Wayward Soul (3 page)

Chapter Four

Over the last few months, I have been renovating and getting Black ready to open. The renovation has pretty much taken over my life. I spend most of my days at Black, and my nights at the house.

I hear the rumble of a bike coming up my driveway, so I walk over and look out the blinds. Brantley. I haven't heard from this fucker in a few days. I wonder what he's doing here. The door swings open and my cousin walks in like he owns the place. I wasn't expecting this motherfucker at my house anytime soon, so I wonder what the fuck is up. "Hey, cousin,
”
he drawls out. I nod in his direction. At least he looks better than the last time I saw him.

When he first left for Oregon, he was a mess. He was heartbroken about leaving his girl. Too bad he never really
had
the girl. Prez
’
s daughter is off limits. We all knew that, but he didn't listen.

"Hey, fucker. What are you doing here, brother?" I ask, my eyebrow raised.

He grins. "I came here to check out the new club. It
’
s opening night, right? Plus, I have a few days off and needed to get away from that clingy bitch. She's talking about marriage and shit. I'm so over it,
”
he says with a huff. I start to laugh. He never learns. In his heart, he wants the one girl he can
’
t have, then finds the crazy bitches who won't leave him alone.

“
Let me get dressed, then we can head on over."

I head to my room and shower, dressing in some nicer jeans and a black button-up shirt. I gel my dirty blonde hair into a messy look that all the girls love. I spray some cologne before making my way to the living room.

I sit on the couch and pull my boots on, looking at Brantley sitting there, messing with his phone. I catch a glimpse of what he's looking at. Fuck, he's whipped. He didn't even get that bitch
’
s pussy, but he can't get over her. When he looks up at me, I nod towards the door.

Without saying anything else, we make our way out the door and to our bikes.

Tonight is opening night at Black. It
’
s not even eight o
’
clock yet and it
’
s packed, inside and out. I didn't expect there to be this many people wanting to get into this place. The line is around the block, and there are sexy women everywhere. This night is going to be epic. I got my wingman next to me, and we are definitely going to get laid. The girls at the front of the line are watching us as we walk towards the door. The bouncers nod, letting us in without a word.

When we get inside, I look around at all the work I have done to this place. It looks fantastic. The dark colors were a good choice.

The dance floor is full, and the bass is pounding so loud, I can
’
t hear myself think. I keep running through the reasons Brantley showed up tonight but, after a few minutes, I decide I don't really care. He
’
s a grown man and can make his own decisions, even if I think he
’
s a moron for letting the girl go if he really wanted a life with her.

We walk upstairs and go to the control room. I have a few security men up here, watching the cameras. If they see anything shady, they call down to the guys on the floor to handle it. Brantley leans in to look closer at a monitor. His face pales. "Have you seen Anslie in town?" he asks, looking like he's seen a ghost.

I just smile at him. "Yeah, brother. The charter has to ensure she's protected while she
’
s down here."

"Why the fuck didn't you tell me?" he roars.

I just shake my head. "Are you fucking serious? You guys are supposed to stay away from each other."

"Fuck you, man. You
’
re supposed to be on my side. You know how I feel about her. Was she here last time I was in town?"

"Yeah. She's been here since she graduated. I think they got here a few days later, but I
’
m not sure.
”

"Fuck!" he yells.

I look back at the monitor while Brant paces the floor. I know he's going to talk to her. The cameras show that Anslie and her friend are on the dance floor. I hear the door slam and, a few minutes later, I see Brantley on the monitor striding towards Anslie. I watch her friend walk to the bar with some preppy asshole douchebag wearing a polo shirt and some khakis. Who the fuck wears a polo and khakis? His hand slides down to her waist and I want to fucking deck the bastard.

What the fuck? I've never had these thoughts about a chick before. Why the fuck should I care who that girl is dancing with?

I walk downstairs to the club, catching sight of the beautiful redhead again. Her body is perfect and I want to be the one with my arms wrapped around her. I watch her for a while longer, my dick aching to be inside her. Fuck!

