Wayward Trouble (Wayward Saints MC Book 5) (14 page)

“Jase baby,” she purrs. She runs a nail down my chest, and I push her up against the wall.
 

Leaning in close, I whisper, “Don’t ever fucking talk to my ole’ lady again. I will make sure you will regret it if you do.” Pulling away, her eyes are wide, and she scrambles away from under me, running down the hall. Least I know I got my point across.
 

Walking down the hallway towards my room, I pause before I open the door. Fuck maybe Bentley’s right.
 

Walking into the room, I see Wynter sitting by herself. When she looks up, she has a big smile on her face.
 

“Hey,” she squeaks.
 

I walk over to the bed, and stand right in front of her. Leaning forward, I press her body into the mattress, and kiss her lips. “Hi,” I murmur as I move to her neck.
 

She sighs, and her hands go to my hair. She tugs gently, almost like she’s afraid to hurt me. When I finally pull away from her, I can see the lust in her eyes. She wants me almost as bad as I want her.
 

As much as I want to take her, I want to do this shit right. Something I’ve never done before, waiting. Even if it fucking kills me, I’m gonna go at her pace. Do this shit by her rules.
 

“I heard what happened with Cici and I dealt with her.” I sit next to her, and turn her so I can run my hand over her stomach. She looks up at me from the bed, and gives me a questionable look.
 

“What do you mean dealt with her?” she asks quietly.

“Don’t worry sugar I didn’t hurt her. I just told her to stay away from you.” She lets out the breath she was holding, and her hands land on my arm.
 

“You really thought I meant I hurt her?”
 

“No! I just didn’t know what you meant. I would never want you to hurt someone because of me.”
 

“Baby I would kill for you. I just don’t kill bitches unless they endanger the lives of any of my brothers or family.” Her eyes widen a little but she nods her head.
 

“I think I understand that,” she mumbles. I lean down and kiss her lips once more before I grab the bag from beside me and open it. I pull out the new prepay, and dial my number in, and call my own phone. I can feel her eyes on me, but I don’t turn to look at her yet. After I check my phone and find Anslie’s number, I send her a text, so she has Wyn’s number too.
 

The phone beeps with a new text message, and I can’t help but chuckle.

Anslie:
Remember what I said. If you really want him, GO FOR IT!

I hand the phone over to Wynter, and see her face turn bright red. “I can’t believe she wrote that,” she says covering her face.
 

“So you want me huh?” I goad her.
 

She shakes her head, “No we were talking about some other biker. Gah! I’m going to kill her.” She gives me a pouty face, and I can’t help but laugh.
 

I’m glad she sent that message, so that I’m not in the dark about this shit. Hell, I’ve never been in a relationship before and I’m pretty sure that this is good news.
 

Once I plug her name in with her number, I pull her up and off the bed. “Come on sugar. I’m fucking starving, and if I stay in here any longer, your body is gonna be dinner.” I see her shiver, and I know I’m starting to affect her.

Dragging her into the kitchen, I sit her on the counter a few inches from the stove, and tell her not to move.
 

“You know I’m not a child right?” she asks with a hand on her hip. I stalk back over to her, and cage her in. Running my lips down the side of her neck, I breathe in her scent. She fucking smells so good.
 

“Trust me sugar, I know damn well that you’re not a child. What I want to do to your body is nothing childlike.” Her breathing deepens, and her hands grip my back, pulling me closer to her.
 

The door opens and I hear Anslie whisper, “I think we should come back later.” The door closes, and I run my tongue up her neck and suck on her ear lobe. She moans, her right hand grabs onto my hair, and gives it a good yank.
 

Just as I’m about to say fuck food, my phone starts to go off. The fucking timing of these assholes is driving me insane. I rest my face into her neck, and pull my phone out and answer it. “This better be fucking good,” I grit out.
 

“Well that depends on you I guess,” Elijah chuckles.
 

I fucking hate my brothers right now. I swear every single one of them is going to be the biggest cock blocks now.
 

“Fucking spit it out asshole,” I mutter. I feel Wynter’s silent laugher, and I look up to see the amusement dancing in her eyes.
 

Pulling away from her, I grab butter, cheese and bread, from the fridge and then look for a pan as I listen to my baby brother.

“Just got word on that prick you are looking into. I was gonna tell dad, but he’s at home with mom and the twins.” I start making grilled cheese, and Wynter is watching me with a smirk.

“He has been asking around about you, and wants to know everything about you and your family.” I drop the spatula, fuck me.

“Who’s he been asking? A friendly or an enemy?” I ask grabbing the spatula off the counter. Wynter gets off the counter, pushes me out of the way, and takes over the making grilled cheeses for us. She asks how many, and I hold up three fingers. She gives me a look that says she’s calling me a fat ass, but I don’t really care. I’m starving. I grab her ass, and continue listening to Eli.

“Both. He asked the Black Jackals, and Hunter pretty much told him to go fuck himself. He also talked to the Black Hills jackasses, and they sang like fucking canaries. Shit’s gonna get bad if he comes after anyone else. You and I both know that Dad and Prez aren’t gonna be happy with that.”
 

