Wayward Temptation (Wayward Saints MC Book 6) (10 page)

“Fuck Raef,” she moans. Her fingers dig into my lower back, and she’s thrusting onto me, just as hard as I’m thrusting into her. “I’m going to come,” she whimpers, and that gets me right where she is.

“Fuck baby,” I grunt out. I feel her tighten around me, and I can’t help but come with her.
 

“Raef,” she moans, as her pussy clamps onto me, and milks my cock. Slowly thrusting into her, we both ride out our orgasms, and I rest my forehead against her chest.
 

Kissing her chest, I kick off my jeans, and I pick her up. Walking her into the bedroom, I lay her on the bed. Slowly pulling out of her, I groan, and she digs her fingers into my ass. Collapsing on the bed next to her, I keep off the back of my head, and wrap my arm around her.
 

“I didn’t expect it to be like that,” she whispers. Smirking, I turn my head to face her, and kiss her lips.
 

“If sex isn’t fucking hot, and doesn’t make your toes curl, then you’re fucking doing it wrong.” She huffs out, and tries to roll away, but I don’t let her. “Don’t worry darlin’, I’ll always make your toes curl.”

“You won’t be around forever,” she frowns, and I can see that I’m starting to mean something to her. Although I don’t like it, I don’t fight it. Right now she needs someone on her side, and I’m the only one besides Butch, and I know he can’t fucking do shit. Hell, I’m pretty sure that after earlier, she doesn’t have Striker on her side either.
 

“I probably won’t be, but I’m here now.” I run my fingers down her jaw, and pull her to me. “You wanted me, and now I’m giving you what you want.”
 

Her eyes study me for a few minutes, before she crushes her lips to mine and kisses me deeply. Rolling so I’m on top of her, I sink my hips between her legs, and she wraps them around me. Running my fingers up on of her thighs, I can’t help but think how fucking beautiful she is.
 

As much as I want to stay around her, I know that I can’t. She doesn’t deserve this lifestyle, and I sure as hell ain’t ready for an ole’ lady and shit, like the rest of those fuckers. Plus, I have a job to do, and there is no fucking way I’m letting a pussy get in the way of getting this shit done. I want to go home, and this sure as hell isn’t anything close to home.

Sliding her up the bed, I follow suit, and kiss my way up her body. Her breathy moans get my dick hard, and ready to go again. Judging by the look on her face, she wants nothing more than to go another round with me, too.
 

At least I’m staying awake.
 

Kissing her deeply, I line myself up with her pussy, and slowly sink into her. This time I take her slowly. I worship her body, taking the time to memorize every inch of her perfect fucking skin. If I remember anything from this trip, it will be that this is probably as close to the real thing as I’ll ever fucking have to love– even if I can’t admit it to myself.

Chapter Twelve

Waking up alone in the bed, I think back to last night. Just thinking about his touch makes my body come alive. No one has ever done that to me, and I’m sure that he will be the only one to ever make that happen.

Rolling over, I see the blood on the pillows, and I think back to finding him on the ground. Running my fingers on the pillowcase, I can’t believe that my own father would do something like that. What does he want with me?

A banging on the door startles me, so I grab a tee shirt and a pair of sweats from my bag, and I make my way to answer it. As soon as the door is opened, Striker pushes his way into the room, and slams the door behind him.

“Raef went to meet with our distributors. Word is, he’s leaving tonight.” I feel my stomach drop, and I try to swallow around the lump in my throat. He’s leaving.
 

“He said he wouldn’t be here forever,” I whisper. Even I can hear the sadness in my voice. My bottom lip quivers, and I see the look on Striker’s face.
 

“You know I will always be here for you.” He comes closer to me and for the first time, I don’t want it to be him that comforts me. I want Raef to, but I know that in just a few hours he will be just a memory.

Instead of worrying about him leaving, I turn and start to clean up some of the mess in the room. Leaning against the chair, I put my head down, and close my eyes. I don’t want to let Striker see me fall apart over a man who doesn’t really want me. He told me that it was never going to be more than sex, and I should have listened to him.
 

I feel Striker come up behind me. He wraps his arms around me, and pulls me back into his chest. “You’ll have me.” The tears start to fall down my cheeks, and I know that Striker will never be enough. He rests his chin on my shoulder, and I can’t help but cry. Turning in his arms, I wrap my arms around him, and he holds me like I’m the most important thing in his world. This only makes the tears come faster.
 

We don’t leave the room, but he sits with me, until I’m no longer crying. When the door opens a few hours later, I see Raef standing in the doorway.
 

