smile. "Luw yew daddy," they say simultaneously, then go back to eating.

Once the boys are done, we go back to Brant's room to watch a movie. When
Up
ends, they want to watch
Ninja Turtles
next, so I start it and go back to lying on the bed, snuggling with both of them.

I wake up a few hours later to the sound of footsteps in the pitch-black room. I feel for the boys, but they're missing. Jumping out of bed, I start searching for them. The door was locked, so I know they didn't leave the room.

Hearing a hiss of breath in the bathroom, I walk towards the noise and take in the sight of Brant.

His whole body is black and blue. There's dried blood on his cheek, and more that dried as it was running down his back and chest. He looks at me through the mirror with a split lip and a black eye. I rush over to him, and check for any other cuts.

"Baby," I whisper.

He grunts and tries to sit on the toilet, grimacing.

"What do you need me to do?"

He looks up at me and shakes his head. "I just need to clean up. The boys shouldn’t see me like this. I want to shower, but I can barely move." He winces after he stops speaking. I watch him take shallow breaths, barely moving.

"Do you want me to help you get in the shower, baby?"

He nods and I help him pull his jeans and boots off. He grunts in pain as his body moves while undressing. When he goes to take his shirt off, he swears under his breath and looks like he's going to pass out. After he has his clothes off, I pull my clothes off as fast as I can and start the shower.

"Where are the boys?"

He looks at me and replies, "I put them in their bed. I didn't want to risk getting kicked by one of them tonight."

I help him stand in the shower and he hisses out "Fuck" and "Shit" as the water blasts down on his battered body. I stand behind him and slowly wash the blood off.

Once he's clean, I survey his body to see how bad the damage is. More than three quarters of his body is black and blue. The cuts are not that bad, but some of his bruises are, including one on his ribs that takes over most of his left side. He leans against me and I hold him up the best I can.

We slowly get out of the shower and he goes straight for the bed, not even bothering to dry off or put on any clothes. As he gently lies down, I watch him for a second before he motions for me to join him. I sit on the bed, trying my hardest not to jostle him.

"Doll," he growls when I don't come to him right away. "I want you in my arms now, I don't care how much I hurt. I'd do it again just to have you and the boys here with me."

Tears slip down my face. I hate that I'm the reason this happened to him.

I lay my head on his chest and curl my body around him. His arms wrap around me and he whispers, "Don't cry, doll. You are worth all of this pain. I would do it again if I had to." I let out a shaky breath and snuggle into the side that isn't as bruised.

"I love you, Brantley Tate."

“I love you too, Anslie Caidence. Now give me some love."

I inch my body up the bed and kiss him until I'm breathless.

"Baby, let's to go sleep. I have to at least get a few hours in before the twins start jumping on the bed in a few hours." I smile and lay my head back on his chest. He kisses my hair and I close my eyes, drifting off.

Chapter Thirty

I wake up to my head throbbing and my body aching. I feel like I just got hit by a fucking diesel.

Fuck. I can barely move. I feel the pillow next to me and find it empty and cold. Anslie must be up with the twin hurricanes, because I don't hear them in my room.

I reach over and grab my phone. "Fuck," I gasp. The pain is excruciating as I type out a message to Anslie.

Me:
doll where you at?

A minute later I get her reply.

Anslie:
with the boys behind the clubhouse. They are playing on the swings. Didn't want them to wake you.

I smile. She's always thinking about me or everyone else and never herself. I want to get her into our home, so we can have some nasty time while the boys are sleeping. Sharing a room with them here makes it difficult, but at least we get to be creative.

Me:
come back and love me. My dicks hard and I want your mouth on it.

Anslie:
that sounds like a personal problem baby.

I love when she gets sassy. Fuck, I want to bend her over and fuck her till her legs give out.

Me:
doll you will be riding my dick today.

Anslie:
oh yea? Says who?

Me:
I do. I will spank your ass if you don't ride my cock today.

Just to prove to her that she will be riding my cock today, I send her a picture of how hard I am right now.

Anslie:
wow that's impressive. How do you plan on taking care of that dilemma?

Me:
your mouth.

I smile, thinking about her blush as she reads my words. I know she's secretly a dirty little girl and I can't wait to bring that side out in her.

Anslie:
I might have a better idea

Me:
oh yea? What's your idea doll?

I feel like I wait forever for her reply.

Anslie:
first I will lick your cock from the tip to your balls, then I will slowly stroke you and take you as deep as I can in my mouth. You will lift me up from my knees and bend me over the bed and fuck me hard. I want you to pull my hair and slap my ass. I want you to make me come all over your cock as you fuck me till I can't stand anymore.

Holy fuck. I'm stroking my cock as I re-read the text over and over. Shit, she's going to make me come just with her words. I stroke myself until I feel my balls tighten and I explode all over my hand. I haven't jacked myself off since I first met Anslie. I wipe my hand on a shirt that's next to the bed.

