Wayward Trouble (Wayward Saints MC Book 5) by K. Renee Read Free Book Online

fucking exhausted and horny. I hear her breath catch as I lean over, and pull my jeans down.  
    “You know I can help you with that,” I say eyeing her.  
    She looks down and scrambles to the bed. She gets under the covers and scoots all the way to the wall. Turning off the light, I walk back over to the bed, and scoot in.  
    “I promise I won't bite,” I say looking up at the ceiling, “Unless you want me to.”  
    I hear her breathing deepen, but she doesn't move an inch.  
    “Sugar relax! I won't do anything you don't want me to,” I state when I know that she is uncomfortable.  
    “I know. I just...” she trails off.  
    I can tell she’s afraid of something, but I’m not sure what it is. Hell, she probably just doesn't want to get mixed up with a man like me, which is understandable. It takes a lot to deal with the club, and all the shit that we throw at the women.  
    “You just what, sugar?” I rasp.
    Reaching an arm over, I rest it on her stomach. At first she tenses up, but after a few seconds, she relaxes into my touch.  
    “Jase,” she whimpers.  
    Instead of trying anything, I pull her body into mine, and rest my hand on her hip. Her exhale of breath proves that I’m making the right decision for her. If I want her, I have to go at her pace, which is definitely not what I am used to.

    I wake up to the sound of my phone buzzing on the dresser. Looking over at Wynter’s face, it makes me crave more of her. Never in my life have I ever let a women sleep in my bed unless it was for sex, and then we weren’t even sleeping. The peaceful look on her face draws me in, and grabs ahold of me.  
    Damn. I’m starting to sound like my pussy ass twin.  
    Grabbing the phone, I see that it’s Brantley. “Yeah?” I rasp out.  
    “Hey, church in fifteen. Dad just put word out,” he says like he’s been up for hours already.
    Sighing, I run my hand through my hair. “Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute. Is everyone there already?” I ask.  
    “Yeah pretty much and Dom is pissed,” he chuckles.  
    “Why the fuck is he all bent out of shape?” I question. Shit, sometimes I think Brant and Dom are more brothers than we are.
    “This shit is pulling him away from his first night with his wife,” Brant states.  
    “No fucking way. That fucker got married? When the fuck did that happen?” I ask.  
    Brant chuckles, “Last night, but don’t go tell every fucking person. They will tell everyone when they want them to know.”  
    He starts to say something else, but Wynter distracts me. Her sleepy face is watching me, and all I want to do right now is kiss her.  
    She licks her lips, and watches me intently. Fuck me.  
    “Jase,” my brother yells into the phone.  
    “Yeah man, sorry. What did you say?” I stumble.  
    I see a smile appear on Wynter’s face, and it causes me to lean closer to her.  
    “I said that you need to get your fucking head out of your ass and stop playing grab ass with this girl. We can’t fuck this shit up if it’s as bad as you think,” he grumbles.
    “I will fucker. I’ll see you in a few,” I hang up on him, and toss my phone on the dresser. I inch towards her a little more, and her breathing deepens. It’s almost like she wants it as much as I do. When our lips are less than an inch away, I look into her eyes, and see the fire burning inside them.  
    Pressing my lips to hers, I take her mouth, and own it. Her moans fill the air and as much as I want to take her right here, right now, I know I can't. For once I want to do right by a girl; no I want to do right by her.
    Pulling away from her, I catch my breath, and press my forehead to hers. “Fuck,” I mutter under my breath.
    “Wow,” she breathes, looking into my eyes. Smirking, I lay back on the pillows. Wynter looks over at me, and then lies down beside me.  
    “I didn't expect it to be like that,” she admits, covering her face with her hands.  
    I can’t help but smile at her.