Wayward Angel (3 page)

Reluctantly, I make my way to him, not bothering to look back at the tall, sexy biker.

Once I reach my dad, he pulls me close and kisses my forehead before saying, "Everyone, I want to introduce you to my beautiful, and very underage, sixteen-year-old daughter, Anslie."

I mentally cringe that he had to ensure everyone knew my age. Worse, I see the sexy biker looking shocked after hearing my how old I am.

After my dad's speech, I spend most of the day meeting club members and their families. I didn't realize there were so many members – and kids, some of whom are running around everywhere while the hooker-looking women hang around the edges of the party. They tend to stay away from the ladies with the property patches, but every time a single member breaks away from the group the whores rush him. I swear I’ve watched at least four of them pretty much tackle my brothers. Gross.

At about eight, Dom walks out of the clubhouse and offers to take me home. The party is starting to get a little crazy since all the kids are gone, and I'm kind of glad to be getting away before I see something scary. When Dom drops me off, he tells me to make sure I lock the doors and turn the alarm on. Does he think I don't know how to keep myself safe? I've been doing this for years. My mom would go in and out of our house day and night, and we never even had an alarm.

I assure Dom that I'm fine, set the alarm and make my way up to my room. In bed, all I can think about is that biker. When I close my eyes, I can still feel his warmth surrounding me.

How pathetic am I?

I don’t even know his name. I shouldn’t be having these crazy feelings for him already.

Chapter Four

It's been a week since I last saw Anslie and she's still the only thing I can think about. I'm lying on my bed, gripping my hard-on while imagining her naked body on top on mine. I slowly stroke myself, imagining she’s the one with her hand on my cock. I am so fucking hard that it's ridiculous. No girl has ever got me like this before.

God, I want that girl so fucking bad. I need to fuck her out of my system and soon. I can’t fucking believe that girl is only sixteen. Fuck, girls didn't look like that when
I
was sixteen - not even close. I imagine her on her knees in front of me, running her tongue along the tip of my cock. She grips me and licks it like a lollipop....

My phone going off interrupts the fantasy. Fuck, just when my imagination was getting good. I open Dom's message and can't believe what it says.

Dom:
can you do me a favor and take Anslie to school? we’re all tied up at the moment.

Fuck, yes! I can't wait to feel her long, tanned and toned legs wrapped around me. I hit reply and type of a quick message.

Me:
Yea no prob

Dom:
thanks man I owe you

I pull on my jeans and a clean shirt. Pulling my boots on, I grab my cut. As I rush out the door, all I can think about is having her tight body wrapped around me as I ride. Damn, just thinking about her gets me harder than I've ever been before. I need to keep it under control. 

I make the short trek to Prez’s house and ring the doorbell. When she opens the door, surprise crosses her beautiful features. I'm probably the last person she thought would show up at her door this early.

“Hi,” she squeaks. Damn, she's cute when she's nervous.

“Hey, doll.”

“W-w -what are you doing here?”

I smirk. “Your brother asked me to give you a ride to school.”

Her eyes widen. “Okay.”

She grabs her bag and I lead her out to my bike. I get on and she hops on behind me. I instantly get hard when she straddles my back and grips my stomach.

The ride is way too short for my liking. Once we pull up to her school, I look over my shoulder and see her features change. She looks like she wants to say something, so I patiently wait as she gets off my bike. What she asks makes me smile.

“What's your name?”

“Brantley,” I reply, watching her expression shift.

She mouths it a few times. “Thank you for the ride, Brantley.”

Damn, I love the way my name rolls off her tongue. She has this sexy rasp that makes me want to hear her talk while she has her lips wrapped around my cock. Every second with her makes me think about all the things I want to do to her body.

“Anytime, doll. Let me see your phone.” She hands it over and I plug in my number. “You ever need anything, give me a call.”

I shoot her a wink. She waves and I take off, heading back to the clubhouse to ease that lingering ache. Even a club whore won't be able to relieve it.

Fuck, I want to get this girl under me and soon.

Oh my god. I can't believe Brantley’s rock hard body just pressed up against mine. My whole body is humming with need. Sitting at school today is going to suck.

Casey is waiting at my locker. “Gosh Anslie, way to make an entrance. Everyone is talking about that hot biker who just dropped you off.”