“I know,” I reply rubbing my face with my hands. Fuck. “I wonder how fucking long we have until he comes up with a plan?”
 

“No fucking clue big bro. Just wanted to make sure you were aware before I shoot it up the chain. Dad will probably ream your ass soon.” He chuckles and I just mutter a few more fucks.

“Call me if you find anything else out.” He tells me that he will before I END the call.

Fuck.

I look over at Wynter. She has a plate full of food, and the dishes are already washed. Wrapping my arms around her, I grab a beer and a soda from the fridge, and lead her back into my room to tell her the news.
 

Chapter Seventeen

A few days have passed since Jase found out about Saxton trying to get information on him and his family. He was pissed at first, but I think he’s finally calmed down. Today is the big party for Dominic and Coley and to tell the truth, I’m glad this party is almost over. I don’t know how Anslie does it. She is like a master party planner.
 

When I get out of the shower, I wrap a towel around my body, and make my way into the room. Jase went to go talk to one of his brothers, so I have the room to myself.
 

Just as I drop the towel to pull on my panties, the door opens, and I see Jase walk into the room. Trying to cover myself, I almost end up tripping and falling on my face. My panties are tangled on my feet, and Jase’s hands are the only things keeping me upright.
 

His eyes scan my body, and I can see them heat up as they travel down. “Fuck sugar,” he groans.
 

When I finally can move again, I pull my panties up all the way, and he pulls me to his body.
 

“There are so many fucking things I want to do to you babe.” His lips ghost along the outer shell of my ear, and I can’t help but shiver. Every ounce of my body is begging for him to take me, but my mind just won’t shut off.

When his lips go to my neck, I arch into him, and I can feel his erection poking my stomach. “Wyn,” he warns, but I don’t care. I want to let go of the past, and I want him to be the one to make everything better.
 

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull his face to mine, and slip my tongue into his mouth. His fingers dig into my skin a little more, and I can’t help but grind into him. He walks us backwards to the bed, and when the backs of my knees hit the mattress, he gives me a gentle push backwards.
 

“If you don’t tell me to stop now sugar,” his eyes roam over my body. “I won’t be able to.” He looks torn.

“Please Jase, I’m ready to forget him.”
 

He runs his fingers up my thighs before he hooks them into my panties, and tugs them back off of me. As he comes back up my body, he ghosts his lips over my skin. My pussy clenches when his mouth hovers over it. He hasn’t even touched me, and I can’t help the squirming.
 

Looking down at him, he gives me a wicked grin before his mouth comes down on my pussy.
 

“Oh god,” I moan as he licks and nibbles on my clit. My hips buck, and he holds me down so I can’t move again. Moaning, I can feel my body tense up, and he doesn’t let up.
 
When his finger thrusts inside of me, I fall apart. Moaning out his name, he licks and sucks my pussy, before sliding up my body.
 

“Holy fuck,” I groan.
 

He gets a smirk on his face, and then he claims my mouth. The taste of myself on his lips is unlike anything I’ve ever tasted. He undoes his jeans, pulls them down, kicking them and his boots off. I grip the edge of his shirt, and pull it up and off of him.
 

His hands and mouth are everywhere, and every touch brings me closer to coming again. “Jase please,” I moan.
 

“Please what sugar?” he drawls.

As much as I want to punch him, I want him to fuck me more, so I just say what he wants to hear.

“Please fuck me Jase.” I hear the crinkle of a wrapper, and he slams into me before I can even take a deep breath.
 

“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re so fucking tight.”
 

I whimper and my fingers dig into his sides as he finally starts to move. With each thrust of his hips, I can feel my body adjusting to him. He kisses me hard, and angles my hips up so he has a better angle.
 

“Jase,” I whisper hoarsely. He slams into me a few more times before my whole body tenses up, and I come again.
 

“Fuck Wyn. God you feel so damn good,” he grits out.
 

He thrusts a few more times before he comes inside of me. He drops onto his elbows, and presses his mouth to mine. “Mmm,” I moan as he turns us over so that I am now on top of him. His fingers run down my back, and rest on my ass cheeks.
 

“Fuck,” he mutters. I slowly sit up and slide off of him, which causes him to groan. Rolling over to my back, I look over at him, and kiss his shoulder.
 

“Thank you,” I whisper.
 

He pulls the condom off and drops it off the side of the bed before rolling to face me. “If anyone is thanking anyone it should be me. I’m just glad you finally trust me enough to give yourself over to me.” His lips barely touch my forehead, and he pulls me into his chest.
 

Instead of using words, I kiss him until we are both panting. I feel the spark between us. As much as it scares me that I’m just another girl to him, I would rather spend more time like this, than wonder what could have been.

“Come on, we better get to the party before they start pounding on the door.” Jase sighs, and kisses my temple before getting up. I watch him move around the room for a second, before getting up and getting ready.