Wayward Temptation (Wayward Saints MC Book 6) (5 page)

“Marco Cabrera. He has ties to the mob down here.” He waits for a few more minutes, and I hear a high pitch voice get on the phone with him. He pulls it away from his ear for a second, before he answers the woman’s question.

“I told you it needed to be cleaned. Plus I’m babysitting for your ass. I’m glad it was a fucking mess,” he grins, and he tells the girl that he loves her before he hangs up. He puts his phone back in his pocket.
 

“My sister is pissed because I made a deal with her to clean my room at the clubhouse and do my laundry for some babysitting time. She underestimated how much of a slob I am,” he grins, and takes a seat on the bed next to me.
 

Part of me is glad that she was just his sister, but the other part is nervous that I even care. I shouldn’t. He’s just going to get me out of this mess, and then leave. I try to stop my brain from overreacting, but it’s no use. I’m already picturing what he looks like completely naked.

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Judging by the way her eyes are eating me up right now, I can only assume that she’s thinking about one thing. Turning towards her, I move the hair off her neck, and I test her boundaries. I never said I was a fucking gentleman, and if I’m stuck in a room with her for however long, I sure as hell won’t be able to bring a whore in here with me.
 

When I lean closer to her, I hear her breathing hitch, and her eyes are focused on my lips. As much as sleeping with her would be a fucking stupid idea, I can’t seem to get my dick on the same page. My dick twitches at the thought of even getting her naked. Before I can seal our mouths together, I pull back, and get up off the bed.
 

Judging by the look on her face when I look at her again, it wasn’t what she was hoping for. Walking into the bathroom, I turn the water on, and lean against the sink. Looking into the mirror I can see the exhaustion setting in. Turning the water off, I look down in the sink. I don’t even notice that she’s in the room with me, until I feel her hands slide down my sides, and land on my hips.
 

Looking up into the mirror, I see her looking right at me. “I’m no good for you.”
 

She looks down for a second, before she looks back up at me. “I’m not asking for good.” I turn around, and her hands go back to where they were.
 

“Then what are you asking for Sailor?” I reach forward, and move the hair out of her face. She leans into my touch, and I wait for her to answer the question.
 

“I’m asking to feel something. Anything.” Her lip quivers, and I have a feeling that she doesn’t really mean that. She just wants to wash away the feeling of him off of her skin. She wants to have something replace the feelings she had for Marco.
 

“I can’t give you what you want, and I know that you want to erase all memories of him, but you won’t.” I can see the tears start to cloud her eyes, and she closes them before they actually fall. “You want a quick fuck; I’d gladly give it to you, but not tonight. You have too much running through your head.”

She smiles, and looks up at me, “And here I was starting to believe that you really were a dick.”
 

Grinning down at her, I kiss her forehead. “Come on it’s late, and I’m fucking tired. Seven hours on the road is way too fucking long.”

She nods, and I lead her back towards the bed. Pulling my cut off, I set it on the back of the chair, and unbutton my jeans. She watches me intently, and when I slide them down my legs, her eyes are directly on my dick. I forgot to mention to her that I don’t wear underwear.

Pulling my shirt over my head, I toss it with my jeans, and tell her to get in bed. “Sailor.” Her eyes snap to mine, and the blush starts to tint her cheeks. I can’t help but grin. She pulls her jeans off, and I see her ass cheeks. Her thong barely covers anything, and I’m sure that is how Marco the dickhead liked it. She pulls her shirt off, and I see her matching bra.
 

She walks past me, and my dick starts to harden. Fuck, not sleeping with her tonight is going to be so fucking shitty. I thought she looked good in that fucking photo. But shit, she looks even better now.
 

She picks my tee shirt up off the floor, and pulls it over her head. She makes her way to the bed and gets under the covers. Sliding in behind her, I try my best to keep from poking her with my dick, but it’s like he’s attracted to her.
 

I hear her giggle, and I flip over to my back, and look up at the ceiling. Trying to fight back all thoughts of how fucking amazing I’m sure her pussy would feel wrapped around my dick. I take a deep breath, and roll over to my side.
 

She rolls over to face me, and I can feel her breath feather over my lips. “Who knew you could keep your word?” She grins, and I know it’s more of her trying to get what she wants, than whether I keep my word or not.
 

Running my hands up her back, I pull her closer into my body, and close my eyes. There isn’t much light in here, but I don’t really mind because I got enough visuals to know exactly what her body looks like. Plus having her body pressed against mine, makes it even harder to think of anything else.
 

“Good night Raef,” she whispers against my chest.

