Wayward Temptation (Wayward Saints MC Book 6) (7 page)

She finally looks up at me when the water goes cold, and I see the regret flash across her face. Her wet body being pressed against mine, makes me wish that I didn’t decide against fucking her. Every curve matches my body flawlessly, and now I’m going to be fucking hard again with no relief.
 

Reaching around her to shut the water off, I open the door, and help her out. She doesn’t move very far from me, and it’s like she’s clinging to me as her lifeline. Grabbing a towel, I quickly dry her off, and as much of me as I can before I pick her up, and carry her to the bed. Laying her down, I tuck her in, and slide in right beside her.

Her arms wrap around me, and she buries her face into my neck. I feel her eyelashes brush against me, and I just hold her. I’ve never been much for holding a woman, but right now, I wouldn’t be anywhere other than right here with her.
 

Closing my eyes, I wait for her breathing to even out, before I fall asleep.

Waking up the next morning, I’m lying on my back, and Sailor has her leg thrown over me. Just thinking about moving her, slightly gets me fucking hard. She starts to stir, and her leg slides across my dick. I have to take a few deep breaths to keep from sinking into her.
 

Sliding out from under her, I pull on a pair of clean jeans and a tee shirt, before making my way out the door. Lying in bed with a naked Sailor for the rest of the morning, will definitely lead to way more than it fucking should.
 

When I make it into the clubhouse, I see Striker sitting at the bar with a beer in his hand. When he sees me, he gets up from his stool, and walks towards me. I know I should have anticipated his swing, but I didn’t think he was that fucking stupid.
 

His fist connects with my jaw, and I grab him by the neck, and push him into the bar. “You have a problem?” I growl. I put pressure on his neck, and I can see the anger in his eyes.
 

He pushes me off of him, and stands up to his full height. “What do you want with her? Go fuck one of the club whores if you need to get laid. Stay the hell away from her.”
 

“We’re not fucking.” He looks at me with a questioning expression, but I don’t give a fuck. “But, she was begging me to fuck her before she jumped into your bed yesterday. How does it feel to be second choice?” He launches himself at me, and I drop him to the ground with little effort. I kick him in the gut, and he sucks in a breath, and starts to cough.
 

“Come at me again, and you’ll wish I continued to stay away from her. I’ll finally take her rough and hard. She’ll never need you to fuck her again.” He covers his stomach, and I hear a gasp from behind me. When I turn around, I see Sailor watching me with a wide-eyed expression. Her eyes go between Striker and me, and part of me doesn’t feel bad at all for her hearing what I just said. She seems to think that I’m some fairy tale prince that will save her from the darkness. I’ll more than likely be the one pulling her into it.

Walking past her, I make my way to the room. I pull my jacket on before heading out to my bike. Before I can leave, I hear her calling my name. Stopping what I’m doing, I look at her, and she comes running towards me. I expect her to flip out on me, but she surprises me when she asks, “Can I go with you?”
 

Reaching out my hand, I help her on my bike, and we take off into the California heat. I didn’t really have a specific place in mind, but I doubt she cares about that. She seems like she just wants to leave. If I could do anything, that is definitely it.
 

We spend the next few hours on the road. I let her pick the turns, and we end up finding ourselves in the middle of some forest. Pulling over in a campground, I put my kickstand down. I help her off my bike, before I get off too. She grabs my hand, and practically drags me with her to who fuckin’ knows where.
 

My phone starts to ring, and I see that it’s my old man. She looks at me, and has a confused look when I don’t answer it. “What if it’s important?” she questions.
 

“I’ll call him back later,” I state. She doesn’t seem to like my answer, but she doesn’t say anything. When she finally comes to a stop, I see a bench, so I take a seat. I wait for her to come and sit next to me. Now is the perfect fucking time to ask her more about Marco, and their relationship.

“Why did you want to come with me?” I know it’s off topic of what information I really need, but I’m truly curious. I pretty much told Striker I was going to fuck her, just to piss him off. Now, she’s sitting here next to me in the middle of nowhere, like I won’t follow through with my threat.

“You can’t be any worse than the guys at the clubhouse. But I feel safe around you, and that’s something that doesn’t happen often anymore.” She doesn’t look at me, and I can tell that she’s being honest for the first time since I met her.

“Did you really expect me to just fuck you because you pretty much threw yourself at me?”
 

