Free Wayward Trouble (Wayward Saints MC Book 5) by K. Renee Page A

about someone.
    “Probably not. She was in love with him. Maybe she just didn’t want to see it,” I sigh.  
    “What if he got greedy and that’s why Saxton killed him?” Brant wraps his arms around Anslie, and she lies back against him.  
    “Who fuckin’ knows. All I know is that she isn’t goin’ anywhere without protection. If he has enough balls to come on your property, who knows what he is capable of.”
    Brant nods his head, and his hands rub Anslie’s belly. “Do we put her on lockdown until then?”  
    “Yeah it’s probably the best for now.” I look over at the door, and see her standing there. I motion for her to come in and wrap my arm around her.  
    “Hey,” Anslie greets.  
    Wynter gives her a quiet hello before looking up at me. “What’s going on?”  
    “Brant found some information that may or may not be a shock to you,” she nods her head, and I move her behind Brant and Anslie.  
    Her eyes are glued to the screen, and I can see the tears filling them. She shakes her head a few times, before she runs out of the room.   Anslie goes to get up to follow her, but I stop her. “I got it sis.” I kiss her cheek, and punch my brother’s arm. I’ll see you guys in the morning.
    They both nod, and I turn to go find Wynter.
    Walking into the room, I see Wynter curled up in a little ball in the middle of the bed. I shut the door, and pull my shirt and jeans off. Slipping into bed, I wrap my arms around her, and pull her up the bed. She turns and buries her face into my chest.  
    “How could he lie to me like that?” she whimpers. “Shawn hated Saxton; he told me over and over that I needed to stay away from him, and everyone in his life. He was part of that life too.” Her sobs get louder, and her grip on my back is getting tighter.  
    “Sugar, he isn’t worth your tears,” I whisper against the top of her head. “If he’s that big of a fucking moron, then you didn’t need him.” She nods her head yes against my chest, and I just hold her tighter to me.  
    I hold her until she stops crying, and I hold her when she finally falls asleep four hours later. She keeps her death grip on me. I can’t imagine being anywhere but right here with her, which scares the fucking shit out of me. I don’t know how to handle being with one woman. I’ve only fucked them, and pushed their asses out the door before the next morning.  
    Knowing that I want to be the one to comfort her, I just close my eyes and try to catch some sleep. It’s gonna be a long few days.  

    The shrieks of those two little boys running down the hall cause me to open my eyes. Wynter is still asleep, and I don’t want to wake her up. She already had a rough night, and those boys are a lot to handle on no sleep. I gently release her and pull my body out of her grip. The blanket falls down, and I can see her panties. She must have changed out of her clothes at some point last night.  
    My dick hardens at the sight of her smooth skin, and I want to bury myself so far into her, that it’s fucking driving me insane. So instead of trying, I pull on my jeans, and walk out into the hallway.  
    As soon as the boys see me, they come rushing at me. “Unky Jase!” they both screech.
    I almost need to cover my ears at the sound that’s coming out of their mouth. “Shhh,” Anslie snaps. They both look over at her, and then back to me with sad expressions. I pick them both up and walk them over to the couch.  
    “What are you guys doing?” I ask looking between them. They both show me their toys, and then go to the floor to play cars and Legos. Brant walks in and sits at the other end of the couch. “Is she okay?”  
    “Yeah, I think she’ll be fine. She’s hurt, but I think she sees he ain’t worth her tears.”  
    Brant smirks, “And you are?”  
    I flip him off, and he just snickers. “Brantley stop,” Anslie says from the kitchen.  
    Whatever she is making smells fucking fantastic. Getting up, I