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

 
    “Aren’t you doing the same exact thing?” He flinches at my words. I know it’s a low blow, but it’s time I make things right between us. For years, I’ve always run back to him when everything else blew up in my face, and the last time was no different.
    “I love you Sailor. I always have,” his voice wavers. He isn’t the badass man that he makes everyone else believe he is. He’s the same kid I’ve known all my life. The one who helped protect me, when I needed it.
    “I love you Striker, but not in the same way. You mean more to me than you’ll ever know, but that’s as far as it will ever go.” A tear falls from my eye, and it slides down my cheek.  
    “Yesterday you were thinking about him.” It’s more of a statement than a question, and I can’t bring myself to answer him. I don’t know how to answer him without hurting him.
    Wiping the tears from my eyes, I remain silent. There is nothing that I can say to make things better.  
    “Is he really what you want?” he questions. I nod my head yes. He shakes his head, and walks away without another word. Feeling my heart break into little pieces, I open the door, and hurry inside. Pushing it closed, I slide down the back of the door, and cry. The look on his face was heartbreaking, and I know things will never be the same again.

Chapter Nine

    Watching Sailor break his heart amuses me in some sick sort of way, and part of me is fucking thrilled that she did. I’ve wanted her since the moment I laid eyes on her. Even though I keep turning her down, I know I’m going to give in before I leave. Knowing that Striker is out of the picture makes my dick hard.  
    I refuse to be her second choice, and I want so bad to fuck her, until she can’t remember anyone before me.  
    Watching him walk away, I know that she’s going to be a mess. Judging by the tears on her face, she’s taking it badly. I watch her run inside, and I wait for a while before I go to the door of the room. Listening for a second, I hear her crying. Opening the door slowly, I feel her blocking it.  
    “Darlin’, I need you to move,” I say, through the crack in the door. She cries harder, and I can hear her mumbling, but I can’t make out the words. “Sailor,” I growl. I hear her move, and I push the door open to see her still sitting on the floor crying.  
    Walking in the room, I shut the door behind me, and I pick her up. Moving the hair out of her eyes, I place a kiss on her forehead, and set her on the bed. “He isn’t worth your tears,” I finally say, after she’s cried for a good twenty minutes.  
    She sniffles, and I lay her back on the pillows. She pulls me down with her, and I pull her into my arms. She buries her face into my neck, and I can feel her tears soaking through my shirt. Her fingers grip the leather of my cut, and I probably couldn’t break her grip if I tried. I whisper to her that everything will be okay, but it causes her to cry harder.  
    “No it won’t. He loves me, and I’m stupid enough to fall for someone who doesn’t even want me,” she chokes out.  
    “You have no fucking clue how fucking bad I want you,” I whisper against her forehead. She buries her face in my neck, and her tears tear at my heart. As much as I want to fuck her right, I don’t want her to get the wrong idea. This shit will never last between us. She deserves better than a biker, and I sure as hell ain’t anything more than that.  
    “You sure don’t act like it,” she sniffles.  
    She runs her fingers up my chest, and I know that she wants me, just as bad as I want her. I don’t think I can keep saying no, but I am going to try and last for as long as I can. Giving in will only make her want me more, and I can’t give her that. One time is good, but I never go back for seconds.  
    I feel her huff out a breath, and she cuddles her body into mine. Pulling the blanket up to our necks, I tuck her in, and wait for her to fall asleep. When her