Wayward Saints MC Book 6
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Sailor Running was all I ever did. I tried to get away from a man that hurt me and I ended up in the path of a temptation that I couldn’t resist. I wanted Raef more than my next breath, but he didn’t want me. I tried like hell to fight my attraction towards him, but I couldn’t. He was everything I wanted and everything I never knew I needed. Raef My old man was punishing me for God knows what. He sent me down to Sacramento to clean up their mess and instead I ended up finding her. She’s like a damn breath of fresh air in this otherwise suffocating life. My attraction to her can land me on the wrong side of a gun, but it’s a chance I’m willing to take. She’s a temptation that I can’t ignore and one that I don’t regret.
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When my eyes finally land on him, I see him watching me. He’s even more handsome than I thought. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath before I open them, and actually look at him. The grin on his lips makes me nervous, and part of me is unsure of what I’m supposed to do right now. “Please take a seat,” he finally says. He motions his hand towards the chair next to him. A part of me is afraid to walk by him, so I take the long way around to the other side of the table. I pull the chair out a few feet before I take a seat. “I won’t bite darlin’,” he drawls out. He gets a devious grin on his face, and I know that he’s probably used that line to get plenty of women in his bed at night. “Does that line work on all the girls?” I ask with an eyebrow raised. I don’t know where that snottiness came from, but I am mentally high fiving myself right now. I can’t believe that I just said that to him. I watch as his eyebrow raises, and he smirks at me. “Typically I just tell them how big my dick is, and they practically drop to their knees in front of me.” I scrunch up my nose, and his smile widens even more. “What are you afraid of a big dick?” I shake my head no, and look at my hands in my lap. I can feel him lean in closer to me, and as much as I want to pull away, I stay right where I am. I won’t let him scare me, or make me nervous. I’ve dealt with someone far worse than him for long enough. His hand cups my face, almost in a loving manner, and he forces me to look at him. “What kind of trouble are you in?” His voice is soft, almost like he’s trying to make me comfortable. His eyes search mine, and I swear it’s like he already knows the truth. “I want to help you, but I can’t if you don’t tell me the truth. All of it,” he runs his thumb along my bottom lip, and as much as I want to pull away, something about his touch soothes me. Leaning into his hand, I mentally prepare myself to tell him what I’ve gotten myself into.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Renee is from sunny, California. Creative by nature, she decided to put her imagination to paper. K. Renee is an avid reader. During the day she works in an office and at night she writes. These stories have been in her head for years and are finally coming out on paper.