Wayward Soul (14 page)

Chapter Twenty-Five

I hate that I feel like part of me is missing when I'm away from Gunner. How did this happen? I am not this girl. We stopped a few hours ago at some motel in God knows what state. I really don't want to go back to Vegas, but I don't have a choice. I trust Gunner and I know he is only sending me away to protect me. I just wish he trusted me enough to know I can keep myself safe in Seattle. It's not like I won't have him around if something happens. I wish he would tell me what is going on.

I hear my phone ringing, so I get up off the bed and run to get it out of my bag. "Hello?" I say breathlessly.

"Hey, beauty,
”
he drawls over the line. Just hearing his voice turns me on. I want nothing more than to rip all his clothes off and have my way with him. I hate being away from him.

"Hi, Gun. I thought you were ignoring me,
”
I say, pouting.

He chuckles. "Beauty, you know I wouldn't just ignore you. I was trying to get info on the person threatening you."

I get silent. "Oh,
”
is all I can say.

"Cheer up, Case. You'll be back here before you know it."

The door to the hotel opens and Dom walks in, talking on his phone. "You sharing a room?" Gunner asks, anger in his voice. I think he might be jealous.

"Yeah, why?" I ask coyly. I know his mind is probably spinning.

I hear him growl. "He better not fucking touch you."

I smile. "Chill, Gunner. He thinks of me like a little sister." He gets quiet for a moment. I didn't think sharing a room with Dom would matter. "Are you jealous, babe?" I ask, a hint of sarcasm in my voice.

"Casey
…
,
”
he growls.

I try to contain my giggles. "Baby, you should have let me stay with you because then you would get to have me all to yourself."

I hear him huff out before he whispers,
“
Beauty, I would have if I knew I could keep you protected, but I don't even know where he is or what he's planning. It's better for you to be where you are right now." He sighs and all I want to do it wrap my arms around him.

"I know, Gun,
”
I whisper.

"As soon as I get you back here, I want your lips wrapped around my cock." That gets me so turned on, a little moan slips from my mouth before I can stop it. "Are you thinking about it, beauty?" he says, lust in his voice.

Dom catches my eye and whispers that he's going go out for a while. I nod my head.
“
Baby, Dom just left. He'll be gone for a while..."

The phone beeps and I realize he hung up. I
’
m hurt he just hung up like that. Two seconds later, my phone rings again with a face-time. I see his picture pop up and I can't help but smile. I quickly strip off my sweats and t-shirt so I am only in my bra and panties when I answer. "Fuck, beauty,
”
he hisses. I smile and run my fingers down my body, stopping at my panties, which I move over a little bit. He growls and moans before telling me where he wants my hand. I spread my legs a little and run my fingertips down to my core.

"Take them off, babe,
”
he says in a hoarse whisper.

I set the phone on the dresser and prop it up so that he can see. I take a step back and slowly slide my fingers into my panties, pulling them down. I turn to the side a little so he can see exactly what he's missing. I hear a groan and his breath hitches. "Sit on the bed." I drop my panties to the floor and kick them off, then saunter to the bed and sit down with my knees closed. He growls and shakes his head at me. I lick my lips and give him just a peek at my wet pussy.

"Gun, baby, my pussy is so wet just thinking about you," I moan. His breath deepens even more and I can hear him moving around. I reach around and unhook my bra, but hold it to my chest. "Baby, it's your turn to show me something,
”
I say with a wink.

I watch him unbutton his shirt and pull it out of his jeans. I can imagine licking my way down his solid chest to his delicious abs. I grin and my eyes roam, memorizing every inch of muscle. When I get to his face, I see the smirk. He knows I'm just as affected as he is. I look down to his waist and raise my eyebrow in question. He shakes his head and motions for me to continue, but I don't budge. He will be the one to give in first.

I bite my lip and show him a little peek at my hardened nipple. I watch him adjust himself and I cover it back up. "Casey
…
,
”
he warns. I just shrug and turn around, showing him a great view of my ass. "Fuck,
”
he groans. I bend over the bed and wiggle a bit. I hear him hiss and his belt buckle clanks against the chair. "Lie down just the way you are and reach your fingers down, showing me how you want me to fuck your pussy." Just hearing his dirty talk makes me wetter than I already am.

I lie flat on the bed and let my hand caress down to my needy core. I run my fingers up and down my clit a few times before I dip them into my wet pussy. I gather some of my wetness and swirl it around my clit before dipping two fingers back inside. I ease my fingers in and out of my pussy with a fervor that almost makes it feel like he's here with me. When I look over my shoulder and I see him stroking himself, I feel my walls clamping around my fingers. Watching him jerk off while he watches me finger myself is probably the hottest thing I've ever seen before. Before I know it, my back arches, my vision gets fuzzy, and I moan out Gunner's name.

"Fuck," Gunner grunts out. "You are so fucking sexy, babe. I wish it was your pussy around my cock right now." I thrust my fingers inside myself a few more times before I come, screaming out his name. Holy shit! Fingering myself has never felt so good. "Fuck, Case!" Gunner shouts out and I see his come squirting all over his stomach, his hand still stroking his cock. I sink into the bed totally sated, but missing his embrace.

When we both get our breathing back to normal, I look over at the camera and see Gunner still staring at me, hunger in his eyes. "Gunner
…
,
”
I say, right before someone barges into his office.

