Wayward Angel (19 page)

Chapter Thirty Three

The last few weeks have been terrible. The boys hate being trapped in the clubhouse and are getting antsier by the day. They just want to go home and I can't blame them - I want to go home, too. The clubhouse is not really set up to keep children entertained for weeks on end.

I can tell Anslie is starting to hate it here too. The club whores continually try to rub all over me just to piss her off. I'm pretty sure she's going to deck one of them soon.

My girl is a feisty one. I show her how much it turns me on when she doesn't back down from those catty bitches.

"Daddy, I go home!" Remy whines. The boys are turning three on Saturday and we are going to have a party, but it won't be like a normal kid party here at the clubhouse. This lockdown makes it difficult for the women to get party supplies.

Being on lockdown is driving me crazy too, so I volunteered to go pick up supplies with Dom and Jase. Three weeks of house arrest will drive anyone insane.

Riding into town, we get to the party store and tell the store clerks what Anslie wants. They look at us like we are fucking crazy.

"Your sister is making us look like we're trying to kidnap little boys," my brother says, as he punches Dom in the arm.

"It's B's fucking kids we have to buy this shit for. Blame your brother, J." He sneers back before punching him in the shoulder.

"Just be glad I didn't knock her up with girls, 'cause then we'd be buying a fuckload of girly shit right now."

They both cringe at that thought.

Once we're done at the party store, we toss the bags into the van with the prospects and then we hit up Costco for food and snacks. We pick out a few toys for Remy and Sev and then make our way back to the clubhouse.

We walk through the doors and as soon as the boys see us, they run up and start jumping all over us. I look around the room for Anslie, but don't see her anywhere. "Hey little man, where's your Momma?" I ask Sev, while he climbs me like a tree.

"I nono Daddy." He looks around, trying to find her. I hear Remy yell out, "Mommy" and take off running. Sev tries to jump out of my arms, but I'm holding him too tight.

“But I wan Mommy," he says, struggling to get out of my grip.

I watch as Anslie struts across the room towards me and I feel like the wind has been knocked out of me. She is a fucking wet dream, wearing this short, dark grey dress that barely covers her ass and pussy. Her boots are knee high, black stilettos. Her long brown hair is curled and loose, just the way I like it. I love pulling it while I’m fucking her from behind. My God. I want to bend her over the closest table or couch right now.

She picks Remy up and continues to walk straight for me. When she reaches me, she leans her body into mine and kisses my cheek.

"Fuck, doll," I growl in her ear as she pulls away, giggling. She knows what she's doing to me.

"Did you get everything I needed?" she purrs.

"Yeah doll, I got more than you’ll ever need," I say, smirking. Her grin widens and she saunters back off the way she came. Damn. Sometimes that girl is too hot for her own good.

Remy and Sev go back to playing on the couch with my brothers and watching TV.

I quickly make my way down the hall after Anslie. I look in a few of the rooms before I find her setting up the party in the game room upstairs. Watching her bend over to pick up a streamer from the plastic shopping bag makes me groan. Her dress is so short that I can see the globes of her ass peeking out. I can even see the barely-there scrap of lace covering her pussy.

She can sense my presence in the room, because she shakes her ass a little before she starts to hang the streamer from the walls. She sways her hips as she walks around the room. Every time she turns, she stares right into my eyes and smirks. My erection is extremely painful against my jeans and it's only getting worse by the minute. She glides toward me and runs a hand down my chest. I take a deep breath of her intoxicating scent and I can smell how aroused she is.

I'm taken off guard when she pushes me into the chair behind me. Without saying a word, she straddles my lap and kisses me with so much emotion and love. This girl is my Kryptonite and I won't let her go ever. She moans into my mouth and begins to grind against my erection. My hands run down the length of her back and land on the round globes of her ass. I squeeze them and she rocks against me faster. I slip one of my fingers into her lacy thong and run it up and down her slit.

She's so wet that she's dripping on my jeans. I take some of her juices, run my finger to her puckered hole and gently massage it into her. She mews when I get the tip of my finger in her rosebud. I slowly thrust my finger into her and she rocks her hips back, thrusting into my hand. One of her hands tangles in my hair and the other reaches down to her soaking wet pussy.

She begins to rub her nub through her thong and grinds her pussy harder against my jeans. I love watching her pleasure herself. I feel her body start to shake and she loses her rhythm. I cover her mouth with mine as she screams out my name. Her eyes roll back in her head and her body quivers as she orgasms, coming all over her own hand and my jeans.

I slowly pull my finger out of her ass and she gasps.

"Mmm Brant, that felt so fucking good," she purrs. I pull her thong to the side and thrust two fingers into her heat. Her back arches and her head thrashes back and forth as she rides my fingers. The hand she had on her pussy is now tugging at my jeans, trying to get them unbuttoned and down so she can free my cock. My other hand is digging my fingers into her hips as she thrusts harder into my hand.

"Damn doll, your pussy is greedy for my fingers right now. Your body was made for mine," I grunt as she finally frees me from my jeans while frantically thrusting onto my fingers. I pull them out and she whimpers at the loss. She stands enough to line herself up with my cock and then drops herself down on me.

Bottoming out on my cock, she moans long and loud.

