Wayward Temptation (Wayward Saints MC Book 6) by K. Renee Read Free Book Online Page A

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?
    By the time we pull into the clubhouse parking lot, its dark, and there is a party in full swing. Raef helps me off the bike. He grabs my hand, and leads me inside. As soon as the women see Raef, they are practically drooling over him. He’s fresh meat to them, and I’m sure they all want to take a ride with him. Hell, I want to take a ride with him too.  
    He wraps his arm around me and winks, before leading me towards the bar. He orders a beer, and asks me if I want anything. Declining, I try not to think about all the alcohol I drank last night. My stomach still hurts, and I know that if I start drinking again, I will end up getting sick.  
    We spend most of the night hanging out, and talking with the brothers. I can feel Striker watching me, but he never comes up to me. Every time Raef goes to get up, or I go and get him another beer, the bitches flock to him, and try to take him to bed.  
    I can feel my jealously rear its ugly head, but I have to remind myself that he isn’t mine, and he never will be. I want so badly for it to be true, but he’s only here for one reason. I know that I won’t be the girl to change his mind.  
    When this skanky bitch comes and sits on his lap, I can’t help but get jealous. Every ounce of me wants to pull her off his lap by her fake ass extensions. Instead of doing anything, I get up from my chair, and make my way back to the room. I can’t handle being in the same room as all these whores, and I know I’m going to do something that I regret, if I stick around. Well, I probably won’t regret it, but Raef might not like me ruining his chances of getting laid.
    Before I can open the door, I hear footsteps behind me. When I turn around, I see Striker standing a few feet away in the shadows. Facing him, I wait for him to say whatever it is he wants to say. When he steps out of the shadows, I see that he has a mark on his neck. I can only imagine that it’s from the incident with Raef this morning.  
    “You follow him around like a lost puppy. Don’t you fucking see that he doesn’t give a shit about you Sailor?” His voice sounds pained, and I know he’s only looking out for me.