Turning, I see Brant pulling Anslie towards the door, and I shake my head. I hope he knows what he's doing.

I watch the redhead a little longer before I hear that there is a commotion going on outside. Making my way towards the door, I see Brant trading punches with one of my bouncers.

Striding up to them, I grab them both by the collar. "What the fuck is going on out here?" I shout.

Charlie turns his attention towards me, blood dripping down his face. I think he has a broken cheekbone but, knowing Brantley, he could have more. Seeing as he flips out if anyone says anything bad to or about Anslie, I guess I
’
m not surprised.

"Gunner, your employee doesn't know how to treat a lady. As part owner of this club, I suggest you look for someone new to take his place."

I watch the anger in his face, then look at Charlie. "Go home. You
’
re done for the night. You ever disrespect a women again, I
’
ll let my cousin beat your ass. I'm sure his prez wouldn
’
t like to know someone is talking bad about his little girl."

I turn to Anslie. "Sorry about that, babe. Whenever you want to come back, let me know. I'll let you in for free, drinks on the house."

Anslie looks between Brant and I, a shocked expression on her face.
"Okay...," she stumbles, smiling shyly.

She is the total opposite of her friend inside the club. Don't get me wrong. Anslie is hot, but in an innocent kind of way. Kind of like the “girl next door”. If she wasn't claimed by my cousin, I wouldn't mind getting a piece of that.

"Come on, doll. Let
’
s get you home,
”
Brant says. I just shake my head and walk back into the club, following Charlie.

Once we are inside, I tell Charlie to go wait in my office. I watch him walk off, then I scan the room, my eyes finding her. She is swaying her hips to the music, that preppy douche
’
s hands still all over her. I take a deep breath and make my way to my office.

I walk in and shut the door, causing Charlie's head to snap up. Watching him closely, I walk around the desk to my chair.

"What happened outside?" I ask. He nervously looks around the room. When his eyes reach mine, he pauses a second. "And don't lie to me. It will only make things worse." I can see him shaking a little. Why are men such pussies nowadays? Every single guy working for me is a fucking pussy. You get on their asses and they cower down to you. It
’
s pathetic.

"I just said something about that girl and he didn't like it."

Of course he did. I would think this asshole was smart enough to not run his mouth to a fucking biker. Bouncers always think they are bad asses
…
until we put them in line. "He's not someone you want to piss off. He doesn't take it too well when people talk bad about his girl. Don't do it again." He just nods and keeps his eyes down. "Go home and come back tomorrow. Just stay away from both of them."

"Okay, boss,
”
he replies before getting out of his chair and making his way to the door.

After he leaves, I walk back to the security room and check the monitors for the redhead. She's nowhere to be found. She must have gone home with that guy. Fuck. I need to get laid. Grabbing my jacket form my office, I make my way down the stairs and out the door to my bike.

I head back to the house. There
’
s always a willing whore there to suck my cock.

Chapter Five

I still can't believe Brantley was at the same club we were last night. What are the odds? After begging Anslie to go to the club with me every night, he
’
s there the one night she decides to.

We decide on doing a girls
’
night tonight, even though I know she rather be banging that Brantley. We are going to Saraphine, the next town over. I shower and blow dry my hair. After adding some curls, I add minimal makeup and apply some gloss. I pull on my favorite dark blue bandage dress and a pair of black slingbacks. I add some black bracelets and grab my bag.

I walk out of my room and head for the kitchen. I grab a water from the fridge, then wait for Anslie to come out of her room. I swear that girl takes forever.

After her night with Brant, she must be taking longer to get ready. I
’
m glad I slept at that guy
’
s house and not ours. Who knows what I might have heard?

When she finally makes an appearance, I check out her outfit. "Great minds think alike!" I say, wiggling my eyebrows.

"Hell, yeah! We look hot!" she laughs, grabbing her clutch.