“Night Darlin’.”
 

The next morning, I wake up with a fuckin’ raging hard on. Her ass cheeks are pressed against me, and if I move an inch, I’ll be tempted to sink deep inside of her right now. My hands explore her body, and I pull her closer, even though I know it’s going to cause more trouble than I’m wanting. One of my hands slide up my tee shirt, and I cup her tit. She must have removed her bra at some point during the night because I feel her skin, and her nipple pebbles under my hand.
 

She grinds back into me, and I can’t help but groan in her ear. “You’re playing a dangerous game right now Darlin’.”

Her hands run up my thighs, and I stop them with my free hand before they can go any further. I know where they were headed, and as horny as I am, I’m trying my hardest to be the better guy. I can’t get involved with her. She has a death warrant on her head. If I fuck her now, I’ll probably piss her off, and she will find herself in trouble because she won’t listen to me.

“There is only one game I want to play,” she purrs. “You can’t expect me to see everything you have, and not want to play.” Even though listening to her turns me the fuck on, I have to remember that she’s scared, and is probably just trying to feel something.
 

I give her tit a squeeze. She moans, and her head falls back against my chest. “As much as I want to fuck you, I can’t.”
 

She pouts, and turns in my arms. “He doesn’t agree with you.” She runs her fingers down my shaft, and I know he agrees with her.

“Sorry Darlin’ but this is for the best.” She huffs out at my answer, and throws the covers off of us. She gets out of the bed pulling on a pair of jeans, and leaves the room. I know I should go after her, but part of me knows that this is what’s best.
 

She wants to fuck someone, she can go right ahead. Running my hand over my dick, I think about her tight body, and imagine that it’s her hand stroking me. I haven’t jacked my own shit in fuckin’ years, and I can’t believe I’m going to right now.
 

Sliding my hand over my dick, I work myself up until I know I’m about to come, but I hold off. Letting myself calm down, I start over again, and pause for a few seconds before I let myself come. I moan, and I feel my semen start to coat my hand. Getting up, I walk into the bathroom to rinse my hand off, and then I walk back into the room to pull my jeans on.
 

Grabbing my phone, I call our supplier, and ask him for a meet. I still have this shit to deal with before I can go home, so I might as well get ready for that meeting.
 

About thirty minutes later I hear the door open, and I see Sailor trying to sneak in quietly. When I look up at her, she has a guilty look on her face, and she doesn’t say one word to me. When she tries to walk past me to go to the bathroom, I stop her.
 

When I pull her into my lap, her eyes widen, and she almost looks afraid of what I might say to her. Tucking a piece of her messy hair behind her ear, I tell her like it is. “Striker isn’t going to be there for you when shit hits the fan.” She starts to protest, but I stop her before she can even get the words out.
 

“Darlin’ trust me. You can’t change a man like that. He only wants your pussy and nothing more. He will be back to fucking club whores and anything with fucking legs, in a few hours.”
 

“He cares about me,” she rushes out. Even she doesn’t believe the lies in her head. “Why do you care anyway?” she gives me a dirty look. As much as I want to spank her ass and tell her to not act desperate, I know that shit isn’t going to fly with her right now.

“I care because I’m the one you’re sleeping next to at night. I’m going to be the one to save your fucking ass, when the time comes and that bastard of an ex comes sniffing around.” She tries to get out of my lap, but I stop her.
 

“Don’t fucking confuse my caring to wanting more. Do I want you safe? Yeah. Do I want to fuck you? Hell yeah. Am I going to be your ticket to get out of this place? No. You fucking deserve more than me, Striker, and this fucking club. You’re fucking beautiful, and I know a fuckin’ shit ton of men who would want you as their ole’ lady. Don’t settle Darlin’.”

I see the tears well up in her eyes. I know she’s going to run away, and try to hide from this shit. I’m trying to give her the facts, but I know women never want to hear them. They just want a man to take care of them, until the next fuckin’ idiot comes to take the last one’s spot.

“I wouldn’t make a good enough ole’ lady for you?” her voice breaks, and it tears at my heart. I don’t even know this girl, and something about her gets me to fucking care. I have never cared about a bitch before, and I sure as hell don’t want to start now.

“Darlin’ I’m sure you’d make a fucking perfect ole’ lady for someone, but I don’t do relationships. Never have, never will.” She looks away, and I know that hurt her feelings.

“What if I don’t ask for anything in return?” her lip trembles, and I know she’s scared.
 

“What do you want from me?” I ask, grabbing her chin and lifting her face to mine.
 

“I told you last night.”
 

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