Wayward Valentine: Book 1.5 (4 page)

Chapter Six

One week ago

I walk into the clubhouse, and look around the room. I'm on a mission, so I search the room for at least one Davoli. I finally find Dom and Robbie in the game room.

"Hey fuckers, where's Prez?" Dom just smirks.

"Why? You gonna tell him you knocked up his daughter again?" he asks, laughing.

Yeah, real fucking funny. Anslie had to keep her old man from putting a bullet in me. To say he was pissed that I knocked her up again, was an understatement. Now, I think we are on good terms. He doesn't threaten to kill me every time I see him so that’s a start.

"Naw, I have something else I want to talk to him about." Robbie spits out his beer, choking on it. Dom smacks him on the back a few times before Robbie can finally get it out.

"Oh fuck! You're gonna do it, aren't you?" he asks.

Dom looks between us, and then I see the light finally click on. "Shit. It's nice fucking knowing you, brother," he says, while pointing his old man out. Bentley and Raef both come strolling up, as I get ready to walk off.

“What's going on, boys?" Raef asks.

"We're gonna take bets on if Dad's gonna shoot B tonight," Robbie states with a laugh.

Fuckers.

"Why we betting on that? He couldn't have knocked her up again. They just had a fucking kid." Bentley says, confused.

Dom hits him in the back of the head and says, "No, you fucking moron. He's gonna ask dad to marry her. And I want a front row seat."

I swear, sometimes I hate these fuckers. I hear all of them start to laugh.

"Yeah, yeah, assholes. Laugh it up. I love your sister and the boys. There is nothing that's gonna stop me from making her mine permanently."

This causes them to laugh even more. Fuck this. I'm just gonna get it fucking over with so I can go home to my girl.

I flip them off, and walk over to where Prez is leaning against the bar, talking to a club whore.

When I reach him, he motions to the bitch to get lost. "What can I do for you, son?" he asks, eyeing me.

"I wanted to talk to you about something."

He looks at me for a second before he motions for me to continue.

"You know I love Anslie and the boys more than anyth..." He cuts me off before I can even get it out.

"Are you ever gonna hurt her again?" he questions, with a deadly look.

"Prez, you and I both know that I will probably piss her off more than once, but I will never let her leave, or let her raise my sons with another man. She's been mine since that day I saw her in the clubhouse yard at the barbecue when she was just sixteen."

I watch his reaction, and it's one I don't expect.

"I'm glad you finally get it, Brantley. I've known since the beginning that you two would disobey the rules. I know that I tried to keep you apart for all those years, but I was only looking out for my daughter. I see the way she looks at you; it's the same way the boys
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mother looked at me. If you fucking hurt her again, I won't hesitate on putting you in the ground. Father to my grandsons or not, you had better treat her the way she deserves. I'm done meddling in your lives, unless I need to." 

I can't help but smile. I would be the same way with my own daughter.

"Don't worry. Prez, I treat her like the princess she is."

He just nods his head at my statement. I wonder which brother lost the bet.

"What the fuck is their problem?" he asks, motioning to his sons behind me.

"Oh, those bastards were taking bets on how this conversation would go. I'm assuming that Raef is the only one who guessed right." I say with a smirk.

"So I should have shot you this time... Maybe next time you tell me my daughter is knocked up will be the day."

My old man walks up just as Prez says that he should have shot me.

"Whoa, can you try to not shoot my oldest son, Cason? His mother would be pissed that I let it happen."

He says with a smirk. Asshole.

"Awe, come on, Nick. Your boy wants to marry my daughter. I think getting shot for what he has put her through over the years would be a cake walk."

He grins like the cat that got the canary. I know it's the truth, but it's a low blow.

"Well, I remember him already taking a bullet for that girl once. So, let's try to keep his mother happy by not going through it again for a while."

Prez just laughs.

"So kid, you finally pulling your head out of your ass and making her yours?" my dad asks with a smirk on his face.

"Yeah, pops. I'm not letting her get away now," I state.

"Shit, three kids later, you had better keep that girl around. She's probably the only one who can put up with you now," he replies with a shit-eating grin.

"Keep talking shit. I'm going home to my girl and my sons. Maybe I'll get her knocked up again, Prez." I see the smirk on his face.

I turn, and walk towards the door. Right before I walk out the door, he replies, "Not until you make her an honest woman."

I wave my hand in the air and make the ride back to my house and my family. I can’t wait to make her my wife.

Chapter Seven

We drive for a good twenty minutes before Brantley stops the truck. We are in the middle of nowhere, and I'm starting to get confused.