I sigh. I hate when people talk about me. Living with my mom, I’ve had enough gossip about me to last a life time.

If it weren't for Casey, I would be a total loner. She's the only person who has been nice to me since I started school here a month ago. Beautiful in her own way, she's tall and thin, with the prettiest light blue eyes I have ever seen. Her auburn hair is to die for.

“He is pretty hot.” I blush when I think about him. “Oh my god, you have a crush on him!” She squeals.

I blush more and duck my head into my locker. While I'm there, I grab all the stuff I need for first period and we take off towards our first class.

By third period, twenty girls have asked who brought me to school this morning and if he's single. I swear, even when my dad drops me off it's the same thing. No one wants to talk to me for me, they all just want to know who the “sexy bikers” are.

At lunch, Casey and I grab our trays and find a table far away from everyone else.

“You are starting to become the “it” thing, Ans.” Her smile grows as I get more annoyed.

“Ugh! I wish they would just leave me alone about the club.”

“Whatever happens, just don't become like
those
girls, Anslie.”

I sigh. “I'd rather be friends with you and never have another friend, than be friends with any of them. They just want to talk to me because of my brothers and the club.”

Once lunch is done, we throw away our trash and are starting towards are next class when I hear someone yell my name. I turn around and come face to face with the most popular girl in school. Tara is the typical blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty that every girl wants to be. Rich and stuck up, she thinks that no one matters but her and her crowd of “it girl” friends. I hate girls like that.

“So I was wondering if you wanted to come to my party on Saturday?” she asks.

“Oh...maybe. Can Casey come too?” Not that I'm excited to even be invited. She's probably only asking because she hopes I'll bring one of my brothers.

“Sure. Do you think some of those bikers you know are going to come with you, too?”

Bingo! That’s all these girls think about. Just once, I wish I could be invited for me, not who I know.

Looking at Tara, I doubt she could handle one of those bikers. They're all broody, tough and half the time, they scare me. And I know my dad wouldn't let any of them touch me.

“Probably not, they typically have their own parties on weekends.” I try to keep a smile on my face, but it’s hard to be nice to these girls.

“Well, you can always invite them too. See you later.” She waves and walks back to her friends, acting like I don’t exist again. I'm not sure if I should even go to this party. Maybe I should go just to make it look like I'm trying to fit in here. This could bring some of the attention off of me and Casey.

At the end of the day, I sit in front of the school, where my brothers pick me up after school. I hope one of them shows up soon.

Thirty minutes pass and I get tired of waiting. Everyone has already gone home except for a few teachers. Since the school is only two miles from my house, I decide to walk. It's so much closer than the walk I used to make when I lived with my mom. My dad doesn't like me walking home, so someone is always here to pick me up. I wonder where they are.

Half a mile from the school, I hear the familiar rumble of a motorcycle. I turn to see who it is, but I don't recognize the rider. I start to walk faster and he slows down, making pace with me. He looks me up and down as he passes by, then he finally speeds off and I slow my walking speed.

I'm freaking out. What if he comes back? I call Dom, but it goes to voice mail, which is typical lately. I call my dad and get voice mail again. Typical. They get mad when I don't call, but when I do, they don't answer.

I'm afraid to call Brantley because I don't want to sound needy, so I decide to text him instead. Maybe he won't think I'm clingy.

Me:
hey have you talked to Dom?

His response is almost immediate. I swear it's like he was
waiting
for me to text him, which makes me giddy. I wonder if he can't stop thinking about me, like I can't stop thinking about him.

Brantley:
no, last I heard was he was on a run. why?

Oh, that must be why he's not here. Damn, I wish I'd known. I would have had Casey take me home.

Me:
he was suppose to pick me up from school.

Brantley:
didn't you get out like an hour ago? where are you

Me:
yea. I'm walking home right now

Brantley:
where are you

Me:
half way home.

Brantley:
I'm on my way

me:
it's okay I'll be fine.

He doesn't text back, so I'm guessing he didn't listen when I said I'm fine. Actually, I’m glad he's coming. I don't want that guy to come back while I'm walking alone.

When I hear the rumble of a motorcycle and see Brantley coming down the street towards me, I sigh with relief that it's not that creepy guy from earlier.