Wayward Beginning (Wayward Saints MC Book 3) (12 page)

Chapter Twenty-Two

Three Months Later

The past few months have been the best of my life. For the first time since my parents died, I am truly happy. I never knew I could love someone as much as I love Cason. He makes me feel cherished and loved every day.

Over the last few weeks, I have spent more time at Cason’s house than my own apartment. I thought it would be weird focusing on someone other than myself, but it makes me happy. I’ve also grown to love each and every one of Cason’s kids. They are all so different, yet so similar. I can see how much the boys respect their dad.

Anslie and the twins stop by a few times a week to hang out with me and I love them. For being only four, Severye and Remington are the cutest and smartest little boys I’ve ever been around. I can’t believe what an amazing job Anslie has done raising them.

When she told me about what happened to her, I was speechless. I couldn’t imagine ever doing that to my own child. My child would only know love.

I hear the sound of Cason’s Harley pulling up to the house and a smile instantly appears on my face. The door opens and Cason walks in, shouting into his phone.

“Don’t you fucking threaten me! I will put your into the fucking ground if you ever show your face here again.” He slams his phone shut.

When he turns towards me, I can see hate in his eyes. But his expression softens. “Hey, angel,” he says, walking towards me. Pulling me into his arms, he kisses me like I hold his happiness in the palm of my hands.

“Hey, handsome,” I say when we break apart.

His phone starts to ring again and I huff out. This is the only part that I hate about him being the president of an MC. Sometimes I just wish his phone would be off for a whole day, but that will never happen. He kisses me once more, then answers it.

“Yeah?” he barks.

Still wrapped in his arms, I run my fingers down his chest, slowly moving my hands down to his belt buckle. He’s not really listening to what they are saying because his eyes are focused on what I’m doing. When I undo his jeans and start to work them down, he starts to yell at whomever is on the phone.

“You are fucking kidding me! I want you to fucking bring that bastard in. I will deal with him myself. How long ‘til you get him there?”

His tone is lethal and I pause what I’m doing. Things are about to get crazy. He hangs up and pulls me to him. “Babe, I have to go. I’ll make it up to you later.”

“You better,” I pout.

He grabs my ass and squeezes. I yelp and he laughs. “I’ll be back as soon as I can, Hen. I love you.”

On his way out, he slaps my ass and winks at me. I blow him a kiss, tell him I love him, and watch the way his ass moves as he walks out the front door.

When the door closes, I go back and sit on the couch. A few minutes later, my phone beeps with a text.

Cason:
I want you naked when I get home.

Smiling, I text back.

Me:
Can’t wait. Please hurry home.

Cason:
You know I will.

I set my phone down and think about the last two months. I never believed there was such a thing as a soul mate, but I now know that Cason is mine. I can’t wait to spend as much time as I can with him. I just hope he feels the same way.

A few hours later, I decide to turn in. He still isn’t home. I’m exhausted and all I want is to go to sleep. Maybe I’m coming down with a cold or something. I strip out of my clothes and cuddle up in the sheets that smell just like him.

As soon as I close my eyes, I drift off.

I’m startled awake when I feel the bed dip. Being too tired to even move, I just cuddle back into his strong body and take a deep breath. He smells like a mix of leather and woodsy cologne. He kisses the back of my neck, then whispers in my ear, “Mmm, I love when you do as I tell you.”

I groan as he runs his hands down my naked body. He reaches his right hand around to my pussy and spreads my lips. I grind back into him, as his left hand goes to my nipple. Tweaking it, he swirls his finger into my pussy. Feeling his naked skin against mine makes me crazy with need. I feel him line his cock up with my pussy and thrust inside.

“Oh, god,” I moan as he hits my g-spot. I can feel my orgasm building and Cason’s cock hardening. He thrusts into me a few more times until we come together.

“This pussy is mine,” he says, kissing my back and neck.

“Mmm,” I moan again.

“I’m surprised you’re in bed already, baby. You’re typically reading case files ‘til I get home.” He nuzzles his nose into my hair.

Cason’s cock slips out of me and I turn in his arms. Lying my head on his chest, he can tell how tired I am. “You feel okay?” he asks, feeling my head and cheeks.

I nod my head and snuggle into his body. “Love you,” I whisper. I can barely keep my eyes open any longer. Breathing in his scent, I drift off to sleep.

Chapter Twenty-Three

The next morning, Cason is gone before I wake up. His side of the bed is cold, so I know he’s been gone for a while. Rolling over to check my phone, I I have a new text.

Cason:
Sorry I can’t be there this morning, but I had to go on a run. I’ll be home later. Rest and feel better. I’ll call you in a little bit. Love you.