“Get out,” he growls, when he looks at Striker. I hesitantly go to stand up, but he levels me with a look that says we are the ones that are going to be doing the talking. Striker goes to say something, but Raef stops him before he can even get a word out. “Get the fuck out,” he demands.

Striker looks back at me once more, before he turns and walks out towards the door. I watch him bump shoulders with Raef, and I’m afraid that Raef might hit him or something. When the door closes, Raef comes stalking towards me.
 

His hand grips the back of my neck, and he pulls me to him. Every inch of my body is tense, and when he presses himself against me, I know he can feel it. “I won’t hurt you,” he whispers, before he claims my mouth with his. The kiss is rough, and hot as hell. He picks me up, and pushes me into the wall.

“While I’m here, this pussy belongs to me. I don’t want that fucker in here ever. You get me?” His lips trail down my neck, and he pulls down the collar of my shirt so he can get access to my collarbone.
 

“Yes,” I moan. His mouth feels amazing against my skin, and I would give anything for him to fuck me right now.

His weight pushes me into the wall. He grips the bottom of my shirt, and pulls it over my head, tossing it behind him. He releases me, and spins me around, forcing me to put my hands on the wall. He pulls down my sweats, and I hear him undo his jeans. I watch him push them down enough to get his dick out, before he comes up behind me, and runs his hand over my ass before slapping it.
 

Moaning out his name, I push back into his dick, and he kisses his way up my back before slamming into me, in one hard stroke. “Raef,” his name slips from my mouth, and I hear him groan.
 

“This is going to be quick,” he rasps in my ear.
 

He pumps his hips, and every thrust hits my g-spot. It doesn’t take me long to get close, and judging by the grip he has on my hips right now, he’s close too. Bracing myself on the wall, I slam back into him, until we both come; moaning out each other’s names.
 

He pulls me up, and against his body. His kisses below my ear, and I can feel his heart beating quickly against my back.
 

As bad as I want to know if he’s leaving, I don’t want to ruin this moment between us. Sure he just fucked me like a whore, but I don’t even care right now. For these few moments, I know that I’m the only one he’s slept with since he’s been here, and that must mean something right?

He slides out of me slowly. He pulls my sweats the rest of the way off, before stripping out of his own clothes. Walking over to the bed, I watch him as he undresses, and I can’t help but get horny again.
 

“What?” he finally asks.
 

“Nothing,” I whisper. He looks over at me, and I’m sure it’s written all over my face. I was always a terrible liar, and I’m sure that it hasn’t changed over the years.

He walks over to where I’m watching him. He leans forward, and traps me against the bed. “There’s something you want to ask, just ask. I’ll be honest with you.” His eyes search mine, and I have to look away for a second, before I can get the nerve to answer him.

“You’re leaving aren’t you?” He drops most of his weight onto me, and I welcome it. I love the feeling of his body pushing me into the bed. It makes me feel like I finally have something to hold onto.

“What are you talking about?” he asks. He closes his eyes. He puts his forehead against my chest, and takes a deep breath. “Is that why he was in here?”

I nod my head slightly, and he shakes his head. “But it’s the truth right?” my voice breaks, and I’m sure he thinks I’m crazy. I can’t help that I’m starting to fall for his asshole self.

“No. It’s so far from the truth. I have a couple of runs that I have to facilitate while I’m down here. I’ll be here a few more weeks, at least. That’s where I’ve been, setting up the details of the shipments, and shit. Striker knew that,” he shakes his head, and cups my face.
 

“I wouldn’t leave without telling you.” He places a sweet kiss against my lips, and I can feel myself melt into his body.

“You promise?” I whisper against his lips.
 

“I promise you that.” He rolls us over, and I’m now straddling his naked, and oh so very sexy body.

He leans forward and brushes the hair out of my face, before claiming my mouth again. “I want to take you somewhere,” he whispers. He nips at my collarbone and my neck, before I say anything in response.
 

“Where?” I ask breathless.

“It’s a surprise,” he grins like a little kid. Seeing this side to him makes me want to throw caution to the wind, but I know that probably isn’t the best idea. I have no idea how long he will be around for, and I already know that saying goodbye to him will be the worst experience of my life.
 

“I don’t like surprises,” I pout. He pulls me down on his chest, and he runs his fingers through my hair.
 

“You’ll love this one, I promise.” Running my fingers up his sides, I feel at peace. I feel like for the first time in a very long time, I belong – even if it is only for a little while.

Chapter Thirteen