"Oh, my god, bitch! I forgot. I heard Brant punched Charlie last night! What the fuck was that about?" I stare at her with a smirk and a knowing look. I want details and I want them now.

”
Charlie pretty much called me a
‘
biker whore
’
and said he should have fucked me when I showed up. You know how Brant is..."

I can't tell how she
’
s feeling about him being here. "Is he here for good?
”

Her faces changes. She shakes her head and sighs. "No. He
’
s only here for a couple days..."

I look at her in shock. "Then why aren't you fucking him right now?
”

“
He has club business tonight. He wanted to come over in the morning, but I said we would be out for girls
’
night, so we can meet up later.
”

Is she crazy? If I were her, I would be climbing that man like a fucking spider monkey. Hell, we wouldn't even leave the bed until he had to leave and go back to Oregon.

"Please tell me you
’
re not gonna let him leave without getting off at least a dozen more times.
”

She laughs and just winks at me. She
’
s not giving me any details on purpose. I would be screaming it from the rooftops. The man drips sex from his pores and I wouldn
’
t let him out of bed unless someone was dying. Hell, I
’
m not sure I
’
d let him up even then.

We pull up to Saraphine and make our way to the front of the line. After I show a little cleavage, the bouncers let us in and we head straight for the bar. We order jack and cokes and sip them while watching everybody. When we finish our drinks, we make our way to the crowded dance floor and let the beat take over our bodies. The next few hours are spent dancing, making trips to the bar, and laughing like we used to back in Vegas.

All of a sudden, I get the feeling like I'm being watched. When a guy grabs Anslie and starts dancing with her, I can see her whole body tense up. She tries to pull away from the creep, but he keeps pulling her back to him. He whispers something in her ear and she stops fighting.

When I start to walk over to them, someone grabs me and pulls me back. "Stay with Gunner!
”
Brant yells over the music. I nod and watch Brantley walk over to Anslie and the creep.

Feeling a hand on my waist, I turn and come face-to-face with the sexy biker I've been thinking about nonstop since I last saw him in front of Black. He smirks and leans into my body, causing me to get chills. "Hi, beautiful. I don't think we've been properly introduced. I'm Gunner." I can feel his breath on my skin and my body starts to react.

"Hi, handsome. I'm Casey." His face brakes out into a wide grin and he turns his attention back to Brantley.

I turn just in time to see Brant punch the creep. On his way to the ground, I watch the guy grab Anslie, pulling her down with him. I scream Anslie's name as Gunner rushes to her. I watch Brant pull her up, Gunner kicking the guy in the stomach a few times. The bouncers make their way towards the guys and tell them they need to leave.

I watch Brantley say something to them, grab Anslie's hand, and walk her over to me. Gunner and Brantley lead us out of the club and, as soon as we are out the door, Brantley checks Anslie over. They really are cute together.

I can feel Gunner's eyes on me and it causes my body to hum with need. Once Brant is satisfied Anslie is okay, he kisses her. I start to giggle and yell out, "About damn time!"

Suddenly, Gunner pulls me into his body, causing me to break out in goosebumps. His nose brushes against my neck and he whispers, "Fuck, you got my dick hard as a fucking rock right now." Then he grinds his hips into mine, making me moan quietly. "Are your panties wet for me?" he growls in my ear.

"Yes,
”
I whisper hoarsely.

"Good, beauty. You and I are going to have a long night."

I can
’
t even answer. He winks at me and lets me go. I watch him strut over to his bike and straddle it. In a daze, I walk over to the car with Anslie and drive us back to the apartment.

During the entire ride, my body is humming. I can barely contain myself. I have never before felt this much excitement or need in my life.

To break the silence, I say the first thing that comes to mind, "Damn, Ans. If he wasn't yours, I would totally fuck him right now. He is so fucking sexy." As sexy as I think Brant is, I would still rather have Gunner be the man in my bed. Don
’
t get me wrong. I
’
m sure Brant can rock my world, but he doesn
’
t get my panties wet with just his words like Gunner does.

