Wayward Trouble (Wayward Saints MC Book 5) (8 page)

“She’s different and she needs our help,” I state looking anywhere, but at him. I can already feel him trying to figure me out, which isn’t fucking hard for him. He can always read my damn mind, and I fucking hate it.
 

“You like her,” he smirks. I shake my head, and he just laughs.
 

“You fucking do and you’ve known her what a day or two?” he wants to get knocked the fuck out.
 

“How long you know Anslie before you followed her around like a fucking puppy dog?” I sneer.

He throws his hands up and takes a few steps back. “Trust me Jase, I’ve been there, let me help you.”
 

Sighing, I run my hand through my hair.
 

“What do we do?” I ask.

“We figure out what she knows about his work and find out who he works with.” Fuck this can get fucking bad, real damn quick.

“Bring her by the house tonight, and we can go over some shit. And I won’t hear Anslie bitch about me not being home.” I can’t help but smirk.
 

She just wants his ass home so her pregnant ass is sated. I thought they were bad before, now it’s like fucking ten times worse.
 

“Yeah fine we’ll come by,” I mumble and walk over to the bar. Getting a bottle of Jim Beam, I take a few swigs before making my way back to my room where the sexy little red head is asleep.

Opening the door, I look over at the bed. The blanket is now half off her body, and I can see her pale skin. My hands itch to touch her, and I know I need to get a fucking grip. No fuck that, I need to get laid.
 

Instead of sticking around, I walk back out of my room, and go in search of one of the club whores.
 

When I finally find Cici, I drag her into the game room, and she drops to her knees without a second thought. As she undoes my jeans and pulls them down, the only thing I can think of is the fucking girl lying in my bed.
 

Cici takes me into her mouth, and sucks my dick like she’s trying to win some fucking award. Gripping her head, I thrust into her hard and fast until I can feel my balls tighten. When I imagine that I’m slamming into Wynter’s pussy, I come in Cici’s mouth.
 

She licks me clean, and I instantly feel fucking guilty as fuck. Pushing her off of me, I pull my jeans up, and make my way out of the clubhouse.
 

Sitting on the bench outside, I put my head in my hands, and just stare at the fucking ground. I hear footsteps coming towards me, and I don’t even have to look up to know it’s my old man.
 

He takes a seat next to me, and just sits there not saying a word.

“Just say what you came here to say,” I grumble.
 

“I didn’t come to say anything. I see your upset, but I’m not really sure why son.” Looking over at him, I can see he really cares about what is running through my head.

“What if she’s more than someone I feel like I need to save?” I ask.

“You mean like you could see yourself with her?”
 

I nod my head, and sit back against the bench.
 

“Only you know that son. I can’t tell you how to deal with this shit. But, I can tell you that if she’s worth it, don’t stop fighting for her no matter what any of us say.”
 

Exhaling, I look up at the sky. “What if she gets pissed about what I just did?” He watches me for a minute before answering.
 

“I’m not condoning it. But, you need to prove to her that she means something more than just some girl you feel like saving. You watched your brother and Anslie for years, don’t make the same mistakes he has,” he sighs and goes to stand up.

“Own up to your mistakes and fix them.”

With that, he walks back inside. I sit there for a few more minutes before I make my way back into the clubhouse, and into my room.
 

This time when I open the door, I see her looking up at me.
 

“Hey Wynter,” I say making my way over to the bed. Her eyes watch me, and I can tell she knows something’s off about me.
 

“What’s wrong?” she squeaks out.

I sit on the bed and lean back against the headboard. She wrinkles her nose up and she takes a sniff of me. “You smell like cheap perfume.”
 

Closing my eyes, I run my hands down my face. I need to own up to it, if I ever want to give us a chance. “I made a mistake,” I mumble.
 

Her eyes look at me, and I feel like she already knows what I’m about to say.
 

“You’re not mine to control Jase. I get that you’re a man with needs and stuff. It’s okay. We are just pretending to be together.”
 

To be honest, that fucking burned. I can feel myself getting pissed that she doesn’t care, and part of me is fucking glad. This shit would never work anyway. But when I see the tears pool in her eyes, I know I really fucked up with her.
 

Pulling her into my arms, she stiffens up, and I have to whisper in her ear to get her to relax.
 

“Wyn, I’m sorry. I’m not sorry a lot, but you deserve more than that.”
 

I feel her tears through my shirt and I want to kick my own ass for hurting her. She lifts her head up and gives me a frown. “You smell like her.”
 

Fuck. I roll her over and place a gentle kiss to her lips. “I’m gonna shower, and then you and I are gonna talk.”
 

She doesn’t say anything, but she nods her head. Getting up, I make my way into the bathroom, and wash off Cici’s scent and all my stupidity.
 

Chapter Nine

I knew as soon as he walked into the room that he was mad at himself. Hell, I didn’t really expect him to tell me that he did something wrong. I expected him to act like my opinion didn’t matter. When he laid in bed next to me, all I could smell was her perfume, and it was terrible.
 

