Wayward Beginning (Wayward Saints MC Book 3) (15 page)

Chapter Twenty-Eight

As much as my body is humming with excitement, I know there is still a threat against Henley. Now that I know she’s pregnant, there is no way she’s leaving my side. I will do everything in my power to protect her and our child. Fuck, I’m going to be a dad again!

My thoughts go to Anslie and the baby. I sure as fuck pray they are both okay. I will kill that bastard if he caused any harm to either of them. I’m also going to get Henley to stop working for the prick. I don’t want her anywhere near him and his sleazy ways. If I didn’t have to clear it through the club, he would already be a marked man. Thankfully, we have church on Friday, so I will be able to bring it up in front of the brothers.

I feel Henley’s breathing on my chest and I thank God we found each other. I know I probably don’t deserve this angel, but I will do everything in my power to keep her. I should have trusted her. I know she is nothing like Selena. Henley is caring and sweet, and she would never hurt someone just for the hell of it.

I get a text message from Anslie right before eight, asking if we made up yet. Sometimes that kid needs to mind her own damn business, but I still love her more than my last breath. I text her back, telling her everything is fine and she should be resting–not that she will listen to me. I don’t tell her about the baby yet because I want to tell everybody in person. Things are changing and I need to think about the future.

Hell, my old man would probably be rolling in his grave if he knew what I was thinking about doing. For as long as I can remember, he groomed me to take over this chair, just like I did with Dominic. Sure, he may turn it down, but I doubt it. He was born to lead this club.

I contemplate my next move. Part of me feels like I will be giving up my destiny, and the other part feels like this is the right thing to do. In eight months, I will have a new baby and over two hundred brothers to protect. The prospect of being home more makes sense, but I know I’ll miss the club and everything for which it stands.

I’m so deep in thought, I don’t even notice Henley staring at me with a smile.

“What are you thinking about, Cason?” she asks, running her fingers down my chest.

I kiss her on the forehead and stare into her beautiful violet eyes. “Just thinking about giving up my seat at the table.”

Her eyes widen, and I’m not sure if it’s a good or bad thing. “Cason, you can’t give up everything you love!”

“I’m not. Yeah, I love the club, but I was barely there for my kids while they were growing up. I don’t want to do that to this child, too.”

I watch her shake her head. I thought she would be all for me giving up my chair. The only ol’ lady who doesn’t want her man to give up his chair is one who is still young. Those bitches want to stay in power for as long as they can.

“Cason, if you give up on your club, they will all blame me. I don’t want them to hate me. They’ll think I’m ruining your life.”

I can’t help but smile. “Angel, no one will think that. Get that out of your head. The guys who have been by my side all these years will know the truth. Hell, I’m in my fifties. I could use the break.” I pull her to me and wrap my arms around her body.

She pushes me away. “No, Cason! You are not done as president. This is your life, and we can figure everything else out. I won’t let you give up something you love just because you think you need to be at home with the baby every day.”

I frown. “I was hoping I’d get to be home with
both
of you.”

“No way! I would probably want to kill you after a week!” I can’t help but laugh. “I love you and all, but you will drive me insane if I had to be with you twenty-four/seven. Just think about my sanity.” She smirks and I want nothing more than to take her again.

Seeing the look on my face, she laughs. “Don’t even think about it!”

“Oh baby, how did you know what I was thinking?”

I watch her smile. "Because that is what you're
always
thinking!" She shrieks as I playfully tackle her to the bed. I kiss her nose and bury my head into her neck. She giggles and it's like music to my ears.

"Only when I'm around you, angel,” I mumble.

"Gosh, being pregnant is so tiring already. I'm so exhausted, I don't even want to get out of bed in the morning.”

"Well, you don't have to. Just stay in bed all day. I don't want you going back to that prick’s office again anyway. We can go get your stuff, but that's it. I don't know what he's liable to do the next time." She lets out a shaky breath. I hate that he tried to hurt her, and I sure as hell won't let him put his hands on her again.

"What about my clients? I still want to represent them." She pouts, like it's going to get her what she wants. Little does she know that I have a plan.

"Babe, I'll get it figured out. Just stay home tomorrow and I'll make some calls. Plus, I am going to get the prospects to pack up your apartment. You pretty much live here, so we might as well make it official."

Her eyes widen and her mouth falls open. I smirk. "Baby, I can put that mouth to use if you don't close it."