When I finally pull up to the apartment, Gunner comes straight for my car door and opens it for me. I smile at him, then grab his hand, leading him inside and straight to my bedroom. Once the door is closed, he pulls me into his arms and roughly kisses me. I moan into his mouth, running my hands down his sides, then back up to his chest. Slowly, I pull off his cut, breaking our kiss. One thing I learned from hanging out with Anslie and her brothers is that you never disrespect the cut. They represent them and their club. By looking at their cuts, you learn what club they belong to and where they rank. I fold it and set it on the chair in the corner of the room.

When I walk back over to him, I notice the look on his face. It is a cross between awe and surprise. His eyes meet mine before pulling me back against his body. His hands reach up into my hair, tangling his fingers around the stands. He gives it a tug and I open my mouth for him, our tongues dancing together. Backing me towards the bed, he lays me down. Leaning over me, he runs his fingertips down my body, slowly inching my dress above my hips. His fingers gently glide up my thigh until he barely touches my blue silk thong.

He sits down on the bed and pulls me up to straddle him, his erection throbbing against my wet panties. Reaching my hands inside his shirt, I can feel how solid he is. I unbutton his shirt and pull it down his muscular arms. His hands grip the bottom of my dress, tugging it up and over my head. Groaning in appreciation, his eyes take in my body. I lean down and kiss him roughly, my hands wandering down his chest and landing on his belt. I undo it quickly and unbutton his jeans, tugging them a bit to let him know what I want. He rises up a little and I push them over his hips. He rubs me up and down his length and I wiggle my hips.

He starts to chuckle, but doesn't stop me. He turns and moves us both up the mattress. "Beauty, you got anything to play with?" I smirk. What girl doesn't have a toy? Maybe Anslie, but I will make sure she gets one soon!

I nod and, with a shy smile, point to the drawer on the other side of my bed. He grins and walks over to the drawer. Watching the way his ass flexes when he walks, I just about come undone. His back is broad and toned, and I want nothing more than to lick it.

I watch him pull out my bright pink vibrator and some lube. He also finds my mini bullet and brings everything back to the bed with him. I look at him with one eyebrow raised and he just smirks. Taking the mini bullet, he gets down on his knees. Kissing up my thighs, he pulls me closer to the edge of the bed. Slowly, he rubs the mini bullet over my panties, then pushes my panties to the side and turns it on. He slides it into my core and I can't help the moan that comes out. His fingers are rubbing my nub, making me wetter by the minute.

Kissing his way down my stomach, I almost buck off the bed when his mouth lands on my throbbing clit. The way his tongue thrusts inside me, combined with the vibrating bullet, makes me come apart. I moan out his name as my body shudders. Holy fuck. That was the best orgasm I have ever had.

I look down at him and see him licking his lips, smirking at me. My god, this man is so fucking hot. His dirty blonde hair is messy, and his arms and chest are covered in colorful ink.

He
’
s still holding the vibrating bullet in me and my body is starting to creep closer to the edge again. I wiggle around and he presses his body against mine. "Fuck, beauty. You coming is the sexiest thing I have ever seen.
”

I kiss him and rub my throbbing pussy against his hard cock. I have never wanted someone inside of me like I want him. He groans and thrusts into me without warning. "Fuck,
”
I bite out.

He pounds into my body, hitting my g-spot over and over. I hear someone knock on the door, then walk right in. I can't even concentrate on who is in the room with us. I try to cover myself a little, but Gunner just fucks me harder. I moan and he pulls out, flipping me over. I hear Gunner talking to Brantley as he thrusts back into my soaking wet core. He smacks my ass and grunts before reaching over me, tossing something at Brantley.

He walks out of the room and Gunner continues to ram into my soaking wet pussy, his balls smacking my ass with every thrust. His fingers dig into my hips, and his body starts to shudder. He reaches down and rubs my clit until I explode around his cock. A few thrusts later, he
’
s coming inside of me.