"Shit,
”
he mumbles, pulling his jeans back up.

"Sorry, bro. Didn't know you were doing that in here or I
…”
The guy trails off when he sees Gunner's face.

I giggle and they both turn their attention to me on his phone, which is now on the desk. I cover myself the best I can with my hands. I watch the guy
’
s mouth open and Gunner growls out, "Get the fuck out."

The guy shakes his head and strides to the door. "Fuck, brother. If I knew she looked like that under those clothes, I would have fought you for her." He smirks, then walks out the door without another glance. I watch Gunner grab a rag off his desk and wipe his stomach off.

"I'm gonna fucking kill him,
”
he mumbles before buttoning his shirt and picking up his phone.

"Beauty, as much as I love seeing your sexy body, I need you to cover up in case Dom shows back up because I
’
d have to kill him for seeing you naked." I giggle again and he just shakes his head. "Now, beauty."

I salute him and then sashay my hips as I walk over to my bag. I hear him groan and I bend over just enough so he can see everything. "I'm gonna spank your ass so fucking hard when I see you,
”
he says with a smirk.

"Promises, promises," I say, pulling on some clothes.

Someone knocks on his office door and he yells for them to come in. "Gunner, I got some info for you,
”
I hear a shaky voice say, which catches my attention. All the guys in the club are macho and foul-mouthed, but this one isn't.

Gunner forces his attention back to me. "I'll text you later, beauty."

"Okay, Gun,
”
I say, bending over far enough so he can see down my shirt.

"Fuck,
”
he whispers hoarsely.

That's what he gets. I blow him a kiss and hit the END CALL button.

Flipping the TV on, I crawl into bed and watch it until I fall asleep.

Chapter Twenty-Six

"What do you got, Abe?" I ask, pocketing my phone. I watch his movements and something seems off. He hands me a piece of paper with a name, number, and address on it.

Jaron
Foster

3548 Miller Court

Lebanon, TN, 37087

I was hoping I never had to hear from this motherfucker again. I dismiss Abe and pull up the browser on my computer. I type in his info and read everything I can on his life. It seems as though he's kept a low profile over the years. I sort of hoped he was rotting away in a jail cell somewhere for what he did to my mom. I pull up his record and see it's clean. I knew Uncle Nick never filed anything on him because we deal with things our own way in the club, but no one else has filed anything against him, either. He must be getting better at covering his tracks.

After a few hours of research, I log out and make my way into the club. The night is wrapping up and there are people everywhere. I watch the floor for a few minutes and see Charlie standing at the door, a look of hatred in his eyes. He knows, and he's lucky I don't beat the fuck out of him for what he's been doing all this time.

My right-hand man walks up to me, looking between Charlie and I. "What's his problem, Gun?" he asks.

"I have a feeling he just found out his pretty little wife left him,
”
I laugh.

"You mean that pretty little brunette he used to parade in here, then send home while he fucked some whore in the back?" I nod, continuing to scan the room. "Fuck. She really left him?"

"Yeah. The funny thing is
…”
I pause for a moment when I see someone making their way towards us.

"Hey, boss, I'm gonna send the till with Mike tonight.
”
my night manager, Zed, says. I nod and he walks away.

"You were saying?" Keith says.

"Those kids aren't even his." He looks at me, his mouth open. "They are actually my second cousin
’
s." Keith looks at me with a confused expression. "God, man. You
’
re like a fucking bitch. You thrive on gossip."

He just laughs. "Fuck, yeah!"

"They are Brantley's boys."

He looks at me in shock. "Are you fucking with me?" I shake my head. "When the fuck did he get a piece of that ass? I swear, I tried for months to get that girl to even look at me and she always brushed me off. Fuck, I need to learn his secrets."

Laughing, I slap him on the back. "My cousin has been in love with that girl since she was sixteen. She's the daughter of the mother charter
’
s Prez. She never cheated on Charlie, either, even though she should have. She was pregnant before they got together.
”

He looks over at the fucker and I swear it's almost like Charlie knows we're talking about him. "The other day, Casey saw her with bruises on her face and she told her what he's been doing to her." Turning his attention back to me, I can see the expression on his face and I'm pretty sure Keith is about to go beat his ass.

I grab his shoulder. "It will be taken care of. The club will deal with what he did. You can count on that."

Keith just shakes his head. "If I were Brant, I would have fucking put a bullet in his head before I left.
”

I had to agree. Hell, if anyone tries to touch a hair on my beauty
’
s head, I
’
ll put a bullet in them. Clapping Keith on the shoulder, I tell him I
’
m heading home. There
’
s a certain redhead on my mind and I can
’
t shake the feeling that something is going to happen.

I pull up to my house, realizing it's eerily quiet. Just the other night, I had more people here than I knew what to do with. My house has always been my escape. No one, other than Brant, has ever been here. I definitely have never let a woman in my bed before. Shit. I need to figure out this thing with Casey before I screw it up.

Before she left, she said she loved me. How the hell can she love me? I haven
’
t done one thing that could even be considered lovable. I hurt her and I fuck her. That
’
s it. Maybe there
’
s more and I
’
m just too stupid to see it. I walk inside and take a seat on the couch. I know she
’
s probably hurt I didn
’
t tell her I loved her.
Do
I love her? Hell, I don
’
t know. I know we have this bond that tethers us together.

Hearing something behind me, I start to turn when I feel pain on the side of my head, then everything goes black.