Wayward Temptation (Wayward Saints MC Book 6) (9 page)

Waking up, I stretch, and notice that Raef is nowhere to be seen. Walking out of the room, I walk around the bush that covers the entrance, and I see him lying on the ground. Running over to him, I check his breathing, and I hear him moan.
 

“Raef, oh my god. Wake up.” He rolls a little. I see the blood all over the ground, and on the back of his head.
 

Freaking out, I scream for help, and just wait with him until someone comes. Trying to wake him up again, he starts to slowly move, and I hear some of the guys running towards us. “Please wake up,” I beg. I have tears running down my cheeks, and to be honest, I‘ve never been afraid of losing anyone in my life but Butch and my mom. So these feelings scare the shit out of me.
 

“What the fuck happened?” Someone asks, kneeling down beside me.
 

“I don’t know,” I choke out. “I just came out here to find him and… and…” I can’t get the rest of the words out.
 

“Raef,” the man next to me says. Raef rolls over, and he ends up getting blood all over me. “Raef,” he says, louder this time. I see Raef barely open his eyes, and I finally let out the breath I was holding.
 

“Oh my god! Raef can you hear me?” He blinks at me a few times, and I feel his hand grip my thigh. Putting my forehead on his chest, I start to sob.
 

“Darlin’ its okay,” his voice is raspy, and he coughs. “What the fuck happened?” Looking up at him, I see him grimace, as he tries to sit up. The man next to me helps him into a seated position. The rest of the guys are just watching, and not saying a word.
 

“You don’t remember?” he asks.

Raef shakes his head, and looks at me for a second before he says anything else. “I was at the bar, and Striker was pissed. When I left, someone called my name, and I got sucker punched.” Looking at his jaw, I can see the bruise that already started to form. Did Striker do this to him?

“Did Striker do this?” the man asks.

“No, I don’t think so. I never heard this voice before. He wanted Sailor.” I can feel my face pale, and I know exactly who it was. Raef looks over at me, and he reaches to cup my cheek. “You’ll be fine.” I swallow the lump in my throat, and I know that he’s just saying that to make me feel better. If this is what happened to him, I can’t even imagine what is going to happen to me when he finds me.

“Hey Mac, we got a look at him on the security camera.” Mac gets up, and leaves Raef and I just sitting here.
 

“Darlin’ I already told you that I won’t let him hurt you. Wasn’t lying.” He goes to stand up, and I get to my feet so I can help him. He touches the back of his head, and he sees the blood. “Fuck.” He mutters. He looks at me. His eyes roam my body, but not in a sexual way, like they typically do. “Come on, you’re covered in my blood.” Wrapping my arm around him, I help him to the room, and to the bed. When he takes a seat, I see him let out a breath. He winces, and I know that he’s in pain.

“What do you need me to do?” my voice is quivering, and I know that I’m probably making things worse for him.
 

“Babe, shower. I’m fine. Stop worrying about me.” He pulls me closer to him, and he places his lips on mine. Closing my eyes, I try not to think of him lying on the ground. His hand grips the back of my head, and he doesn’t pull right away. Our faces are less than an inch apart, and for the first time, I see a different look in his eyes.
 

“I don’t break my promises. Go shower.” His lips briefly land on mine again, and I can’t help but close my eyes. He pulls away, and I go to stand up. Looking back at him, he motions for me to go, and I walk into the bathroom without looking back.
 

Taking one of the quickest showers known to man, I towel off, wrap it around me, and make my way back into the room. Looking at the bed, I see Raef sitting against the wall, with his phone in his hand. When he hears me, he looks up at me, and I can see the grin spread across his lips.
 

“You coming back to bed naked?” I shake my head at him, and he pats the bed next to him. Crawling towards him, I see his eyes go straight for the top of my towel, and he grabs the knot and undoes it. “I’m hurt, so I think you coming to bed naked will make me feel better.” Glad he still has his horniness. Maybe this time he’ll actually fuck me.

Sitting next to him naked, I can’t help but wonder what his touch would feel like. Sure I’ve had his hands on me before, but I think it will be different during sex.
 

“How’s your head?” I finally ask. He looks up from his phone, and turns to let me see it.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” he gives me a wink, and then there’s a knock at the door. He gives me a grin, and slowly moves to sit in front of me. His hand cups my tit, and he gives it a slight twist causing me to moan. My lips part slightly, and the knock on the door gets louder. “Get dressed.”
 

He gets up without another word. I slip on one of his tee shirts, and cover myself with the blanket, just in time for the door to open. I swear he’s hard to read. One minute he’s all touchy feely, and the next he’s distanced and moody.
 

“What did you find out?” he asks, as Mac and a few others come walking in the room.
 

