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

his head. At least I have him on my side for this shit. If Brant is on my side, it’s typically easier to get my old man on board with this shit.  
    “I agree with Jase. I think she needs protection and our help. Hell if we don’t help her, she’ll probably end up dead somewhere,” he says looking around the table.  
    “You claimed her Jase, make sure she knows the rules and helps with this party the girls will be throwing. For now, she’s under our protection, and we will be doing some recon on her brother-in-law before we set a plan in motion.” Prez motions before slamming the gavel on the table; excusing us for the day.  
    Standing up, I grab my phone, and wait for the others to walk out before I follow them out into the bar area.  
    “You like this girl?” Brant asks from behind me.  
    Turning to face him, I see the concern written all over his face. It’s not something he shows a lot, but it’s there
    “She’s different and she needs our help,” I state looking anywhere, but at him. I can already feel him trying to figure me out, which isn’t fucking hard for him. He can always read my damn mind, and I fucking hate it.  
    “You like her,” he smirks. I shake my head, and he just laughs.  
    “You fucking do and you’ve known her what a day or two?” he wants to get knocked the fuck out.  
    “How long you know Anslie before you followed her around like a fucking puppy dog?” I sneer.
    He throws his hands up and takes a few steps back. “Trust me Jase, I’ve been there, let me help you.”  
    Sighing, I run my hand through my hair.  
    “What do we do?” I ask.
    “We figure out what she knows about his work and find out who he works with.” Fuck this can get fucking bad, real damn quick.
    “Bring her by the house tonight, and we can go over some shit. And I won’t hear Anslie bitch about me not being home.” I can’t help but smirk.  
    She just wants his ass home so her pregnant ass is sated. I thought they were bad before, now it’s like fucking ten times worse.  
    “Yeah fine we’ll come by,” I mumble and walk over to the bar. Getting a bottle of Jim Beam, I take a few swigs before making my way back to my room where the sexy little red head is asleep.
    Opening the door, I look over at the bed. The blanket is now half off her body, and I can see her pale skin. My hands itch to touch her, and I know I need to get a fucking grip. No fuck that, I need to get laid.  
    Instead of sticking around, I walk back out of my room, and go in search of one of the club whores.  
    When I finally find Cici, I drag her into the game room, and she drops to her knees without a second thought. As she undoes my jeans and pulls them down, the only thing I can think of is the fucking girl lying in my bed.  
    Cici takes me into her mouth, and sucks my dick like she’s trying to win some fucking award. Gripping her head, I thrust into her hard and fast until I can feel my balls tighten. When I imagine that I’m slamming into Wynter’s pussy, I come in Cici’s mouth.  
    She licks me clean, and I instantly feel fucking guilty as fuck. Pushing her off of me, I pull my jeans up, and make my way out of the clubhouse.  
    Sitting on the bench outside, I put my head in my hands, and just stare at the fucking ground. I hear footsteps coming towards me, and I don’t even have to look up to know it’s my old man.  
    He takes a seat next to me, and just sits there not saying a word.
    “Just say what you came here to say,” I grumble.  
    “I didn’t come to say anything. I see your upset, but I’m not really sure why son.” Looking over at him, I can see he really cares about what is running through my head.
    “What if she’s more than someone I feel like I need to save?” I ask.
    “You mean like you could see yourself with her?”  
    I nod my head, and sit back against the bench.  
    “Only you know that son. I can’t tell you how to deal with this shit. But, I can tell you that if