Wayward Angel (21 page)

Epilogue

Six Months Later

Getting shot in the chest is not something I suggest anyone do. It still hurts like a son of a bitch, but I would take a bullet for Anslie over and over again, if it means she's mine. The doctors told me not to do any strenuous activity for the next four to six months, but I couldn't wait. The day I was released, I went balls deep in my girl. She tried to hold off longer, but she's just like me. We needed to feel each other again to know we made it through all the bumps in the road.

I walk into our bedroom and see the most beautiful sight. Anslie is spread out, face down on our bed, her long hair draped over the pillows. She only has my t-shirt on. Her thighs are spread and I can see her perfect pussy peeking out from under the cotton material.

I stroll over to the bed and run my hand up her thighs. She quietly moans and I move to the bed to straddle behind her. Kissing my way down her back to her ass cheeks, I spread them and run my tongue along her rosebud. She moans and arches her back for me. I slowly sink one finger into her tight core, and I swear that sweet pussy of hers is even better after giving birth to my kids.

"Brant." She sighs, as I swirl my finger in and out. I'm rock hard and ready to pound into her. I add another finger and continue my sweet torture.

"Please," she begs. I hook my fingers and hit her G-spot over and over until her body explodes. She screams out my name as I continue to thrust my fingers in and out while she rides out her orgasm.

"Fuck doll, I love when your pussy squeezes the fuck out of my fingers." I thrust my cock into her pussy so hard that the bed moves and bangs against the wall. She moans and her head drops back against my chest.

I pick up my pace and groan out, "This pussy is mine. No one will ever touch it but me." I thrust harder and deeper.

"It's yours," she breathes. "Only yours!" Her walls clamp down on my cock and I grunt as her body quivers around me. I clamp my hand over her mouth to keep her from waking the boys. She bites down on my fingers as she comes hard, the pain making my cock swell. I thrust three more times before I come inside her.

Fuck, I love this woman. Life couldn't get any better than this.

We collapse on the bed in a tangle of limbs. Anslie has her head on my chest as we come down from our post-sex haze. She's drawing on my chest with her finger when all of a sudden she says, "Brant, you're going to need to get a new tattoo soon."

I look at her, confused, but I notice she's still tracing the guns that hold Remington and Severye's names.

I look down at her and croak out, "Are you..." I place my hand on her stomach. She nods her head and gives me a watery smile.

"Are you sure?" I question, my mind running in a hundred different directions.

"It was confirmed yesterday."

Fuck. I'm going to be a dad again and this time I'm not missing a damn thing!

I kiss her mouth hard, then kiss my way down to her stomach where I stop and linger. I place a shit-ton of kisses where my child is resting in her belly.

The next thing I know, I hear little feet slapping the hardwood floor and the door bursts open. Anslie pulls the blanket up to cover herself and I'm stuck with nothing.

Remy and Severye come running into the room. Thank fuck my cock isn't in their mother. Instead, it's just out for all to see and hard as fuck.

"Momma, Daddy!" they screech as I grab my jeans off the floor and pull them up. "We hungy!" I look over at Anslie and she's hiding under the blankets, but I can hear her giggling.

“Boys, go turn on some cartoons while we get dressed. I'll be there in a second to make breakfast."

They both jump up and down.

Remy sings, "We had pamcakes?"

"Sure," I reply, and they scurry back down the hall.

I grab Anslie's ass under the covers and she yelps.

"Stop or they'll come back. You better hurry." She smirks. I kiss her mouth hard, before I make my way to the door.

"I love you, doll. Thank you for blessing me with the twin hurricanes and this one on the way."

"Love you too baby, forever and always."

The End

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Wayward Soul

Wayward Sinner MC Series

By K. Renee

Prologue

Casey

Have you ever felt alone? Like no one even knows the real you. That they just judge you based on the way you look or the rumors that are spread about you. I have been judged all my life. My hair isn't the right color. It was auburn, so I was made fun of daily. You know a red head joke, I've heard it. I am too skinny, so I must have an eating disorder or have a drug problem. Both are far from the truth. I have a thyroid problem that keeps me from gaining weight. I gave my virginity up to a boy a few years older than me. He in turn told everyone that I liked things kinky. Not just a little kinky, full blown kinky. He told everyone that I liked to be handcuffed, whipped, spanked, punished and so much more. What we did, didn't even come close to any of that. It was more like the worst pain of my life, followed by two seconds of his moaning. Now, I hear whispers in the hall about how I'm a whore and a freak.

Over the last few years, I have learned to just let all the negativity roll off my back. I want to be stronger than these assholes I go to school with. I don't know how they can be so mean and judgmental. I  guess this is life and I can't wait to graduate. I'm going to leave this town and everyone in it.

Chapter One

Casey

Sitting at the back of the art class, I watch a girl I've never seen before walk into the room. She looks scared and lost. She must be the new girl that everyone has been talking about. She doesn't look anything like the whispers in the hall said. She's beautiful. She's got a natural tan and long dark hair. I'm instantly jealous. She's everything I wish I was.

She looks around the room for a spot to sit after talking with the teacher. When her eyes meet mine, I pat the seat next to me. I see something change in her eyes. It's almost like she relieved that someone was being nice to her. I look around the room and all of the stuck up bitches were snickering and saying mean comments under their breath.

