Never a Saint - Lila Rose Page 0,24

smiling.

Cunt of a motherfucking whore.

Boom slapped Saint on the back. “He’s come to grab your help with some shit, so we’ll leave you to it.”

“But…,” I called loudly and then caught myself. “Didn’t you want me to come to the compound?”

Boom laughed. “Don’t worry about it. It’s good to help a brother out. Come on, Wendy, let’s jet.”

“Later, boys. Behave yourselves.” Wendy waved with a soft smile.

Saint chuckled. “We’ll try to, Wendy, but you just never know what we’ll get up to.”

Wendy giggled. “Oh, you, always a teaser.”

Saint winked. I stayed where I was and knew I was out of options to get away from the man. Unless I ran inside and barred myself in there; if only it didn’t make me look like a pussy, I would have done that. Instead, I didn’t move and waved Wendy and Boom off when they left.

“So,” Saint drew out, and I noticed then that he wore just boots, jeans, and a tee. He didn’t have his club vest on. I wouldn’t get mine until I was a full member, but Saint always wore his. Why wasn’t he now? He continued with “You were goin’ to the compound?”

“No,” I lied, even though Boom just said as much.

Saint laughed. “It was lucky I showed up a bit early.” He started for the street where his car was parked. “Well, come on,” he called.

“I’m not feelin’ the best,” I lied once more.

Saint rolled his eyes, walked back to me, and grabbed my hand and pulled me along after him. “Don’t know why you’re tryin’ to get out of this. It’ll be fun.”

Fun?

Sex… I meant, head jobs were fun?

Well, I supposed they were, but I would have said pleasurable.

He opened the passenger door, guided me in with his hand to my back, and then shut the door. I watched him make his way around the front and noticed I wasn’t putting up too much of a fight. I blamed the threat he offered earlier. At least, that was what I was telling myself.

I bounced my knee up and down as he climbed in the car and started it. He glanced down at my leg, and I stilled it.

Reaching back, I dragged my seat belt around me and clicked it in, and then, a smiling Saint started to drive. My gut played up a storm. I worried I would either fart, shit, or vomit. None would be good.

Glancing to the man next to me, I noticed he tapped some fingers on the steering wheel to the music playing on the radio. He looked calm and collected. I couldn’t work the guy out. I’d always thought he was set on his life of the club, businesses, and then the women he picked through to fuck.

Why did he have me in his car and we were driving to his place?

Was it just because I gave good head?

Trying to understand the guy was hurting my brain. But I wasn’t sure my heart wouldn’t get involved in the process of whatever this was. That concerned me the most.

When we stopped, I took in the area and faced him. “Why are we at the movies?”

He winked. “Thought we’d go see that new action flick.”

What. The. Actual. Fuck?

Chapter Eight

Saint

Poor guy was speechless, and on our first date as well. There wasn’t anything I could do. I was used to shocking people, and usually, it was in bed with how good I was. I let him have his time. I got out of the car, went around to his side, and opened the door. He just sat there. It was sweet, really. Leaning in, I undid his seat belt, took his arm, and helped him out of the car.

I shifted him to the side and shut the door, then locked the car.

“We’re at the movies,” he said.

“Yep, gonna see a kickass action one.”

“The movies.”

“Damn right.” I didn’t think it would be a good time to mention it was for our first date. Not since he was taking so long to catch up on the fact. I’d leave it for later. Maybe I’d tell him after he’d had his next reaction when I took him out for a drink after.

With a hand to his lower back, I gently guided him forward to the box office. I bought the tickets, and Kylo was looking around as if it was the first time he’d seen the theater. Then I guided him to the food counter.

“What do you want to eat?”

“Huh?”

I chuckled. “Food and drink, what’s your flavor?”

He