Wayward Ryder (Wayward Saints MC) Page 5

  She tosses her book on the couch, and runs towards me. She jumps into my arms, and wraps her legs around me.

  Just feeling her body against mine makes me think about taking her right here, right now. As much as I want to, I want to kiss the kids goodnight too.

  Squeezing her ass, I kiss her deeply before I tap her ass to get her to release her legs.

  “Hey babe. How were things while I was gone?” I ask. Her eyes shimmer in the light, and she tells me about everything they did while I was gone.

  “Ry, Mathis has been asking me when you’d be home. He wanted to stay up until you got here, but he ended up falling asleep a few hours ago.” She gets a frown on her face, and I kiss her once more before I walk down the hall towards their rooms.

  Checking in on Harper first, I see that her blanket is off the bed, and she’s lying at some crazy ass angle. Moving her to where she doesn’t look like she’s about to break something, I pull her blanket to her chin, and kiss her goodnight.

  She moves a little, but her eyes never open. “Love you baby girl,” I whisper into the dark room.

  Making my way into Mathis’ room next, I see him sprawled out in his own weird fuckin’ way. Sitting on his bed, I move him into a comfortable position, and pull his blanket up to his chin too. “Love you little man,” I whisper.

  He stirs, and his brown eyes lock onto mine after a few seconds. “Daddy,” he mumbles. “I waited for you.”

  “I see that buddy. Momma said you were waiting up for me. Sorry I didn’t make it back early enough.” Running my hand over his hair, he gives me a small smile.

  “It’s okay Daddy. Love you.”

  “Love you too buddy. How about we do man things tomorrow and mom and sister can go do girly things?”

  He nods his head, and his eyes light up with excitement. “Okay.” He closes his eyes, and starts to fall back asleep. I kiss his hair, and make my way back out into the hallway where Ellie is standing there watching me.

  “I love you so much,” she whispers.

  “Love you more babe. You ready for me to tuck you in?” I ask with a grin. She smirks. I grab her, toss her over my shoulder, and walk straight towards our room.

  Tossing her on the bed, I show her exactly how much I’ve missed her over and over again.

  The End

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  Wayward Secret

  Book Seven

  Wayward Saints MC

  Prologue

  Growing up I've always known that I was different than my brothers. They always wanted to play cops and robbers while I rather spend time baking with my mom. Of course they would make fun of me and I hated being the different one, so every day I sucked it up and played the same things that they did.

  As we grew up, they were always talking how they were gonna grow big and strong and join the MC just like our father. He was my role model and sure I wanted to be like him. Hell, I wish I was like him. Maybe then I wouldn't have this secret. This secret has taken over my life and has eaten away at my livelihood for years.

  Being in an MC is hard enough, but keeping this secret is fucking torture. I'm afraid to tell my brothers by blood and my brothers by brotherhood because they won't understand. They are all so set in their ways that they will probably avoid me like the plague if they knew.

  Being the youngest son of the Vice President of the Wayward Saints had its pluses, but it also made me feel like I was alone. No one knew the secret I had been keeping since I was a teenager and I wasn't sure if I'd ever tell them. I wanted to tell them, but they wouldn’t understand. I barely fucking understand half the time.

  I want so bad to be like my brothers that it kills me. I tried to fuck girls all through high school to keep the suspicion off of me, but I was never able to get off. Instead I always got them off and pretended to get off. When I got older and graduated high school, I had more freedom.

  Well, I take that back. I started prospecting at the Wayward Saints. My brothers and father pushed me into it. I had limited freedom. My life revolved around being the brother’s bitch for the first year. After that, I had the freedom I was dying for.

  I love the Saints and everything they stand for. They are the extended family that I’ve grown up around and they have your back no matter what. Club whores were always everywhere and anytime one of my family members or the Davoli’s came around, those bitches were on you like white on rice. I hated their attention, but when I would turn away from them my brothers would give me a hard time.

  I hated knowing that I was different than them. I never fucked the club whores. Instead I would get on my bike and ride out until I would hit a small town outside of Las Vegas.

  As soon as the bright lights of the city disappeared behind me, I felt free.

  I didn’t have to worry about what my brothers would say. Or how disappointed my father would be if I never found myself an ole’ lady. Brantley and Jase both had fucking families now and hell so did Dominic and even my cousin Gunner was about to be a dad. Everyone was growing up around me and there were still so many things I kept hidden.

  Looking across the bed at where Spencer is sleeping, I remember the first time we met. Spencer is full of useless facts that no one should know and oddly I find that attractive. He is the total opposite of me. I’m a biker and he’s a in a special crimes unit, two opposite fucking people, one chance meeting and one hell of a ride so far.

  The day we met I knew that he was the one. He was everything that I am not and he pushed me to be a better man. He loved me for all of my flaws and never complained when I told him I couldn't tell my family about us.

  I could tell it killed him to know that we were never going to be out in the open. Shit, it killed me too. I loved him and I would do anything for him. He was the first person to see me for who I really was and not judge me. Sure my brother's would probably say that they still loved me anyways, but I know that they would judge me. They would judge my lifestyle and my relationship; I couldn't subject Spencer to that. He didn't deserve it.

  The longer we keep our secret, the guiltier I feel. Spencer deserves to have someone who loved him as freely as he loved me.

  About the Author

  K. Renee is from sunny California. Creative by nature, she decided to put her imagination on paper. During the day, she works in an office; at night, she writes. These stories have been in her head for years and are finally coming out on paper.

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  Acknowledgments

  First and foremost, I want to thank everyone for buying this book! I never thought I would be releasing one book, let alone writing a whole series. I can't wait for everyone to meet my characters and fall in love with them like I have.

  I want to thank my beta readers for giving their honest opinion about the book. Trisha, Christa, Roz, Paige, Michelle, and Tiffany… You ladies are awesome! Sorry if I missed anyone! Thank you for taking time out of your schedules to beta read for me. I can't wait for you to read about Elijah next!

  To my street team, K's Wayward Ladies… Thank you for all you do! You girls are amazing at pimping my book out to the indie world. Thank you for your support and I can't wait to see what the future brings.

  To the readers and fans… I thank each and everyone one of you who come to hang out with me during takeovers, participating in my giveaways! I hope you like this and my future books.

  -K

 

 

 
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