She glares at me and I chuckle. After a punch to my gut, I pull her to my chest and she cuddles into my side.

When she is finally asleep, I hear her phone signal an incoming text. She doesn't hear it, so I don't worry about it.

I shoot off a text to Nick and ask him to look into opening a new business. Giving him all the details I have, I tell him to call me back if he needs anything else. Tomorrow, I'm going to look at buildings. I know my girl won't be able to stop being a lawyer, so I'll give her a place of her own.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

The next morning, the first thing I do when I wake up is run to the bathroom, spending the next few minutes dry heaving into the toilet. I feel Cason behind me, pulling my hair out of my face. Once I finish, he wets a washcloth and wipes my mouth and behind my neck.

He carries me back to the bed and sets me down. "You feel better?" he asks with a smirk. I want to punch his face and kiss him at the same time. Ugh, my hormones are all over the place.

I lie back in bed and pull him to me, cuddling with him for a little longer. "Hen, I have a few places I need to go. Do you want to go with me?" 

"Does it involve the club?" I ask suspiciously.

He smiles. I love when he smiles at me. I feel myself getting wet just thinking about his mouth.
Shit.
Stop thinking about sex
. "Yes and no,” he says with a grin.

Well, that’s obtuse
. Shaking my head, I tell him I'd love to go and spend the day with him.

By the look in his eyes, I know I'm in for it. He leans over my body, caging me to the bed. His eyes darken and he leans forward, pulling the t-shirt I threw on last night off. His eyes zero in on me and I can feel myself getting wetter.

He kisses a trail from my neck to my pussy, causing me to shiver. Placing kisses on my hips instantly puts me on edge. My body is humming and I want nothing more than to have his mouth on me.

The minute his mouth touches my clit, I’m a goner. He runs his tongue up and down before sucking it into his mouth and nibbling on it. I groan when his tongue spears in and out of my core. I feel my walls clenching, our moans fill the room, and I come all over his tongue. Every nerve ending is tingling and I feel hyper-sensitive. He licks one more time, then crawls up my body.

He leans down to kiss my lips, letting me taste myself. It makes me even hotter than I was ten minutes ago.

Without a word, he slams into me, shaking the whole bed. I can’t help but scream out in pleasure as he takes me rough and hard. I can feel myself again climbing higher and higher while he pounds into me, and I feel his cock start to harden. He kisses my neck and bites down hard enough for it to sting.

I cry out in pleasure and come all over his cock. He thrusts into me a few more times before he roars out his release.

“Fuck, baby,” he sighs, collapsing on top on me.

Running my hands through his messy hair, I can’t help but think about how crazy these last few months have been. I have always had a plan but, for the first time ever, I don’t and it feels great. Falling in love with a biker definitely wasn’t something I would have ever considered previously, but I can’tsee myself with anyone else now.

His hot breath on my neck gets my juices flowing again, but I’m exhausted. You would think being in his fifties would slow Cason down, but it hasn’t. If anything, he’s probably improved over the years. I’ve never had this much sex with a man my
own
age, and it definitely wasn’t this good, either.

“Mmm, baby, as much as I want to fuck you again, we need to get ready.” He rubs his stubble along my neck and I start to giggle.

Pulling me up with him, he smacks my ass and leads me into the bathroom.

Of course, showering together turned into another hot and heavy sex session, but who am I to complain. I’ve been horny as hell and Cason sure doesn’t seem to mind.

When we finally make it out of the house three hours later, Cason leads me to a red ’66 Camaro. I’ve never seen such a pretty car before. You can totally tell he treats this thing like his baby. Everything is in such pristine condition, it looks like he barely drives it. He opens my door and helps me in. Maybe chivalry isn’t dead, after all. He closes the door and struts to his side. Watching him climb in, I can’t help but smile. This car fits him, but it’s weird to see him with anything other than his Harley.

“What?” he says.

I shyly smile back. “Nothing. This car just fits you.”

Shaking his head, he laughs. “Oh, yeah? How does it fit me?”

I run my hand over the dash and turn my body towards him. “Well, first, this car is hot, just like you. And second, I bet this thing can perform for hours.”

Watching his face, I can see the lust taking over. Leaning over, he pulls me closer, staring at me like he’s ready to pounce. “Fuck, baby. We are already running late. If you say one more dirty thing like that, I won’t be responsible for what I do.” I bite my lip and he groans. “Hen, knock it off.”

