Wayward Angel (7 page)

I'm the last to show up in church, and I’m surprised to see Prez is here, too. I wasn't even sure he was around - the last couple of nights he's been MIA. Maybe he's been shagging someone he doesn't want his kids to know about.

At least he's getting some. I haven't been able to fuck another woman since Anslie came waltzing into the clubhouse.

“You get a good look at who drove by my house tonight?” He demands as soon as I walk in. Dom must have already filled him in on what happened.

“No, Prez. It was too dark and I was more concerned about the girls' safety.”

Prez looks at me for a minute before he speaks again. “Thank you for getting the girls out of there before anything else happened.”

I wave him off.

“Do you think they're gonna attack us soon?” Robbie questions.

“No, I think they're still scoping us out. Word in the street is that they're trying to figure out our deals. They want to move in on our pussy business,” Prez says like this isn't a serious matter.

Raef shakes his head. “Why do they need the inside scoop on that? Anyone can open a strip club nowadays.”

Prez strokes his beard and shakes his head. “They're more curious about our girls and the clients from our side business.”

We all look around the room with shocked faces. “Side business?” I ask.

He sighs. “Sadie is a madam and runs her business through the strip club.”

Shit, this could get bad.

“So how do we protect what's ours?” One of the newer guys asks.

“We keep those bastards away from both the clubs and our families.”

That's going to be easier said than done, especially with the Raiders already sniffing around Prez’s house. After we talk strategies in case they attack, Prez calls an end to church and we all make our way out into the club, where I head to the bar for a beer. Sidney comes sauntering up, shaking her ass a little more than her normal strut. ‘‘Hey baby,” she purrs.

I just nod my head in acknowledgement.

“What do you say we go to your room and have a little party of our own?” She says as she runs her nails down my chest, stopping right above my cock.

I surprise her by saying, “Naw, I'm good, but I'm sure Eli could use a little company after our night. He needs to relax.”

I'm pretty sure that if looks could kill, I'd be ten feet under right now.

“You too good for me now that you've had a piece of that jail bait ass?” she screeches at me, and I snap.

I don't mind these bitches talking shit to me, but I won't let them talk about her. This bitch has no idea who she's dealing with. I grab her by her throat, lean into her and whisper, “You ever talk about Prez’s daughter like that again and I’ll put you in the ground.”

She scoffs and hurries to the other end of the bar as soon as I release her. Fuck me. This night can’t get any worse. I watch Sidney flirting with the other guys, and I just want to go to my room and sleep. This day has been hell.

I head back to my room for a little shut-eye. When I open the door, I find Anslie asleep on the chair that I was planning to sleep in tonight, wearing the shirt that I left her. Seeing her in just my shirt makes me want to rip it off her sexy little body and bury my dick into her tight little pussy.

I pick her up to move her to the bed, but she grabs me and holds on tight. She whispers, “I don't want to sleep with Casey, I wanna lay with you.”

Fuck me, hearing her say those words instantly gets me hard. I sit in the chair and situate her on my lap so she doesn't feel my hard-on. Her face is pressed into my chest and her hands are tightly wrapped around my waist.

I feel her breath through my t-shirt. Her body fits against mine perfectly, and I want to strip her down so fucking bad, but I stop myself from taking it any further. I have to remember she's not eighteen yet.

After a few minutes, her breathing evens out and she relaxes even further into my body. I fall asleep breathing in her scent and holding her body close to mine.

Chapter Nine

I wake up to the feeling of a warm, hard body under me. I feel like I just got hit by a bus, but the only thing that I can think about is the man underneath me. His body is hard in all the right places and I want nothing more than to get to know his body in more detail. My hand travels to feel his rock hard torso. His erection is poking me in my thigh. I open my eyes, slowly look up and see the most amazing, slate grey eyes looking down at me. He has a smirk on his face as he continues to watch me run my hands along his smooth stomach.

I blush and shiver as his hand cups my face and his thumb rubs down my jaw. “Mmm doll, you feel so good against me,” he rasps.

I lean into his hand, while his other hand is on my back, pushing me more into his body. Bringing my face up to his, I press my lips to his mouth. My body is humming from the closeness. I can feel his body heat through his thin t-shirt that I put on last night.

He licks my bottom lip and runs his tongue along my lips until I deepen the kiss. I open my mouth and his tongue slips in, probing mine. After a few seconds, we break apart, panting. He drags his mouth down my throat and to my collar bone, licking his way back up my neck.

I swear I've forgotten how to breathe. I have never had anyone kiss me senseless before, but then Brantley makes me feel a lot of things I've never felt before. His erection is even harder and he's holding me against him, while slowly moving me up and down his body.

I slide my hand down his stomach to the button of his jeans and look over to make sure Casey is still asleep before I unbutton them. Before he can stop me, I slip my hand inside. He moans quietly, my hand gripping his throbbing cock. As I start stroking up and down his huge cock, my hand slides over the piercings at the tip and along the underside. I’ve never felt one before, so I take my time exploring him and his piercings. I tug at the piercing at his tip and he moans. I keep sliding my hand up and down faster and start applying pressure every few strokes.