When she finally makes it to the chair next to me, I see her take a deep breath. She sits down and folds her hands in her lap. I watch her out of the corner of my eye and pull my art project out. I pull out an extra sheet of paper and push it in front of her. "Here you can have this. I'm Casey by the way." She looks over at me with a small smile. "Thank you," she whispers. "I'm Anslie." She pulls a pencil from her bag and sets it on the table. "We are drawing buildings." I say casually. She nods her head and starts to draw. I go back to work on my drawing.

Half way through class I hear Tara walking towards our table. I watch her smirk before she starts talking. "So new girl, I heard you hang out with those bikers. Do you get gang banged every night?" Her friends start to snicker. Anslie's head drops a little before she lets out a meek 'no'. She looks around the room and notices everyone is staring at her. I can see the tears start to well in her eyes. Fuck these stupid bitches. I won't let them hurt this poor new girl. I stand up and square my shoulders to face Tara. "Hey Tara, why don't you worry about yourself for once, or even your boyfriend. I heard he was fucking your best friend behind your back." I hear her gasp and look at her best friend Cindy. Cindy looks at the ground, refusing to make eye contact. Tara storms off and the rest of the girls go back to sitting in their chairs.

Anslie turns to me and throws her arms around me. "Thank you!" She says. I stand there frozen. I'm not sure what to do. I've never really had any friends. I awkwardly hug her back. "You're welcome. I know what it's like to be on their bad side, so I wanted to help." We sit back down and continue working on our projects like nothing happened.

Over the next few weeks, we continue to hang out before classes and at lunch. Last week, I learned that her dad is the president of the Wayward Saints MC here in Vegas. She told me about why she moved here and that she had four older brothers. God, that must suck. I don't think I could live with four older brothers. They don't let her out of their sight and she doesn't get to do anything. This morning, I am waiting in our normal meeting spot by her locker, when I see her get off the back of a bike. The driver looks in my direction and I swear my panties just got damp. He is hot as hell! I watch her expression as she watches him talk to her. I know if I was in her position, I would totally be the same way. The hallway is buzzing with the news of the hot biker dropping Anslie off. I just shake my head. I swear, sometimes I just wish they would mind their own business. When he pulls away, she walks up to be with a dreamy look on her face. She's got it bad!

“Gosh Anslie, way to make an entrance. Everyone is talking about that hot biker that just dropped you off.” I smirk and she just sighs. “He is pretty hot.” She says while her cheeks turn crimson. “Oh my god, you have a crush on him!” I squeal. She blushes more and ducks her head into her locker. I watch her grab all the stuff she needs for first period and we take off towards our first class.

~~*~~

Over the next few months, Anslie and I have been inseparable. We do everything together. Of course we also have one of her brothers around or the hottie Brantley. We occasionally get into trouble and Brantley has to come help us out of a jam. The night he came to save us from the football players, I knew something had happened. My best friend was the happy go lucky girl she had become while we were friends. She was always sad and never wanted to do anything. We didn't see Brantley around anymore either.

Everyday Anslie would say she was fine, but I knew she wasn't. She missed him and it was hard to see her hurting. I pulled up to Anslie's house. Walking up the steps, I ring the door bell and wait for someone to open the door. Dom lets me in the front door and I rush up to Anslie's room. When I walk in, she has her bed in a book. I jump on her bed and make her look at me. "What do you want crazy?" She giggles. I probably do look crazy. I've had a smile on my face for the last hour. "I got in!" I shriek. "We are going to Seattle!" She jumps off the bed and grabs me, pulling me into a hug. "OMG!" She yells. We dance around and laugh. We have been waiting for my letter from the school we applied to in Seattle. She already got accepted, we just had to wait to see if I was. I can't wait to leave. I am so excited to spent the next few years away from this place.

We spend the rest of the night looking at apartments and local hangouts. The excitement is just dripping off of us when her brother show up at the house. Dom is the first one to ask us what our problem was. "Why the fuck are you girls so fucking cheery?" Together, we both yell out, "we are going to Seattle!" The guys flinch and look at us like we are crazy.

We're happy, so sue us.

Dom hugs both of us and tells us he's proud. Dom is like the older brother I wish I had. He is always making sure we stay out of trouble. My brother could care less about what I do. If I told him I was going to have sex with a random dude, he would tell me go for it and have fun. If we told that to Dom, he would kill the poor bastard. I'm pretty sure that every guy is afraid to come near us after the night we were drugged at a party.

Brantley and Anslie's brothers made sure each one of those guys were in the hospital. They won't even talk to us anymore. I think it's a good thing though. I don't like any of the assholes we go to school with anyways.

~~*~~

Today's graduation and I couldn't be happier. We are days away from moving. We have been packing all week. Cason isn't too happy about us going to Seattle, but Anslie is standing tough. He had a conniption when she told him she wants to go to Oregon for school. That idea got shot down as fast as it was said. He knew why she wanted to go there, hell everyone did. He finally agreed to Seattle because it was the lesser of two evils.

Walking across stage to receive my diploma was amazing. I am finally done in this town! I can't wait to see what in store for us. College is going to be awesome. I can finally become the real me. Anslie's family hooted and holler when we both walked across stage. I was pretty sure my mom was going to faint. She looked over at the rowdy bikers and looked back at me with a disapproving look. I didn't care. She can think whatever she wanted.

After the ceremony, Anslie and I rushed to meet her family. They greeted us with hugs and flowers. I've never in my life so many people who were proud of someone. They treated Anslie like their princess. In a way, I guess she was.

After all the commotion on the day, I stayed at Anslie's, where they were holding a party in our names. We hung out and ate with the club.

The next day started our new journey and I couldn't wait.