I smile and run my hand down his leg. He shakes his head and turns the key. Hearing the motor purr, I can understand how cars turn guys on. Shit, I’m a girl and its turning
me
on. But, then again, a slight shift in the wind can get me fucking horny in seconds.

I rest my hand right by his crotch and smile to myself.

When we pull up to a building with a For Sale sign, I wonder why the Wayward Saints would be looking to buy a building. We get out of the car and peer inside the windows of the empty building. Looking around, I turn to him with a confused look on my face.

He smirks at me. “Henley, you still want to be a lawyer, right?”

Slowly, I nod. That’s the only career I can see myself having. It’s the only one I
want
to have.

“Well, I was thinking about buying this building so you can open your own law firm–”

Before he can finish, I tackle him and pepper kisses all over his face. I can’t believe he would do that for me. I’m shocked and speechless. What do you even say to that?. Looking at him with tears in my eyes I ask, “Are you serious, Cason?”

He grins at me and nods. “Yeah, baby, I am. It will be good to have you working for the club full-time. Plus, you can still take on any cases you want to.”

I jump up into his arms and wrap my legs around his waist. “Thank you!” I say, kissing him over and over again.

His phone starts to vibrate really close to my pussy. A huge grin crosses his face and he shifts me over a bit. Oh god…

After a few seconds, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out the phone. “Yeah, Nick.” he says, staring at me. “Great. Thanks, man. I owe you. I found the perfect place, too… Yeah. Just need to get the cash from Clay.”

I watch with great interest and rub against his waist, trying to get some friction. Noticing my struggle, he smiles and mouths,
I’ll fuck you in a minute
.

And there go my panties.

“A hundred and thirty-five.”

Oh, my god. They are talking about paying
cash
for this place? How the hell do they have that kind of money? I try not to think about it.

“Yeah, I can call the agent in about an hour. I’ll tell him I’ll get the money wired tomorrow. I’ll send Clay the info once I get it… Thanks, brother.”

He hangs up the phone and I release my legs and slide down his body. I can’t help it. The words just come tumbling out. “Are you involved in illegal activity? Is that why you want to open this place? Do you want me to work for the club so I can bail your stupid asses out of jail every time something goes wrong? If you didn’t realize, I’m against illegal things. Heck, I don’t even steal someone else’s food at work.”

He stares at me for a minute before he answers, “Hen, we do illegal things in a very small capacity. Many MC’s get caught because they get greedy. We do it to keep up relations.”

When I start to say something, he puts his finger to my lips. “Before you go all crazy, ninety-five percent of our businesses are legit. We only use legal money to purchase anything. We have to do the illegal shit to keep our street cred.”

Looking into his eyes, I can see he means everything he’s saying. “Can you go to prison?” I ask. I don’t know if I can deal with him being away from me.

“Yeah, baby. Anything can happen, but I have the best and hottest lawyer in town on my side. I know she wouldn’t let them put me away…unless I really pissed her off,” he says with a grin.

He pulls me to him and runs a finger along my jaw. “Baby, I wouldn’t do anything to get put away. I do everything in my power to ensure my men and I don’t get into trouble with the law. I won’t put you in that position unless it is totally necessary.”

“You mean like if your ex tries to take Brantley down?” I ask. I already know the answer. He said he would kill her, but I don’t know how I feel about it.

“Hen, if I had to kill her, I would. Club or not, I would take that bitch down if she hurt anyone in my family. Just like I won’t hesitate to put a bullet in anyone who hurt you or any of my kids, including this little peanut.” He smiles, resting his hand on my stomach.

“What if someone tries to shoot you?” I ask.

“Babe, every day I leave the house I could die. It’s part of life. Don’t think that I would ever leave you and my kids unprotected. None of you will ever want or need for anything.”

I’m shocked. How and when did he have the time to set something like that up? I know Cason and the Wayward Saints go through Sutter’s law office for everything. How could he possibly make those changes without speaking to someone over there?

“I can see the wheels in your head turning. I did it before things went to shit. I knew I wanted you in my life and I knew you wanted a baby, so I made the paperwork happen. Hell, even if we didn’t work out, I would have left it that way. You deserve the fucking world. Even if you didn’t want me, I would make sure you were able to have everything you ever dreamed of.” He kisses my lips. I think I can get used to this crazy, scary lifestyle. I would rather have him this way than not at all.