"Fuck" I grit out. I hold her hips still until I know I can move again, then thrust up into her over and over again. Her eyes roll back and she arches her back. I pull her down on me and grind her pussy on my cock, feeling her start to clench me. She's almost there. I lift her up and drop her back down a few more times before I smack her pussy right above where we are connected.

"Oh, fuck Brant," she breathes as she comes all over me. I pump into her as she rides out her orgasm and I feel my balls tighten as her walls clench me even more. I can't hold back any longer. I thrust one more time before I roar out my release.

"Goddamn, baby," I huff out as I try to catch my breath. She drops her face into my chest and holds on to me.

She gently stands and I slip out of her core. Fuck, this girl will be the death of me, but I can't think of a better way of going out. Death by pussy sounds pretty good to me.

I pull my jeans up and tuck myself in, while she smoothes down her dress. "I gotta get back to work. So shoo." She laughs while smacking my shoulder. I kiss her one last time and walk back down stairs with a shit-eating grin. 

Chapter Thirty Four

After our little impromptu sex session, I finish setting up for the small party. Dom and Jase are manning the grill and the old ladies are making all of the side dishes. I hate that the twins have to celebrate their birthday during a lockdown, but we really don't have another choice.

I spend most of the time with the boys, but I manage to squeeze in some time with the old ladies. Halfway through the party, I see Cherry trying to grind up all over Brantley. He keeps pushing her off him, but she doesn’t take no for an answer.

He looks at me and drawls, “Doll.” The look on his face is telling me not flip my shit on this dumb bitch.

“Get the fuck off him, you stupid cunt,” I say calmly. “He doesn’t want your fake-as-shit tits and loose pussy.” I grab her by her bleached blonde roots and pull her off my man.

“What the fuck, you stupid bitch!” she shrieks. She launches herself at me, but I punch her before she can even touch me. She falls to the ground, clutching her mouth.

The guys burst out laughing. I hear my dad tell a prospect to take her home and help her get cleaned up.

After my little run in with Cherry, the rest of the club whores stay away from Brantley the rest of the night.

The boys had a blast and the food was amazing. They happily play with their new toys. I love seeing the smiles on everyone's faces. This is our family. I was wrong to keep them from Brantley. Even if he never wrote me back, I could have gone home to tell him personally, but instead I was a coward.

The party is starting to wind down and I can tell Remy is getting tired. He's curled up on the couch with Brantley, while Sev is running around like a kid on crack. He runs down the hall but doesn't come back. I slowly make my way in the same direction and hear crying by the door that leads outside. I turn the corner and see Sev curled in a little ball. I run to him and check for any injuries. Behind me, I hear a footstep and then I feel a sharp pain radiating through my skull. I can't see anything but darkness as I fall to the ground.

When I wake up, my head is pounding like I did too many shots. I touch the back of my skull and feel the huge lump there. Frantically, I look around the room to see where I am. Nothing looks familiar. Where the hell am I? I hear footsteps coming towards me. When the door opens, I come face-to-face with the man that I wish I never met.

There's a smile on his face as he looks me over. "Well, well, my sweetheart. You look amazing in that little dress."

He walks over to me and runs his hand down my face. I have to fight the urge to vomit. "You know I don't like you wearing barely-there clothing. Is that what that animal likes you in? Clothing meant for a whore!" he hisses.

He walks around the room with his eyes never leaving mine. "You know, your step daddy wanted me to marry you so that he could get closer to you. I wonder why that was. Were you screwing him too?" He sneers at me. I can't help the tears that well up in my eyes. "No. He tried to hurt me as a kid, but I never let him touch me." I say with a shaky voice. "And I'm glad he's dead." He walks over to me and grabs a fist full of my hair.

Yanking it he smiles and says, "My sweet girl, we are gonna get re-acquainted real soon. Don't think just because your little biker trash boyfriend got the upper hand last time, he wins you. You are mine and I'm glad he got rid of him. He was starting to cause too many problems anyway." He pushes me onto the dirty mattress and walks out the door, locking it behind him.

I curl up in a little ball on the dirty, stained mattress. I have to figure a way to get out of here alive. I want to go home to my boys and Brant.

Earlier, I put my phone in my bra so I didn't have to carry it around, and luckily he didn't find it. I pull my phone out and see that it's still on silent. Thank God - if he'd heard the phone ringing, he would have searched me and taken it.

I pull up my messages and see fifty new texts and a hundred missed calls, all from my brothers, my dad and Brant. I quickly type out a message to Brantley.

Me:
help me.

I hide the phone under the mattress and wait a few minutes before checking it again. The screen lights up and I see a new text.

Brantley:
doll I'm gonna find you. I'm tracing your phone. Who took you?

Me: h
e said he's gonna hurt me.

He immediately writes back.

Brantley: d
oll I'm gonna find you and kill the bastard who has you.

I hear footsteps getting closer to the door. I quickly type a response back.

Me:
he's coming back.

I stick the phone back under the mattress and lie back in the fetal position, waiting for him to walk into the room. I hear the door click and then swing open. He throws a bottle of water at me and then slams the door shut again. I hear the lock click and grab the phone.

Me:
are Remy and Sev okay

A few minutes pass before he writes back.

Brantley:
yea doll I have them sitting with me.

At least I know they're safe with Brantley. He would never let anything happen to the boys.

Me:
its Charlie

I shove the phone back under the mattress and take a few small sips of my water. Who knows when I’ll get more.