"Where are we?" I question, looking around at the scenery.

His smirk tells me that I'm about to find out. He gets out of the truck, and walks over to my door to help me out. He closes the door, and grabs my hand walking me to the back of the truck. Releasing the tailgate, he sets a blanket down, and spreads it out. I'm in awe of this man. Just when I think that there is no chance he’ll be sweet, he proves me wrong.

He grabs me by the waist, and pulls me to his body. He backs me up to the tailgate, and then lifts me up so I can sit on it.

"This is where I come when I need to think. No one else knows about it, except for you, beautiful. After Damien took you, I spent a lot of time here."

He takes a deep breath before he continues.

"I would come here to think about all the shit that I did wrong in my life, and every time, you were the center of that. You have always been the only fucking good thing in my life, and I left you when you needed me most. I’ve hated myself since that day. The day Dom called you from my phone, and I heard your voice again, I knew that I wanted you back. That whole day, I felt like I was missing something, and I was right. You had given birth to our sons, and I wasn't even there..."

He trails off, and looks around. He's never been so honest with me before.

"The day Casey called to say you were in trouble, it was one of the worst feelings I've ever experienced. I couldn't get to you fast enough. I love you with every ounce of me, and I don't know what I would do without you. You and the boys make my fucking world go round."

I can feel the tears start to trickle down my face. He grabs my hands, and gets down on the ground on one knee. Holy shit!

"Doll, you are the sun on the dark days. You make everything I do worth it. I would kill for you and the boys. Hell, I have and I will again. You are the only woman that I want on the back of my bike for the rest of our lives. Will you make me the happiest motherfucker alive by being my wife?"

I can't help the sob that comes out of my mouth when I see the ring. His mother has been wearing this exact ring since she married Nick - twenty-seven years ago.

I slip off the tailgate, and wrap my arms around his neck. I pepper his face with kisses, and say yes repeatedly.

He lifts me up with him, and spins us around. Our mouths are sealed with each other's as he carries me back to the tailgate.

"Doll, you just made me the happiest man in the world."

He kisses his way down my neck. He lays me back, and begins to kiss his way up my leg.

When he reaches my naked clit, he licks it from back to front. I instantly buck up, and his hands go to hold me down. As his tongue probes my pussy, his hands slide up my side, and he grabs a hold of my breasts. I moan his name, and try to get him to stop for a second. I have a better idea, but this feels so good.

"Brant," I say pulling his hair.

"Doll, stop fighting me." He says in between the strokes of his tongue.

I wiggle some more. I really want to do my idea, so I make him listen to me.

"Brant, so help me God, we will never have another kid if you don't listen for a second," I huff out.

He looks up at me, and licks his lips. Bastard.

"What doll?" I motion for him to come up on the tailgate with me.

Once he does, I make him lay down in the back of the truck.

I can see when it finally clicks for him. He motions me with his finger to come unbutton his jeans. Once I get his belt and his jeans undone, he lifts up a bit, so I can pull them down. His cock is rock hard, and sticking straight out in front of me.

I lick my lips, and I can see him staring at me with a hunger in his eyes. I spin around, and straddle his stomach. Lowering my head to his cock, I lick the tip and piercing, and I can see his hands reach up to grab my hips. I scoot back a few inches, and he pulls me to where he wants me.

As soon as his tongue brushes over my clit, I shiver. His mouth feels amazing on my body. I wrap one hand around his root, and lower my mouth back down to his cock. I run my tongue down his shaft, and massage his balls with my free hand. His groan goes straight to my core, and I can feel myself getting wetter by the minute. He spears his tongue into my core, and then he adds a finger into my pussy. He works me with his mouth and finger, and I can’t think straight. I moan around his cock, and try my best to get a rhythm going.

I can hear his chuckle as I am trying to focus on him. He sucks my clit into his mouth, and nibbles on it. Holy fuck. My body convulses, and I can see stars. He continues to thrust in and out of my pussy as I ride out my orgasm.

He did that on purpose. I know it. I’m looking at him, and I can see the smirk on his handsome face. I can’t believe that I am gonna be his wife. He crooks his finger, and motions for me to come to him. I do it without thinking twice. He could ask me to follow him to the ends of the earth, and I would be right there beside him.

“Doll, I love you more than anything, and I can’t wait to make you my wife.
”
I can’t even say anything to him. He is perfect in every sense of the word.

I smile at him, “Mmm, I like the sound of that.
”

He pulls me down on him, and I grind my pussy on his cock. He’s still hard as a rock, and I can’t wait to impale myself on it.