Wayward Son (Wayward Saints MC Book 4)

By: K. Renee

"Yo brother, I would love to stay and chat, but I need to get my girl naked and in bed. I'll get at you tomorrow," he says with a smirk.

I feel Dom's chest huff out.

"Yeah," he says before he stands up while still holding me against him. He leans into me and whispers, "you wanna go?"

I nod my head yes, because right now I want nothing more than to strip this man down and have my way with him. To hell with the consequences.

Chapter Four

The minute I laid eyes on her, I knew that there was something about her. Watching Jase hit on her made my blood boil. Never in my life have I ever been jealous of one of my brothers. Hell most of us have shared women without any care, but looking into her eyes, I knew that she was going to be my downfall.

Leading her out of the bar, I kiss her once more. Her taste is addicting and I can’t keep my hands off of her. I pull her with me to my bike, but she tries to stop me.

“My car…” she trails off, pointing to the beater Camry that’s sitting in the parking lot. You have got to be kidding me.

I’m pretty sure that car hasn’t been safe in probably the last ten years. It’s worn down and beat all to hell. Instead of starting a fight with her, I lead her to her car, and help her in. Before I close the door, I steal one more kiss from her.

“I’ll follow you,” I say.

She smiles back at me and I can feel the ice around my heart starting to melt away. For the first time, I want to be able to get to know a woman. I don’t know why, but I think she could be worth it.

I watch her start that fucking pile and I straddle my girl. Starting the engine, I let her purr for a minute before I take off after the pretty little blonde.

After two blocks, we come up to a rinky dink ass hotel that looks like it hasn’t been updated since the sixties.

Why the hell is this girl staying here? I’m pretty sure people get fucking mugged here on a daily basis.

I watch her grab her bag, and slowly get out of the car.

Maybe she’s nervous about what’s about to happen. She doesn’t look like the type of girl who is okay with the love ‘em and leave ‘em lifestyle. This girl looks too prim and proper for that.

Just yesterday that was my fucking motto. But the minute I seen Jase trying to get her under him, I knew I had to make my move. I had to stake my claim before someone else tried to.

When she finally makes it over to me, I can’t help but grin. She looks like she is giving herself a pep talk or some shit. Her hands are shaking and as much as I want fuck to her, I want to make her feel comfortable too. Shit, I’m starting to sound like a bitch.

Pulling her into my arms, I lean her back a little. Looking into her eyes, I have to see how serious she is about this. “Babe you sure about this? You don’t look like the hit it and quit it type.”

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before she gives me her answer.

“Yes. I’m sure. Please fuck me.” Who the fuck am I to say no to that? I crush my mouth onto hers and she wraps her arms around my neck. Kissing her deeply, I grab her ass and give it a good squeeze. This girl has the best ass I’ve ever had my hands on.

Breaking apart, we are both breathless, and my dick is hard as a fucking rock. “Where’s your room?” I ask not wanting to waste any more time.

If her sly smile is anything to go by, I am in for a hell of a time.

Grabbing my hand, she leads me up a staircase that looks ready to fall off at any moment. Her room is right in front of the stairs, but I’m not sure that it’s the safer option for this shit hole.

Once she unlocks the door, I spin her around and lift her small body up. Wrapping her legs around my waist, I walk her inside the room and kick the door close.

Walking over to the small ass bed, I kiss down her neck and smile at the breathy little moans that are coming out of her mouth. Laying her down, I kiss my way down her neck and collar bone to the tops of her amazing tits. Damn her rack is fucking perfect.

My hands go straight for her shirt and I pull it up and over her head.

Her mess of long blonde hair goes spilling over the side of the bed and I want nothing more than to grab a hold of it as I fuck her from behind. Shit. My dick is trying to break through my zipper, and now the only thing I can think of is fucking her from behind. She leans up on her elbows and gives me a shy smile.

All she’s got left is a barely there bra and her small shorts. Damn I’m not even sure how she got them on. Leaning over her, I kiss my way down to the button of her shorts and slowly pull them off of her. Her tiny panties leave nothing to the imagination, and I can’t wait to rip them off of her.

Grabbing the small strip of lace, I give it a good yank, and it tears instantly. Her face flushes and I can tell she’s never been with a man like me before. She must like them straight laced douche bags who only want it missionary.

I can’t wait to get her right where I want her. Grabbing her by the ankle, I pull her to me and flip her around so she is on her stomach with her feet firmly planted on the floor.

I unhook her bra and cup her tit with my left hand while my right begins stroking her clit. “Oh God.” She moans as I run my finger through her juices. I release her tit and pull my jeans down just enough.

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