Reckless Temptations (The Tempted Series Book 4) (9 page)

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.

“Easy,” I ground out, wrapping my arm around her waist. “What the hell did you drink?”

She lifted her finger in the air to begin listing her drinks but frowned and dropped her hand.

“Everything,” she admitted, turning to face me. “You have alcohol in the playhouse?”

“Clubhouse,” I said unable to hold back the chuckle. “And…I think you’ve had enough,” I added, ushering her into the clubhouse. Thankfully, the common room was empty except for Blackie who was still sitting in the same spot at the bar.

“Oh, look! You do have alcohol,” she said, motioning to the bar. Blackie lifted his head, his bloodshot eyes stared at Lauren for a minute before turning back to me.

“You’re out of your fucking mind,” Blackie stated.

“It’s not like that,” I said, waving him off. “Look at her, she needed a ride.”

“I am looking at her,” he replied, emptying the rest of the bottle of patron into his glass. “You better know what the fuck you’re doing. This club don’t need any bullshit with Bianci,” he added, before throwing back the tequila.

“Don’t worry about it,” I insisted.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it!” Lauren agreed, pointing a finger at Blackie. “But don’t tell my brother I was here or you’ll have bullshit with this Bianci,” she warned, wagging her finger in the air.

Blackie’s eyebrows shot up to his hair line as he stared at my ferocious little kitten, then turned back to me.

“Oh you’re so fucked,” he said smiling. My misery would be the one thing that makes the beast smile.

“Thanks, bro, love you too,” I said, rolling my eyes, taking Lauren’s hand and dragging her toward the stairs.

“Riggs! I can’t run in these shoes,” she complained.

I blew out an exasperated breath turned around and lifted her over my shoulder.

“Better?” I asked, as she yelped and I climbed the stairs.

“You have a perfect ass,” she commented, slapping my ass.

I peered at hers out of the corner of my eye.

“Yours isn’t so bad either, Kitten,” I said, fighting back the temptation to sink my teeth into her cheek. I kicked open the door to my room and dropped her onto my bed, watching as she bounced against the mattress.

Oh, man.

She tried to sit up, throwing her black hair over her shoulder as she peered up at me with the “come fuck me” eyes.

Just the tip.

“Well now you’ve got me here, what did you plan on doing with me?”

Talk about a loaded question.

She threaded her fingers through the belt loops of my jeans and pulled me toward her, falling back onto my bed and taking me with her. I braced my hands on either side of her head so I wouldn’t crush her and looked down at her. She pulled me closer, spreading her legs, so I fell in between them and pressed my erection against her.

“You want me,” she declared with a smile.

“Yeah, I do,” I said huskily. She had no fucking idea how much.

Just the tip.

I leaned down, pressing my lips to the tip of her nose, the right corner of her mouth then the left corner before slowly pulling my head back to gage her reaction.

Still drunk, but there was no mistaking that gleam in her eyes.

I dipped my head and covered her mouth with mine. Her lips were soft and wet as they parted for me, inviting me in to take what I wanted. I heard the groan rumble from low in my belly as I parted my lips and slid my tongue into her mouth. She tasted like cinnamon and mint, like Heaven and Hell, because there was no way I wasn’t going up in flames for this one. No fucking way.

Her teeth grazed my lip as she tried to seize control. Feisty. I loved it. My lips latched onto hers and my tongue took its time stroking hers, feeding off her taste. I felt my dick strain against the denim and reached down to unbutton my jeans to give myself a little relief.

I pulled away from her mouth, drawing down my zipper as I watched her sit up and take a deep breath.

She reached for me as I went to pull my pants down and release my aching cock.

“You want it bad, don’t you, Kitten?” I growled, kicking off my boots.

“Riggs,” she whimpered.

Just the tip, I reminded myself, dragging my jeans down my legs and kicking them off as my cock sprang free.

Christ, she was hot.

I wrapped my hand around my cock giving it a stroke. I went to remove my shirt and she lurched forward startling me.

