Destiny Disrupted (There's Always Tomorrow Book 1) (15 page)

“Guys, I have something I want to tell you,” Xander says, bringing Vance out of his thoughts.

Everyone looks over at Xander, who’s sitting next to Bryan. Xander fidgets nervously and is having a hard time keeping anyone's gaze. “The only other person that knows so far is Vance, and I just hope that you all take it as well as he did.”

Tripp, Ryder, and Dayne give Vance a curious glance before bringing their attention back to Xander. “What is it, little bro?” Dayne prompts. All of the guys think of Xander as their little brother, too.

“I'm…uh...I'm gay,” Xander says quietly.

Melina smiles brightly, Tripp just stares at him in shock, Ryder starts choking on his coffee, and Dayne nods slowly.

“Ryder?” Xander asks. The sorrow and hurt in his voice telling Vance that he’s taking Ryder's reaction as a negative.

Ryder waves and shakes his head. “Sorry...not what I...expected,” he chokes out between coughing fits. Dayne gives Ryder a couple of pounds on the back before he can get himself under control. Once he quits coughing, he gets up and makes his way around the table to Xander.

Xander looks up at him with a frown on his face. “Xan, I love you, and I totally get where you're coming from,” Ryder says with a soft smile.

Xander looks up at him in confusion. “You do?”

Ryder nods. “Ryder's bi,” Dayne tells him.

Xander shoots a look at Vance who nods. “He told us when we were in high school that he was having feelings toward guys, as well as, girls.”

“How did I not know this?” Xander sputters.

“I don't go around telling everyone, and you’ve never asked.” Ryder shrugs.

“So you ah...you've...” Xander stutters.

“Been with a dude? Yeah, I've been with men,” Ryder answers.

“So don't think we're gonna be weird about it. We still love you, and you're still the same person you've always been,” Tripp says with a smile.

“Yeah, just don't try to put any moves on me,” Dayne says with a pointed look.

Xander laughs. “You're not my type, Dayne.”

That has everyone laughing. “Thank fuckin’ god for that.” Dayne chuckles.

Vance sits there in silence while everyone laughs and jokes, unable to take his eyes off his brave baby brother. He’s so proud of him.

Chapter 11

**Dayne**

Dayne is standing with Vance at the bar while Melina and Harper are dancing. Dayne is watching Harper as her sexy little body moves on the dance floor. They all went out to dinner first and they hit it off right away. She is so feisty. No wonder Vance and Melina set them up; she is exactly the kind of woman that Dayne goes after - someone who will challenge him and isn't boring. Harper is definitely
not
boring.

Harper has long, straight blonde hair, perfect for wrapping around his fist. She has a teeny tiny body with little perky breasts that will fit effortlessly in his hands. And her gorgeous heart-shaped face perfectly complements her mesmerizing crystal blue eyes. Dayne can't take his eyes off her…or her tight ass.  She is stunning. And that makes him a little nervous. Usually he is the I-don't-give-a-shit-about-you guy, but there is something about this girl that makes him want to give a shit.

Dayne has to get rid of that train of thought quickly; he will not fall into that trap again. He will not open his heart up to another woman for the rest of his life. He learned his lesson the hard way and will not make the same mistake twice.

“I know what you're thinking, Dayne. Not every woman is like your ex-wife,” Vance says, breaking through his thoughts.

“Not going there man, don't even try it,” Dayne snarls then pounds the rest of his beer.

“Fine,” Vance scoffs and shakes his head.

Harper and Melina are still dancing together, grinding up against each other and shit, and it is making Dayne hard. Harper must feel him watching her because at that moment, her eyes meet his, and they are sparkling mischievously. She gives him a sexy little smile as if she knows what he’s thinking. She’s a naughty one; Dayne is sure of that. He can’t wait to get her back to his room.

“Harper is fucking sexy as all hell, dude,” Dayne says to Vance without taking his eyes off Harper.

“Yup.”

“When can we get out of here?” Dayne asks and motions for another beer from the bartender.

Vance laughs. “We just got here, man. Let the girls dance a little bit.”

“I'm horny,” Dayne whines.

Vance throws his head back and laughs. “You're always horny!”

Dayne smiles wickedly. “Since when is that a bad thing?”

Vance rolls his eyes at him and sips his beer. “Don't worry. I don't think we'll be here too long. Harper seems to be just as eager as you, my friend.”

