Wayward Trouble (Wayward Saints MC Book 5) (13 page)

I love the feeling of her in my arms when I fall asleep, and I’m pretty sure I can get addicted to it. Her body fits perfectly in mine, and it brings out my protective side when I think about someone else holding her this way.

I’m so fucking screwed…
 

Chapter Fifteen

The buzzing of a phone wakes me up a few hours later. I stretch and pull myself out of Jase’s arms. Grabbing his phone, I see Anslie’s name on the screen so I answer it quietly.
 

“Hello?”
 

“Oh good. I thought I would have to beg Jase to let me talk to you,” she chirps.

I can’t help but giggle at her statement. I doubt he would make her beg.
 

“He’s asleep. What’s up?” I ask.
 

“I was wondering if you had some time to help me plan the party? We want to have it this weekend, and so there is a lot to plan! Henley said she would help too!” She is way too damn cheerful right now.
 

“Yeah, I’d love to. It will make me feel like I’m not just sitting around doing nothing,” I mumble the last part of that sentence, but I know she hears it.

“I doubt anyone is thinking that. Everyone thinks you’re great. We can come by the clubhouse in a few hours to start planning. I told Dom to keep Coley away until we are done planning, which shouldn’t be too hard. She has her hands full with Axle anyway,” she chirps.

“Axle?” I ask.
 

I have no idea who that is. I feel like I have no clue about anything around here. Maybe I should start learning this stuff. Especially if Jase really means that we are gonna give this a real shot.

“Axle is Dom’s son. For the last few weeks, she is all he’s really known. Don’t worry we can talk about all this stuff later. I will give you the four one one on everyone.” I can hear the smile in her voice.
 

“Sounds good. Just let me know when you get here, and I’ll help with whatever you need.” Turning towards the bed, I see Jase watching me.

“I will. See you in a little bit. I have to get the boys ready, and then drop them off at Brant’s parent’s house.”
 

“Okay. See ya,” I reply, hitting the END button.
 

I scoot back up the bed, and Jase has a smirk on his face. “I should get you a phone.”

I shake my head, “I don’t really need one, it’s okay. Sorry I answered yours. I just saw Anslie’s name, and I remembered she wanted me to…” He sits up and crushes his lips to mine, silencing me effectively. I moan into his mouth, and he pulls me closer to him.

When he pulls away, he gives me a grin, and I can’t help but smile too. “Don’t worry about it. You see one of the girls calling, you can answer it. Just don’t answer it when one of my brother’s call. And I will be getting you a phone because I won’t always be around, and I will need to be able to get ahold of you.” He kisses my lips once more before getting out of bed.
 

“Where are you going?” I ask.
 

I watch him turn and face me in just his boxer briefs that show his erection proudly. Swallowing around the lump in my throat, I can’t help but stare at it.
 

“Well if you don’t stop staring at my dick like that, I’m gonna be fucking you.” My eyes snap up to his and he grins.
 

“I’m gonna go get you a phone,” he states like that was a given.

I stare at him, and he comes back over to me. “I would take you with me, but after last night I’m not sure if it’s safe.” He moves the hair out of my face, and tucks it behind my ear.
 

“Ans will probably be here before I get back, so just relax and I’ll be back before you know it.”
 

I nod my head and watch as he pulls on his jeans, and grabs a tee from his dresser. He slips on his boots and grabs his wallet from the dresser, before leaning over the bed and kissing me deeply once more.
 

“I’ll be back,” he murmurs against my lips before walking out of the room. Sighing, I fall back on the bed, and think about the little shocks that hit my mouth every time he kisses me. Hell, they happen every time he touches me.
 

I never felt that with Shawn. Maybe it’s because he was a liar and a fake. He made me believe that he loved me, and he was probably just using me a pawn in his game.
 

A knock at the door brings me out of my musings about Shawn, and his business with Saxton. Getting up, I slowly open the door, and a big boobed blonde girl comes marching in.
 

She stops and looks me over before searching the room. “Where the fuck is Jase?” she yells.

Who the hell does she think she is? “Who the hell are you?” I ask back, with just as much snottiness as her.
 

“Bitch, you don’t need to know who I am, just get Jase now,” she snarls.
 

This girl is crazy! Like I would really tell Jase to come here, just because she wants to talk to him or whatever.
 

“He’s not here. So why don’t you get the hell out of our room?” I say as snotty as I can muster.
 