“I’m going to be…” She never finished her sentence as she threw up.

All over me.

All over my beautiful cock.

So much for “just the tip.”

I think I’m dead or maybe I’m in a coma. I’m most definitely not a functioning human right now. I wish I would’ve stayed in nursing school, at least I’d be able to diagnose myself. It’s a scary thought, fighting with everything you have to open your eyes, not knowing why it’s a struggle in the first place.

Then I remembered.

Alcohol. Lots of it.

Mia leaving me.

Texting Riggs.

Riggs showing up at the Salty Dog.

Riggs taking me back to his clubhouse.

Riggs kissing me.

And that’s it, my last memory. It’s a good memory too. He’s a pretty awesome kisser.

Focus, Lauren.

I groaned as my eyes finally fluttered open. My head was killing me and I had a serious case of dry mouth. I tried to lift myself, to sit upright, but the room spun. Not really feeling like playing “Dorothy,” I left my ruby slippers at home, I dropped my head back onto the pillow.

Something stirred beside me but before I could turn to see the critter moving, a hand wrapped around my midsection, pulling me across the bed. My eyes widened as I turned and saw Riggs beside me. He mumbled something into his pillow and I held my breath, waiting for him to open his eyes and release me but that never happened. Instead, he snored, and draped his thick leg over mine. His thick, naked leg, might I add. I pinched the edge of the sheet, about to lift it and peek under it to assess the damage when I felt something long and hard poke my thigh.

Oh, hello, little Riggs.

Although, little was the wrong word to describe the erection digging into me. I suppressed the urge to reach under the sheet and wrap my hand around him to size him up.

I closed my eyes and prayed for the coma to take me again. Yeah, no such luck.

Finally, finding the nerve I lifted the sheet and saw I was wearing a t-shirt that read “I’d Rather Be Naked.” How fitting.

At least I had my underwear on.

“Go back to sleep,” he mumbled, startling me and I snapped my head in his direction.

“You’re up?” I asked, my voice squeaking like a chipmunk.

“No,” he replied with his eyes closed.

“Riggs, you need to move. I have to get up. I have to get out of here.” I rambled nervously.

“No, not moving,” he grunted stubbornly, as his hands traveled under the hem of the t-shirt.

“Oh God,” I groaned.

“You said that a lot last night,” he murmured, as fingers grazed my belly.

My eyes widened and my cheeks felt like they were on fire.

“We didn’t…I mean of course we didn’t, right?” I asked, swallowing hard and praying for the right answer. If we had sex, and I didn’t remember I’d hate myself.

I probably should’ve been thinking something nobler, something purer, like please God forgive me for having sex before marriage or something just as ridiculous. But me? I was kicking myself in the ass because if we had sex, and I forgot what his cock felt like inside of me, I’d never forgive myself.

His eyes opened halfway and locked with mine.

“What’s the matter, Kitten? Can’t remember?” He said, huskily.

I bit my lip, shaking my head silently.

“Want me to show you?” He asked as his fingers slid under the elastic of my panties.

Yes, please. Pay attention, Lauren. Don’t forget this time.

“I remember kissing,” I croaked.

His lips quirked and my heart stopped. Was it possible to come from a man smiling? I snapped my legs shut, trapping his hand between them, as his fingertips dragged along the seam of my pussy.

“You’re soaking wet, Kitten,” he growled against my hair, slowly sliding one thick finger between my lips.

“We kissed,” he affirmed, pressing his mouth against my neck. “You tasted like cinnamon.”

“I drank Fireball,” I stammered, lifting my hips and moving against his hand.

“Mmm,” he murmured against my neck, before his teeth grazed the spot just below my ear and he added another finger inside me. His fingers took slow, tantalizing strokes, sliding out and plunging back in as his thumb massaged my clit.

“You’re very good at that,” I commented breathlessly. “So we kissed and then this happened?”

“No,” he said, picking up the pace with his fingers.