Mac brings a photo over to me, and holds it up in front of my face. “You know him?” My eyes widen, and I think I’m going to be sick. Dashing from the room, I don’t even stop when Raef calls my name. Putting my hands over my face, I try to suck in a breath. How could he do this? I trusted him…

Hands grip my face, and I’m forced to look at Raef. “Who was that?” his voice is angry, but his expression tells me he’s worried about me. “He’s our dad. A few years ago, I met him for the first time since he walked out on us. I thought that I could trust him. He promised that he would help us out when we needed it. Every time I tried to get Butch to see him, he turned me down claiming that if he loved us at all, he wouldn’t have left of all those years ago. I thought he could be trusted,” I start to cry, and Raef pulls me into his arms.
 

“Darlin’ you couldn’t have known,” he runs his hand down my back, and tries to soothe me, but it’s no use. I brought him into my life thinking that maybe things changed, and he wanted to start over. I’m such an idiot.
 

“I’m going to tell them who they are looking for, and then you and I are going to bed,” he wipes the tears off my cheeks, and I nod my head. “I’ll be right back.”
 

I watch as he slowly stands. He makes his way out of the bathroom, and back into the bedroom where everyone is waiting. I can hear their muffled voices, but I don’t even try to figure out what is going on or what he’s saying. Closing my eyes, I just hope that my stupid decisions don’t bring any more trouble to Butch or Raef.
 

I hear the door close, and I don’t hear Raef coming towards the bathroom. Closing my eyes, I rest my head on the wall, and just pray that he doesn’t hate me for what happened to him. It’s all my fault, and I don’t even know how to fix things. I totally get why he doesn’t want to get involved with me, he has to save himself from the problems that follow me around.

If he was smart, he would stay as far away from me as he can.

Chapter Eleven

My fucking head is pounding, and getting them the fuck out of my room, is all I fucking want right this second. I just want to curl up with Sailor, and close my eyes for a few minutes, but right now I can’t. Mac thinks I have a concussion, and he told me I needed to stay awake to make sure I’m fine.
 
Once I get them the fuck out, I contemplate going to the bar to fucking drink until I pass out. But I know Mac will fucking call my old man, and rat me out.

Running my hand over my face, I sigh, and make my way towards the bathroom. I can hear her soft sniffles, and I know she’s blaming herself for what happened.
 

Sitting on the floor next to her, I wrap my arm around her, and she puts her head against my shoulder. She doesn’t say anything for the longest time, but the silence is actually nice. When she finally looks at me, she has a sad look in her eyes that I’ve never seen from her before. Pulling her into my lap, I have her straddle me.
 

Before I can say anything, she gets up, and grabs a wash cloth from the cabinet. She wets it before coming back to straddle my lap. Her shirt rises up her thighs, and my hands instantly go to her pale skin. She pulls my shirt up and over my head, before she forces me to put my head on her shoulder, so she can clean the cut on the back of my head.
 

I can feel myself wanting her more than my next breath. Every inch of my body is craving her, and I know I won’t be able to keep my hands off of her now.
 

Sliding my fingers under the shirt, I grip her ass cheeks, and I feel her intake of breath. When she touches the cut on the back of my head, I squeeze her ass, and pull her down on me. Wincing when she tries to clean it some more, I grit my teeth. She wiggles her hips, and I know there is no way they she can’t tell how fucking bad I want her right now.

“Hold still,” she says a little breathless. I bite down on her shoulder, as she uses her nails to do something to the back of my head. Closing my eyes, I try to focus on her body, and not what she’s currently doing to my scalp. When she’s finally down, I feel a little bit better.
 

“I’m going to have a permeant indent on my shoulder from you,” she pouts. I kiss it, and she grins. She shows me what she pulled from my scalp, and I can’t help but shake my head.
 

“Fuck.” I can’t believe that piece of glass was in my damn head. She holds the towel to my head a little longer, and the only thing I want to do right now is sink inside her pussy. I don’t give a fuck about the consequences anymore. All I want is to make her mine, even if it’s just for a few days.

Trailing my fingers up her arms, I grab the bottom of her shirt. I slide it up, and over her head. Her breath hitches, and she watches me with lust in her eyes. Leaning forward, I take a nipple into my mouth. She arches into me, and I wrap my arms around her body, and hold her to me.
 

Her hands go to my head, and she’s careful of where she puts them. Dragging my fingers down her back, I switch to her other nipple, and she moans my name. My dick is hard as a fucking rock, and there is no way in hell that I’m not going to take her this morning. Lifting her up, I stand, and set her on the small bathroom sink.

I feel her hands go to my jeans. She starts to undo them, and push them down to my knees. Without even thinking, I sink into her soaking wet pussy. Grabbing her ass, I pull her to the edge of the counter, and slam into her roughly. Her nails dig into my back, and I suck on her neck, as I continue to fuck her in long hard thrusts.
 

Every thrust brings me closer to the edge, and I know I’m not going to fucking last long. She doesn’t even seem to fucking mind because she’s already half way gone. Running my hand up her chest, I squeeze her tits, and keep moving my hand until I cup her face and pull her mouth to mine. I claim her mouth, like she’s the only fucking thing that’s keeping me breathing. I fuck her like it’s the first and last time, all at once.