Me:
doll, I need your tight pussy right now. Get your ass in here.

Anslie:
I'm busy with the boys. You'll be fine.

I'm gonna spank her ass when I see her.

I manage to get out of bed and pull on my jeans, struggling to get them up and my boots on. I pull on a black t-shirt and my cut.

Fuck, this hurts so fucking bad.

Making my way out of my room and into the clubhouse, I search the room for the boys and Anslie, but I don't see them. They must still be outside.

I walk out the doors and just about run into Bentley. "Hey brother, how you feeling?"

I grunt and keep walking. I'm on a mission and I'm not going to stop until I get her on my cock.

I hear the boys squealing as they're being pushed on the swing by my brother, Sebastian. Spotting Anslie, I walk straight to her, grab her and she yelps.

"Bash, watch the boys for a few minutes."

I pick Anslie up, put her over my shoulder and walk her inside the club. She doesn't put up much of a fight because of my injuries, and I'm glad. I set her down in the game room and spin her around to face me.

By the look on his face, I can tell he's mad that I was teasing him and didn't fuck him right away. He eyes me up and down before he slams his mouth to mine, kissing me hard. His tongue invades my mouth and I moan. His hands are rough as they slide up my body and under my dress. Kissing down my throat to my breast, he pulls the top of my dress down so he can suck a nipple into his mouth.

Without any words, he slides his hand into my panties, rips them and tosses the black silk over his shoulder while continuing to tease my nipple until it pebbles. Switching to the other one, he slips his fingers into my folds and thrusts them into my core. I feel my orgasm coming, but before I can fall apart he pulls his fingers from my sex with a grin on his face.

"Brant!" I yell out, frustrated.

I feel his body shake with silent laughter.

I pull away from him, pissed that he won't let me come. I know he's paying me back for that message I sent him. I see the smirk on his face as he grabs my arm, spins me around, pushes me over the arm of the couch and lifts my dress up. His hand comes down on my ass hard. I moan and push it into into his erection.

"You like when I spank your beautiful ass, doll?”

I whimper and nod my head yes, feeling him rub his hand over my ass. Whack. Wiggling and moaning, I feel the pain and pleasure of his hand hitting my ass again. Fuck. I am getting so turned on.

"I don't think you answered my question, baby. You like when I spank your beautiful ass? I need the words, doll."

"Yes, Brant, please."

“Please what?” He smirks.

“Please, spank me harder!” I breathe out.

I moan as his hand smacks my ass again, feeling my arousal leak down my thighs as he fumbles with his belt and jeans. Once they're down, he thrusts his hard cock into my soaking wet core.

"Fuck," I grate out, as he begins to thrust into me. "Harder," I gasp as he bends me over more. My walls clench him and he grunts out, "Fuck, baby, your pussy is amazing." My back arches and I come so hard that I forget my own name. He thrusts into me two more times before he comes.

We're both panting and trying to get our breath back when my phone starts to ring. He slowly pulls out and I can feel the mixture of our come run down my leg. He hands me my phone and I answer it without looking at the screen.

"Anslie, where the fuck are you?" I hear her shriek into the phone. I haven't talked to her since I was sixteen. How does she have my new number?

"Mom?" I stutter out, even though I know it's her.

“Yeah, you stupid little whore. Where the fuck are you? You running around on your husband now? I knew you'd never amount to much. You make me sick."

I can feel the tears start to run down my face.

Brantley looks at me with concern in his eyes. I take a deep breath before I answer her.

"You don't know anything about me. You stopped being a mom to me when I was five and you left Dad. Screwing men and doing drugs were more important to you than your own daughter. I'll never be any of the things you said I am, and I will never tell you where I am. At least I'm a better person than you have ever been," I tell her calmly and with as much authority as I can muster up.

"You are nothing to me. Dad is the only real parent I've ever had. You're pathetic if you think I'll ever have anything to do with you. How does it feel to know that husband of yours liked little girls more than his own wife?" I sneer.

"You stupid bitch! You will fucking pay for that!" she roars over the phone.

Brant pulls the phone out of my hand and speaks with authority. "You ever contact my old lady again and I will put you in the fucking ground. I don't give a fuck who you are or who you know. Don't ever talk to her or about her again.”

I hear her screaming as he disconnects the call.

He pulls me into his arms and winces when I hug him tighter and sob into his shoulder. Picking me up, he carries me back to his room, kissing my hair as he lays me in the middle of the bed. I don't want him to leave me alone, so I don't release the grip I have on him.

"Please, don't leave me," I whisper to him.

"I'll never leave again, doll." He curls his body around me and I cry into his chest.

I hate how that stupid bitch can ruin me with one phone call. How does she even know I was married to Charlie? The divorce papers were filed after I left, and so far they haven't been contested. The lawyer said that was a good sign.

Closing my eyes, I breathe in Brant's musky scent, which is mixed with motor oil and gasoline. I fall asleep in his arms, knowing I'm safe.