I don’t know why I even cared that he had slept with some random woman. He isn’t mine and I already know that, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less. God, why do I care? I have asked myself that same question since he went into the bathroom to shower.
 

When he comes out, he’s only wearing low slung jeans that are unbuttoned. My mouth goes dry, and I can’t think of one whole sentence. He makes his way over to the bed, and takes a seat next to me.
 

“Wynter,” he starts, turning to look at me.
 

“I’m sorry. I fucked up and I want to make it up to you.” My mouth drops open and I feel like a fish out of water. Why does he want to make it up to me? We aren’t together, well not really.

“What?” I ask with wide eyes.
 

“I want to make it up to you.” I hear the words that are coming out of his mouth, but I can’t for the life of me figure out why they are coming out of his sexy mouth. Mentally I smack my forehead. He’s not sexy; he’s trouble and lots of it.

“Why?” I question. He gives me a small grin, and I practically melt. Why does he have to be so sexy? Dammit. No, he’s not sexy.

“Sugar, I can see you waging a war with yourself,” he murmurs, leaning closer to me. I sit up straight so my back is against the other wall.
 

“I won’t bite,” he smirks. “Unless you want me to.”
 

Oh my god. I can feel the blush creep up my cheeks, and his smile just gets wider. He makes his move towards me and he straddles my legs, but he’s careful not putting any weight on me.
 

He gets so close to me that I can feel his warm breath against my lips, and I can smell the mint and alcohol on his breath. Looking at his mouth, I can feel myself getting wet. After his kiss last night, all I could think about was how it would feel on other places of my body.

Ah hell. Biting my bottom lip, I finally look into his eyes, and I can see them staring right through me. Almost like he can tell every secret I have hidden deep inside of me. Not just about Saxton, but about everything.
 

His lips twitch, and before I can even move, they descend on to mine. His hand reaches around and grips the back of my neck, pulling me closer to him. I melt into his embrace, and he lays me back on the bed. His weight holds me down, but it feels so good that I don’t want him to move.
 

Our tongue dance together, and I can feel his erection getting bigger through his jeans. Feeling a little braver, I run my hands up his sides, and when he moves from my mouth to my neck, I gasp. His mouth feels so good against my skin. One of his hands trails down my body and I know exactly where it’s headed. Before he can touch me there, I push him away from me.
 

His eyes land on me, and they are full of lust. If the panting coming from him is anything to go by, he’s worked up, and probably gonna be furious that I stopped him. Every inch of my body is aching and wanting a release, but I can’t bring myself to do it. As good as it feels, he isn’t Shawn, and I’m not sure I’m ready to forget about him yet.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. He drops his head against my chest, and just breathes.
 

“You probably think I’m insane,” I mumble dumbly.
 

When he looks up at me, I see understanding in his eyes.
 

“Sugar, its fine. I know your still in love with him,” he sighs and moves back enough for me to sit up.
 

“I’m sorry,” I mumble again. I don’t know what else to say. As much as my body wants it, I can’t shut my brain down long enough to go through with it.
 

“I need to go for a second. I need to cool down.” He goes to stand up, and I can see his erection pressing against his zipper.
 

“I’ll be back,” he says as he walks out the door, shutting it behind him.
 

Lying back against the pillows, I mentally yell at myself for being so stupid. It’s been almost a year, and I still can’t move past him.
 

There’s something wrong with me. Jase is the hottest man I’ve ever seen in my life, and he makes me feel things that I’ve never felt before. Pulling the blanket over my head, I hide under it until I finally get so bored that I have to go find him.
 

Getting up, I go into the bathroom and make myself look somewhat decent before walking out of the room, and into the bar area.
 

When I walk out into the bar, I see men everywhere, and women practically humping them.
 

“Hey Wynter, right?” one of the men asks. I nod my head, but don’t say anything.
 

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing all alone in here?” he asks. I take a few steps away from him, and he just smirks.
 

“Looking for Jase,” I whisper. I have no idea what I’m allowed to do or don’t in this place, and it kind of freaks me out.
 

“He’s a little preoccupied sweetheart. Why don’t you just come and keep me company instead?” I shake my head no and go to walk away, but he grabs my arm and pulls me to him.
 

Where is Jase? I can feel myself starting to panic, and I don’t know what to do. I try to pull away from him, but his grip is too tight and he’s hurting me. I try to pull back one more time, but he pulls me to him again. Kicking his shin, I try to free myself one more time.
 

I smack right into someone, and the guy who had a hold of me puts his hands up like he didn’t do anything. Turning around, I see a very pissed off looking Jase. He pulls me behind him, and walks up to the guy. I watch him lean in and say something, and the guy’s eyes widen. He takes a step back before he punches him in the nose.
 

My hands go to my mouth, and I gasp. Jase hits the guy with such force that he falls to the ground and doesn’t move. Jase nods to the guy behind the bar, and he turns to face me. His hands go to my face, and check me over.
 

“You okay?” he asks gently. I nod my head, but I can feel the tears starting to fill my eyes. “I’m sorry. I should have stayed in the room, but I got bored and…” Before I can finish my statement, his mouth is on mine.