She gives me a smirk, and she nods her head yes, “That’s what I was hoping for.”
 

Shaking my head, I lean back against the bench, and wrap my arm around her. “You are something else Darlin’.” She looks at me, and grins.

“You act like that’s a bad thing.”
 

“Not at all.” I watch the wind blow through the trees, and I think of how to ask the information I need. Part of me would rather just sit here in the silence, but I know I have more important shit to do.
 

Chapter Eight

Sitting next to Raef, I can see that he’s more than meets the eye. He’s loyal to a fault, and he has been putting up with me for the last few nights. I know that can be a challenge, but he doesn’t seem to really mind. He probably thinks I’m a crazy bitch, and truthfully I am. I have no idea where my life is going, besides down the fucking drain, and all I really want to do is fuck him.
 

“You know I need more information right?” he finally says, after a long period of silence.
 

“Yeah, but I want to know why you hurt Striker first,” I turn to face him, and I see his lips curl into a shit-eating grin.

“You realize he loves you right?”
 

“Yeah, I’ve known him forever and –” he cuts me off before I can even finish my sentence.
 

“No darlin’, he
loves
you. Like making you his old lady, and riding off into the sunset bullshit.”
 
I shake my head no, and he just grins. “You don’t fucking see it do you?” I shake my head no. I can’t believe he thinks that. There is no way that Striker loves me like that.
 

“He can’t…” I start to panic, thinking about that.
 

“He only did that shit because he thinks I’m fucking you. That’s why he came at me earlier.” My eyes widen, and I’m fucking speechless.
 

“All because we slept together?” I’m mortified. He doesn’t even seem affected by the conversation; he just nods his head, and smirks.
 

Covering my face with my hands, I try to think of how to fix things with Striker. I never expected him to have feelings for me. I thought that he just wanted a release, like I did. Oh my god. I’m just fucking everything up more than before.
 

Raef grabs my hands, and pulls them off my face. “Don’t worry so much. Shit will die down in a few days. Just tell him how you really feel,” he suggests, like it’s not a big deal. If I tell Striker how I really feel, I’m pretty sure he will go after Raef again.

“He’ll come after you again if I told him how I felt.” This time he reacts to my statement.
 

“Why?” He doesn’t lead me to believe that what I’m about to say, is going to go over well with him. I’m pretty sure he is going to leave me here when I tell him.

I can feel my cheeks get red, even before I tell him. God, I’m going to sound like a moron, not that Raef would think anything different about me. Anyway, I am still his charity case.
 

“While I was having sex with Striker, I couldn’t get wet, and the only way I could come was by thinking about you.” My cheeks feel like they are on fire, and the tips of my ears are getting warmer by the minute. I can’t believe I just said that to him. He probably thinks I’m just desperate for his attention.

He pulls me into his lap, and I’m now straddling him on a park bench, out in the open for anyone to see. His fingers grip my ass. He pulls me down, so I have to sit on him. He runs his fingers down my chest, and he stops right at the top of my jeans.
 

“Striker doesn’t get you hot?” Part of me doesn’t want to answer that question, and the other part of me is curious to what his question means.
 

“No,” I whisper. His hands reach around me again, and I feel them trail up my back. His fingers tangle in my hair, and he pulls my head back. He ghosts his lips along my neck, and I can feel my panties dampen. Closing my eyes, I just feel what he’s doing to me and my body because I’m sure things will go back to normal when he’s done, and all I will have left is a memory.

Before he can go any further, he rests his forehead against my chest, and blows out a breath. My hands go to the back of his head, and I hear him mutter something to himself.
 

He picks me up, lets me slide down his body, and I feel what I did to him. His dick is hard, and I know the ride back isn’t going to be comfortable. “I’m starting to think that you don’t want to fuck me for some reason, but I can’t figure it out.”
 

He cups my cheek, and he looks into my eyes. “You have no fucking clue how bad I want you right now, but I won’t cross the line with you. Getting involved will break my focus on what is important, and I can’t risk it.”

“I understand,” I whisper, even though I don’t. He acts like he cares one minute, and then the next he acts like I’m just another piece of ass. Closing my eyes, I try not to let this affect me. Raef and I will never be more than friends, even if I want him more than my next breath.
 

Without another word, we make our way back to his bike, and take off towards the clubhouse. The whole way back I can’t help but think about what he said. Am I distracting him from doing his job, and am I just making things harder for him here?