Wayward Temptation (Wayward Saints MC Book 6) Read Online Free PDF

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.”