Wayward Temptation (Wayward Saints MC Book 6) (21 page)

His hands go down to his jeans, but I stop him. I want to be the one to pull his jeans off of him. I gently push him back
,
and he falls against the bed on his back. I move to straddle his waist
,
and he moves so he’s leaning on his arms, watching me.
 

Sliding my body down his, I start to unbutton his jeans
,
and he lifts his ass up when I start to pull them down his legs. Getting off the bed, I tug his jeans the rest of the way down
,
and pull his boots off with them. One thing I love about Raef is that he never seems to have boxers on. His dick is already hard
,
and is laying against his belly button. Crawling back up the bed, I slowly make my way up his body
,
and pay extra attention to his throbbing dick. Gripping him in my hands, I run my tongue up the underside of his dick
,
and his hands tangle in my hair. I love that I get him worked up
,
and the grunts he’s making
,
causes my panties to get wetter than they already are.
 

Swirling my tongue around his tip, I take him in my mouth
,
and slowly slide right back up. His hands grip my hair harder
,
and he moans
,
“Fuck baby.” He starts to move his hips
,
and I let him take the lead. I was never much for giving head, but for some reason I don’t mind taking Raef into my mouth
,
any time he asks. Hell
,
I even want to do it on my own, just like I’m doing right now.
 

“Baby
,
I don’t want to come in your mouth
,
” he groans. His hand tightens in my hair
,
and he pulls my head up and off of him. The bite on my scalp feels good, and I go willingly to where he wants me. He slides my panties to the side
,
and angles his dick to my pussy. He slowly slides me down his shaft
,
and I moan at the feeling.
 

His hands slide up my body, under my shirt. Raef sits up
,
and his hands go to my hips to set the pace. Biting my lip, I tip my head back
,
as my pussy contracts around him tightly. “Fuck Raef
,
” I moan. His hands go to the edge of my shirt
,
he pulls it up and over my head
,
and tosses it on the floor. His mouth descends onto my lace-covered tit
,
and he sucks it through the material.

 
Arching my back, I push my chest into his face
,
and his lips move freely along my skin. His hand moves to my back
,
and before I know it, my bra is being slid down my arms
,
and is being tossed on the ground.
 

“You’re so fucking sexy
,
” he murmurs
,
as he leans forward nipping at my skin
,
as his mouth burns my skin with lust. Every thrust of his hips into mine brings me closer to the edge
,
and I want so badly to come. Grinding down onto him, I put my hands on his shoulder
,
and dig my nails into his skin. His groan is loud
,
and in an instant, I’m being pushed off his lap
,
and pulled into the position he wants me in.
 

On all fours, he runs his hands up and down my skin
,
before slamming into me from behind. Every thrust is rough and hard. The bed frame hits the wall
,
and I can’t help but moan out his name
,
“Oh god
,
Raef.”

He grabs my hair and wraps it around his fist
,
before tugging on it lightly. My back arches
,
and I feel myself tightening around him. “I’m going to come
,
” I whisper. It feels so damn good. Raef’s hand comes across my ass
,
and I yelp out. He starts to fuck me harder
,
and his grip on my hip tightens.
 

“Fuck baby, I’m going to come
,
” he bites out. His hips pump into me with urgency
,
and I swear I forget my own name. We come together
,
and he thrusts into me slowly
,
riding out both of our orgasms.
 

Raef collapses on me
,
and my arms give out
,
causing us to fall onto the mattress. “Oh my god
,
” I groan. My arm is now across his body
,
and he runs his fingers along the inside on my wrist.
 

“Fuck
,
” he huffs out. His phone starts to ring, but he doesn’t even bother to get up and answer it. Instead, he pulls me up the bed
,
so we are eye to eye. Wrapping my leg around his waist, I rest my cheek on his chest
,
and listen to the beating of his heart as it starts to slow. Looking up at his face, I can see that his eyes are closed.
 

My eyes scan over the tattoo’s that color his skin
,
and I can’t help but wonder what some of them mean. His back is bare
,
and I can’t help but wonder why. My fingers skim over his chest
,
and down to the rock hard abs that I can’t help but drool over.
 

His body is perfect. He’s built, but not overly. His hips are narrow
,
and he’s got a small trail of hair that leads to his perfect dick.
 

“What are you doing?” he asks with a grin.
 

When my eyes hit his face again, I can’t help but smile. He doesn’t open his eyes, but he probably knows what I’m thinking right now. “I’m admiring your body
,
” I answer, leaning down to kiss his chest. There is a rumble in his chest
,
and I can’t help but grin.
 

“Come on, you need to sleep baby.” He grabs my wandering hands
,
and puts them against his chest, under one of his own hands. “Shit’s only going to get crazier now that someone knows where you are. We are gearing up for war
,
and I need to be on my game.”
 
