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

walk in there, and kiss her cheek. “Thanks for letting us crash here.” She waves me off. “Breakfast is almost ready if you want to get Wynter up.” She hands me two cups of coffee, and shoos me out of the kitchen.  
    I walk down the hall towards the bedroom we’re staying in and open the door quietly. Wynter’s eyes are still closed. So I set the cups down, lie down next to her, and kiss her neck.  
    She starts to stir, and I place another kiss to her neck. Her hands grip my arm that’s wrapped around her, and she rubs her ass against me. My dick hardens, and I need to fucking get control.  
    “Breakfast,” I whisper against her temple. She blinks her eyes open, and a small smile appears on her lips.  
    “What?” I ask grinning at her. She runs her fingers down the side of my face.  
    “Thank you for everything,” her voice is soft, and for the first time since I met here, she has a genuine smile on her face. It isn’t a big one, but I’ll take what I can get right now.  
    Leaning over, I grab a cup, and hand it to her. “Here, Anslie told me to bring this to you.”  
    I reach over and grab my cup, and take a drink before putting it back. Her stomach starts to growl, and her eyes widen.  
    I grab the cup from her, and help her up. “Come on. Let’s get you some breakfast.”  
    When the blanket falls down her body, I run my eyes over her body, and I can’t help but groan. Fucking hell. Her fucking body is to die for, and as much as I want her under me, I just grab my cup and make my way out into the hall. If I don’t then, there is no way I’ll be letting her up to get breakfast. I would be feasting on her body for breakfast instead.  
    When I come back into the living room, Brant has a smirk on his face. I want to go over there and knock it off his cocky face, but I refrain. Instead I walk over to the table, and take a seat.  
    Anslie walks over to me and hands me a plate, and then sets the twin’s plates down at their seats.  
    “Is Wynter joining us?” she asks sweetly. I nod my head, but don’t look up. Brant takes the seat across from me, and Anslie brings him a plate.  
    Looking over at the twins, I see them silently eating their food and watching us. When Wynter finally comes out of the room, I see Anslie set a plate for her next to me, and then takes seat next to Brant.
    I pat the seat next to me, and she comes to sit down. Just as she’s about to take a bite of her food, Sev asks, “Unky is her yous irlfend?”
    She starts to choke, and I pat her back. “Yeah Sev, she is.” He nods his head after thinking it over, and then Remy says, “I wike her.”  
    This time Brant and Anslie can’t help but laugh.  
    Leaning to Wynter, I whisper, “Looks like I have some competition.”  

Chapter Thirteen

    Sitting at the table with everyone else is a strange feeling. I haven’t sat at a table with other people in months. When one of the twins asked if I was Jase’s girlfriend, I almost choked on my toast. I didn’t expect that question at all.  
    Feeling his eyes on me, I know he’s about to say something. He whispers in my ear about having competition, and I can’t help but laugh at him.
    “I think I’d take that adorable little boy over you any day.” Anslie and Brantley both bust up laughing, and one of the twins gets a big smile on his face.  
    “Her wike me beter unky,” he exclaims.  
    Jase mutters something under his breath, puts his hand on my thigh, letting his fingers trail up and under my shorts, causing me to gasp. Brantley gives us a knowing look, but doesn’t say anything. When his fingers make contact with my panties, I can’t help but squirm in my seat.  
    Jase leans over again, and kisses right below my ear. “You sure you want that little boy over me?” his breath tickles my neck, and he slips his finger under my panties.  
    I try and keep as straight faced as I can, but it’s no use. “I changed my mind,” I whisper. He gets a