Reckless Temptations (Tempted #4)(19)

I parked my bike in front of the bar and spotted Lauren leaning up against the brick wall talking to some guy. I threw my leg over my bike and readjusted my throbbing cock, then stalked toward her.

She laughed at something the schmuck she was talking to said, turning her head slightly her eyes locked with mine.

“Making friends?” I questioned, peeling my eyes away from her to the man leaning way to close to her.

“You know how it goes man,” he laughed, running his hand down Lauren’s arm. What the fuck was she wearing? My eyes traveled the length of her, taking in the jeans that molded to her legs like a second skin, ripped and shredded at the knees showing just a hint of her olive skin. The top she wore was see through and fell off her shoulder sexily. And then, there was the shoes, the ones that haunted my dreams. Thank you, God.

She smiled at me and that’s when I noticed she wasn’t wearing her glasses.

Wow. She was fucking gorgeous.

Her bright, blue eyes darkened making them appear navy as they stared back at me.

“Say goodbye, Kitten,” I ordered.

“But,” she started, turning to her new admirer. “We were just going to go back inside and have a drink,” she squinted, snapping her fingers as she tried to remember his name. “What’s your name again?”

“Tony,” he said with a grin.

“Tony? Are you sure? I thought you said it was Tommy,” she said, swaying on her heels. I reached out and wrapped my arm around her waist to steady her.

“Time to go, say goodbye Tommy,” I said, glaring at the man looking at Lauren like she was a piece of meat, daring him to argue with me.

She spun around in my arms, her chest pressed against me, her mouth a breath away from mine, forcing me to glance down at her.

“I got bored waiting for you,” she admitted, reaching up to touch my hat.

“Don’t let it happen again,” I said, liking the way she leaned up against me, and loving the way she felt. Even with heels she only came up to my shoulder. “You ready to get the hell out of here?”

Her perfect teeth sank into her lip as she nodded.

“Can I get your number?” Tommy/Tony asked.

“718-FUCK-OFF,” I snapped, pulling my eyes away from hers to glance over her shoulder at the asshole who had the balls to just ask that.

Lauren giggled, dropping her head against my chest and gripping the ends of my jacket.

“That was so rude,” she said, laughing into my chest. I took her hand in mine and led her toward my bike.

“Didn’t that mother of yours teach you not to talk to strangers?” I hissed, as I strapped my helmet onto her head. “Get on,” I ordered, patting the seat.

She grabbed onto my arm for leverage and straddled my bike. I shook my head as my hand automatically shot down to my pants to re-arrange my dick. How the fuck was I going to get on my bike like this? I’d fucking break my cock.

“Problem?” She asked innocently.

“You’re a tease,” I said, leaning close to her. “Gonna make you beg for it now,” I promised, grunting as I maneuvered myself in front of her. Her arms wrapped around me, holding on tight as she leaned her chin on my shoulder.

“You just want to see me on my knees,” she whispered against my ear.

“Lots of ways I want to see you, Kitten,” I said, taking off quickly, hoping the ride sobered her up. Not completely though. Something tells me tipsy Lauren is a lot more fun than sober Lauren, and the odds of me getting laid are slimmer without the drunken fog.

I was such an asshole.

Don’t be an asshole, a voice inside of me taunted.

Look at that, I didn’t think I had a conscience.

That was new.

I never questioned myself when I was with a woman. I took what I wanted, respectfully, and let my partner take what they needed from me. It was obvious what she wanted, and I argued with myself that if it wasn’t me it would be Tommy or Tony, whatever his name was, giving it to her. Still, something inside of me nagged to do the right thing, to think before I did something reckless.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

I chalked it up to Jack getting in my head with all his shit about heart and not being reckless. Then there was this little thorn in my side called Bianci. He’d fucking kill me, send me off to sleep with the fishes, if he found out I took advantage of his sister.

So, I decided I’d take her back to my room at the compound and we wouldn’t go all the way. Christ, I sounded like a pussy. I was back to being a fifteen-year-old kid who settled for a friendly game of “just the tip.”

I was fucked.

And not literally.

I could be the good guy, the one who did the right thing. I would. I’d be that guy tonight.

Tomorrow?

I’d fuck anything that walked and make no apologies about it.

Yep, that was my plan.

I turned off my bike and glanced over my shoulder.

“Where are we?” Lauren hiccupped.

“The clubhouse,” I said, taking her hands and pulling her onto her feet. She freed her hands from mine and walked ahead of me, sashaying her hips and wiggling that ass with every step. God damn!

“Taking me home to meet your motorcycle buddies? Isn’t that moving fast?” She laughed, tripping over her own feet and nearly falling flat on her face.