My body freezes at his words
,
and I’m nervous. What if something happens to one of his brothers? What if something happens to my brother?
 

I try to swallow around the lump in my throat, but I have no luck. Instead of trying to find out any answers from Raef, I close my eyes
,
and try to shut off my brain. It’s not like Raef would tell me anyways. He would probably tell me it’s club business
,
and to not worry about it.
 

Sleep doesn’t come right away, but being in Raef’s arms makes me feel safe. If I died tomorrow, at least I know that I got to spend one last night in his arms.
 

Right where I belong.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

My phone has been going off for hours
.
But I can’t bring myself to get my ass out of bed
,
and away from the girl that has her ass pressed firmly against my dick right now. Her body fits mine like she was made for me
,
and I never want to sleep without her again. Shit, I know I’m starting to sound like my fucking brothers, but I don’t even care right now. Having the right woman in my arms definitely makes this shit better, if not easier to deal with.

My hands are stained with blood, but knowing that she still wants me
,
makes things easier to swallow. Never before had I ever cared whether a bitch cared that my hands would always be dirty, but with Sailor
,
I care what she thinks. I worry that at some point she’s not going to want the man I really am
,
deep down inside. She didn’t like the man she met the first day I met her, but in reality that is who I am
,
down to my core. I’m only sweet to her and my sister. The only two woman I’ve ever gave a shit about.

My phone starts to buzz again
,
and I turn to my back and reach for the damn thing in my jeans. When I finally grab the fucking thing, I see that I missed the call. Turning the screen back on, I see that I have thirty missed calls
,
and a dozen messages.
 

Brantley:
Get the fuck down here asshole.
 

Elijah:
Come on let’s get this shit over with. We all want to go home.

Dom:
Brother or not, I’ll kill you if you don’t hurry the fuck up and stop playing grab ass. I got a wife and kid I want to get home to.

All the rest of the messages are pretty much the same
,
and I guess I can’t blame them. Rolling back over, I pull Sailor to my body
,
and kiss her neck before getting off the bed. Pulling on my jeans from yesterday, I button them before pulling on a shirt
,
and my boots. Grabbing my gun, I tuck it in the back of my jeans
,
and walk to the door.

Looking back at the girl sleeping soundly, I can’t help but grin. I don’t know how the fuck she buried herself so deep inside of my heart, but I’m glad she did. Who the fuck knows how I would be dealing with all this bullshit
,
if she hadn’t been right in the middle of it.
 

I take one last look at her
,
before I turn and walk out the door. The sheets are barely covering her tits
.
As much as I want to slide right back under those covers with her, I need to get this shit done and over with
,
so I can get her home.

Making my way down the hall, I see my old man. “Hey Pops,” I greet him. He turns and nods his head in greeting. He looks pissed
,
and I bet it has something to do with being away from Henley.
 

“We need to settle this shit in the next day or so
,
” he grumbles. Like I said, he’s pissed about being away from home. “Gunner came down from Seattle
,
and is helping out Nick while I’m here.”
 

“Is he going to be around for a while?” I question
,
as we make our way into the bar area.
 

“Yeah. Him and Casey are staying at the clubhouse until Anslie gives birth. Casey wants to spend some time with Anslie and the boys.”
 

The first guy I see is Brant
,
and I can see the pissed off expression on his face. I know he wants to get back home to my sister and nephews. “So help me God
,
if I miss my son's birth, I will kill you. I’ve already missed the twin’s birth
.
I’m not missing this one.”
 

Prez steps in between us
,
before I can even say anything back to him. I get he’s pissed that he’s here, but I’m not the one who forced him to come. My old man did.
 

“Knock off the bullshit. I won’t have my men going at each other’s throats. Anslie will be fine. She has your parents, Casey and Gunner
,
all there with her.” Brant shoots me a dirty look over my old man’s shoulder, but he doesn’t say another word.
 

Prez ushers us into church
,
and we all stand against the wall behind Prez
,
as the men start to file in and take their seats. All eyes are on us
,
and I still feel like I don’t fucking belong here. No matter what I’ve done for these assholes, it doesn’t seem to matter in their eyes. I killed one of their brothers
,
and I’m the reason their Prez is on the sidelines.
 

Butch eyes me with a questioning look, that I ignore. He’s probably worried about Sailor, but what he doesn’t know is that my old man is taking my side now. No one in my club will let anything happen to her. They won’t question Prez when he gives the order today.

The gavel slams on the table
,
and Prez looks around the room at all the faces before him. Leaning against the wall next to Dom, I wait for our father to start the meeting. “I know you guys are still pissed that we are here, but I won’t leave this shit the way it is. Shots were fired into this clubhouse
,
and we still don’t have a damn lead as to who the fuck did it. I want fucking answers
,
and I want them now
,
” he demands, slamming his hand down on the table.