“Your room?” she laughs. “Please don’t tell me you think that he is gonna actually let you stick around longer than one night?” she snickers and I want to punch her. Never in my life have I wanted to punch another girl, but I could do it without thinking twice right now.

“Yeah that’s why I’m his ole’ lady and your just some slut he fucked once.” Her eyes widen, and I see Anslie standing in the door. Brant is right behind her, and he looks pissed.
 

“Cici, get the fuck out of here, and stay the fuck away from Jase’s ole’ lady,” he growls from the doorway. She whips around and she stutters, but doesn’t actually get any words out. “I said leave,” Brant demands.
 

Even I’m a little scared of his tone. Cici walks towards the door and he moves himself and Anslie in the room, shutting the door once her skanky ass is gone.
 

“Fuck, Jase is gonna be pissed,” he mutters under his breath. Anslie elbows him, and he rubs where she just hit. “Doll, come get me when you’re ready to head out.” He says kissing her forehead before walking out of the room.

“Alright,” she sighs before walking over to the bed. She pulls out her phone, types out a message, grabs her notebook, opening it, and pulling out a pen from her bag.
 

“Henley is on her way in here.” She starts to write a bunch of stuff down, and I just sit here and watch her. She’s beautiful, and I don’t even know how she ended up with Brantley.
 

“Why are you staring at me?” she asks when she looks up.

“Sorry,” I say looking down. “You’re just so beautiful. I was trying to figure out how you would meet a guy that’s part of an MC.” I smack my hand over my mouth. “I’m sorry that sounded so bad. I don’t mean it as a bad thing.” Mentally I kick myself a million times. I’m pretty sure I just insulted her, even though it wasn’t my intention.
 

“It’s okay. My dad is actually the president of the club, and all four of my brothers are members. I’ve been surrounding by bikers since I was sixteen. That’s actually when Brantley and I met.”
 

“So you’ve been together a while?” I ask. I don’t know why, but part of me is curious. Maybe if I can see that they made it work, I wouldn’t be so afraid of Jase.
 

“Um, well not exactly. We never really got together until I was eighteen and that was very brief. I got married to some jackass a little while later. Then Brantley, and my brother Dom, brought me and the twins back here and he knocked me up again,” she points down to her belly and giggles.
 

“Are you happy being an ole’ lady?”
 

She looks over at me with the brightest smile. “When I was sixteen, I told my dad that I would rather be Brantley’s ole’ lady than a college student dating a frat boy any day, but he didn’t really like that. It’s the truth though. I love Brantley and the boys more than anything in this world,” she says with a wide smile.

“It’s not always easy, but we all stick together. I would do anything for the other ole’ ladies. We have fun, and we’re family. What’s better than that?”
 

I guess she’s right. I’ve never actually had a lot of family or friends so maybe I’ve been missing out. We spend a few minutes talking about the who’s who of the club, and the difference between an ole’ lady and a whore.

As soon as Henley shows up, we get to work on planning the party, and what supplies and food we are going to need.
 

Let’s just say that they don’t do anything small.
 

By the end of the planning session, I’m questioning how we are going to get all of the stuff done in two days.

Chapter Sixteen

Pulling into the compound, I see Brant and Bent talking over by the front doors. That must mean Anslie is with Wyn still.

Parking, I grab the bag out of my saddlebag, and make my way over to them. Bent has a cigarette in his mouth, and Brant is talking about having to kick one of the whores out. That peaks my attention.
 

I slap Brant on the back, and he looks over at me. “Hey. Good thing you’re here. You need to hear this too.”
 

“So I walked with Ans into your room, and we saw Cici running her mouth to your ole’ lady. From what we heard, Wynter can hold her own when she really wants to.”
 

Fuck. “Where is that bitch?” I growl.
 

They both look over at me with questionable expressions, and Bent mutters something about being pussy whipped without even getting laid. I’m gonna laugh my fucking ass off when a girl gets under his skin. He fucking needs an ole’ lady to give him hell every damn day of his life.

I tell them that I’ll catch them later and go in search of Cici; that bitch fucking knows better than to run her mouth to an ole’ lady. We have rules for a reason, and the ole’ ladies are always second in line for respect here; while the club whores are at the bottom.
 

Checking in a few different rooms, I don’t see her. Just when I’m about to give up, she slinks around a corner, and makes a beeline right to me.