Brantley has his left hand in my hair and his right hand slowly making its way down my stomach. I see the need in his eyes and I gasp as his fingertips brush along my wet panties. He moves them to the side and slowly runs his finger along my slit. His middle finger slips between my wet folds and he slowly works it into my core until he's knuckle deep. He adds another finger and I can feel my orgasm starting as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of me with a steady rhythm.

I moan and squirm, while he kisses a trail down my neck to the top of my breasts. Pushing my shirt down one shoulder, the hand from my hair has moved down to my chest. He begins kneading on my breast and sucks a nipple into his mouth while moving his finger over to my other breast. Drawing circles around it, he simultaneously rubs my clit with his thumb, and my body starts to hum. The tingle in my spine is almost too painful. He whispers in my ear, “Just let go for me, doll.”

My eyes cross and my muscles cramp. I come so hard that I see stars. I've given myself pleasure before, but the pleasure Brant just gave me blows it out of the water. Holy hell. He makes my whole body come alive with just one touch.

When I come back to my senses, I shimmy down his body until I'm on my knees. I've never given head before, so I'm sure I'm going to do it wrong. But I want to make him feel as good as he just made me feel, so I pull his jeans down enough to get his cock out.

“Doll, you don't have to do this,” he protests.

“I know, I want to,” I reply. I've never wanted to go down on someone before, but I want to for him.

I slowly lick up and down his thick cock before I suck the swollen head into my mouth. My tongue brushes over his piercing and I boldly tug at it. He groans and puts his hands on my head, slowly thrusting himself in and out of my mouth. As his cock begins to swell, I add some suction with my mouth and taste his salty pre-come. I roll his balls with my free hand, giving them a slight tug. He moans and rasps out that he’s gonna come. I feel his cock swell before he empties himself into my mouth. I suck him dry before I pull my mouth off his cock.

He drags me up his body and kisses me hard. When we finally break apart, I sigh. “That was amazing.”

“Yeah, doll, I have no words for what we just did.”

I close my eyes and lean back against his hard chest. He wraps his arms around me and we fall asleep.

I wake up to a banging on my door. Thankfully, Anslie is still passed out, so I pick her up and set her on the bed with Case. I kiss her forehead and make my way to the door before whoever is out there wakes the girls up.

I open the door and come face-to-face with my old man, who's VP of the club. Cason must have caught him up on what's been happening.

“Hey pop.” I say quietly.

“Boy, let's talk outside.”

I nod my head and close the door. My dad isn't a man of many words, so I just keep quiet. When we get outside, he turns to me and asks, “What are you doing with that girl?” For a minute, I'm too stunned to answer. What does he know about me and Anslie? “Well?” he questions impatiently.

This isn't how I thought my morning would go. I just got the best blow job of my life by the sexiest girl I know, and now my dad's going to ruin it.

“Nothing, Pops,” I lie. It's the only way to keep my ass from getting beat down by her old man and the brothers. Would it be bad if they all knew how I feel about her?

“Bullshit, son. I see how you look at her. It's exactly how I look at your Momma.”

Shit.

“I don't know what to tell you, old man. You seem to have it all figured out already.”

“She's still a kid. Leave her the fuck alone. She’ll be going to college in a few months, because she deserves a better life than what you and the club can provide. She's not some club whore you can just play with.”

I just stare at him. He wants me to give her up? Is he fucking serious? I know she's not some fucking club whore. I would never treat her like one.

“Would you've given mom up if you were told to?” I sneer back at him.

He shakes his head. “This isn’t about me and your mother. This is only about you and that little girl. She's family and I won't let you fuck her over just so you can get your dick wet.”

I can't believe he thinks that's all I'm trying to do. If I just wanted to get my dick wet, I would have done it by now. I know for a fact that he wouldn't have giving my mom up.

Although I know giving up Anslie is the right thing to do for her, I'm not sure I can. “Pops, I don't think I can give her up,” I grit out.

“Boy, I'm not asking you, I'm
telling
you. Whatever is going on between you two is
done
. If it doesn't end, I’ll bring it up to club. You know the rules - just because you're my sons doesn't mean you get to break them.”

“Fine,” I growl. Fuck this. If they really want me to stay away from her, I better cut my ties now. I don't think I'll be able to if we continue the way we are.

As I'm walking away, my pop says, “Prez wants you to go to Oregon to help the club down there. You'll probably be gone a few months.”

Just my luck. They're sending me away to keep us apart. Fuck this shit.

Not bothering to reply, I walk back in my room, grab some clothes and shove them in my bags. My old man can go fuck himself. As much as it kills me to leave right row, I crank my bike and take off for Oregon. Saying goodbye to her is going to hurt like a motherfucker. It's probably best to do it while I'm gone.