I spend the morning lying in bed, watching TV and texting Nikki. She has been trying to get me to go to some club downtown, but I haven’t felt one hundred percent lately and I’ve been exhausted. Plus, I would rather spend my time with Cason. I text her back, telling her I don’t feel well and can’t make it. Texting off and on for the next two hours, we talk about work and everything else that’s been going on.

After my conversation with Nikki, I decide on going to the office for a while to catch up on some case files. Once I get there, I see that there are a few cars in the parking lot, which is weird. No one ever works on Sunday. Most of our lawyers work from home on weekends. Once I park, I grab my bag and make my way inside. I get to my desk and get to work on reading over my new case files for this week.

After a few hours of working in silence, I jump when my phone rings. Looking down at my screen, I see the picture of Cason and me from a week ago when we went on a long weekend ride on his Harley.

“Hey, baby,” I purr into the phone.

“Hey, angel. I thought you were gonna be relaxing today?” His deep voice vibrates through the phone.

“I was, but then I remembered I had new cases to go over. Plus, I was tired of sitting in bed, doing nothing.”

“Mmm, I wish I was in bed with your right about now. I’m on my way home, so be ready for some lovin’ tonight. I want to eat your pussy all night long.” His voice drops down an octave and I want nothing more than to ride his tongue.

“As much fun as that sounds, I’m not sure what time I’ll be done here.”

“Well, baby, I can’t wait to get you naked.” I groan and wiggle in my seat. I don’t even know what to say back to him. He already has me wanting to strip down right here in my office.

“You can’t say stuff like that to me while I’m working!” I exclaim.

I hear his chuckles over the line, and I want to punch him and fuck him at the same time. “Baby, I’ll see you in a little bit. Love you.”

We say our goodbyes and I try and get back to work. I spend the next few hours taking notes and researching the case that I have to try in court on Tuesday.

Getting so caught up in my work, I don’t even realize that Sutter is standing at my door, watching me. When I finally look up, he has lust in his eyes and is watching me like a hawk.

This isn’t the first time he has tried to hit on me, but I was able to deflect him last time because there were other people around. This time, I’m not sure I’m going to be able to get away from him.

“Henley, I’m surprised to see you here on a Sunday,” he says with a grin.

I stand and try to move past him, but he grabs my arm and pushes me against the wall. The smell of his cologne makes me want to gag, but I try to keep it down. He kisses down my neck and holds me so I can’t move. I try and wiggle around to get away, but he just puts more pressure on my body to keep me in place.

As he tries to kiss me on the lips, I try as hard as I can to push him away. He is much stronger than I ever imagined. When his lips land on mine, I hear someone clear his throat. The next thing I know, Sutter is being pulled off me and Cason slams him into the opposite wall.

I gasp as his fist slams into the side of Sutter’s face over and over. When he finally speaks, all I hear is rage, “You ever fucking touch my ol’ lady again,” he says through gritted teeth, “I will fuckin’ put in you in the ground.” I watch with wide eyes as he pushes him to the ground like a rag doll.

I see my boss curled up in a ball on my office floor and I know that things are about to go from bad to worse. When Cason finally looks at me, he has a look on disgust on his face, almost like he thinks I wanted it. When I try to walk over to him, he puts his hand up, stopping me from coming closer. He shakes his head before walking back out of my office, muttering.

“Cason…,” I sob. I chase after him, but he won’t listen to anything I have to say.

When he finally looks at me, I can see heartbreak written all over his face. “I should of fucking known better. You were too fucking good to be true.”

He straddles his bike and revs the engine before taking off. I can’t help the tears that start to fall down my face as I collapse to the ground and sob. I feel like my heart has been torn to shreds and there’s nothing I can do to make the pain stop.

After sitting in the parking lot of my work for a good thirty minutes with tears running down my face, I finally get up and slowly make my way back to my office to grab my car keys and phone. Once I have my purse and everything I need, I make my way out to my car. I want to go to Cason’s, but I can’t bring myself to face him again.

He probably hates me, but I didn’t do anything wrong. I told him what had happened before, but he apparently didn’t care enough to believe me. In a daze, I drive to my apartment and walk up the steps. I don’t even remember the last time I was here. I shut the door and lock it. Making my way to my room, I collapse on my bed and slip under the covers.

I spent half the night tossing and turning. At around noon on Monday, I had two text messages.

Anslie:
Hey, what happened between you and my dad?

Nikki:
Hey, girly. Why aren’t you at work?

Ignoring them, I have the sudden urge to throw up. Running to the bathroom, I make it to the sink. When I finally feel like I can move again, I rinse out the sink and my mouth. Once I wipe my mouth and wash my hands, I make my way back to my bed, closing my eyes and trying to fall back to sleep.