“Mmm, I can't fuckin’ wait,” Dayne growls and grabs his new beer off the bar. “She’s the kind of chick who can rock my world.”

“How do you know?” Vance asks, just trying to humor him.

“Believe me, I know. I can see it in her eyes,” Dayne says. “Fuck...we gotta get out of here,” he groans and then shifts his achingly hard cock so he isn't sporting a tent in the front of his pants.

“Chill out, man.” Vance chuckles.

“I might have to take her in the bathroom.”

“Dude, seriously?” Vance chokes on his beer and looks at him like he’s crazy. “You just met her a couple of hours ago.”

Dayne frowns at Vance. “When has that ever stopped me? I'm not looking for a relationship here, Vance. I just wanna fuck her.”

Vance sighs. “You're gonna cause shit. You know that right?”

“Hey, you know how I am. What did you think was gonna happen?”

Dayne hears Vance mumble something that sounds like, “I thought you'd grown up.”

Dayne glares at Vance. “What was that?” he snaps.

Vance shrugs and shakes his head. “Nothing, Dayne,” he grumbles then takes another sip of his beer.

Dayne grunts then turns his attention back to Harper. She and Melina are laughing as they cling to each other's arms. He feels his heart flutter at the sight of her laughing. Shit, she’s gorgeous. Her face is completely lit up, drawing attention from some surrounding men who have nothing but lust in their eyes, which surprisingly pisses him off.  She’s here with him, and he’s not going to let other men drool all over her.

Whoa, what the fuck is wrong with him? He doesn't get jealous. Ever. Not even with his ex-wife. Although maybe if he had been somewhat jealous, he would have figured out that she was cheating on him a lot sooner than he did.

They married young at twenty-one, and he fell head over heels for her the moment he laid eyes on her during his last year of college. They dated for a year then got married. A year into their marriage, he came home early from work one day to find her in bed with his half-brother, Ryan. He hasn’t seen either of them since that day. Dayne has become who he is today because of that day - the I'll fuck whomever I want, whenever I want, and no chick is going to tie me down kind of guy. She shattered his heart into a million pieces like Humpty Dumpty, and he still hasn't been able to put himself completely back together.

Melina and Harper walk up, wrenching Dayne out of his thoughts. Harper slips her arm around his waist and tucks her hands into the back pocket of his leather pants. She wanted to take his Harley, and he was more than willing to take her for a ride. Dayne never rides his bike without leather pants on. Road rash is not something he wants to repeat.

“Dayne, can you get me another drink?” Harper purrs, giving him a naughty little smile as she squeezes his ass.

Dayne smiles lazily. “Only if I can get a kiss,” he purrs back, shocking himself because he usually doesn't kiss women that he plans to just have sex with. Kissing is too intimate, and with intimacy comes feelings. Dayne isn't trying to get involved with any of that shit.

Harper’s eyes flash in excitement. She stretches up on her tippy toes - because even in five-inch heels, she only comes up to his shoulder. And instead of kissing him, as he expects, she takes her hand out of his pocket then reaches up and grabs his goatee. He gasps at the welcome bite of pain as she uses the hair on his face to pull him down to meet her. Despite the discomfort that she causes, when their lips meet, she is gentle, and her lips are soft and warm. Dayne is just about to wrap his arms around her when she breaks away, lets go of his goatee, and leaves him wanting more, much more.

Dayne stares heatedly at her for a moment before turning to order her a drink. Once he gets her drink, he turns back around and hands it to her. She smiles her little sexy smile up at him then takes a sip of the apple martini. Dayne can't take his eyes off her lips, wanting to kiss her again. Dammit, he needs to get her home.

“Dayne, do you dance?” Harper asks him.

Dayne's eyes snap up to meet hers. “Uh...not really.” He winces.

Harper's smile turns sweet. “All you have to do is stand there. I’ll do all the work.” She giggles.

Dayne cocks an eyebrow at her. “Just stand there?” he asks dryly.

“Mmm hmm,” she murmurs as she takes a sip of her drink. “Wanna try?” she asks.

“Let me get a couple more beers in me first.”

“Okay,” Harper chirps then turns to talk to Melina.

Dayne looks over at Vance to see the fucker giving him a knowing smile. Dayne gives him the finger as he finishes his beer. Vance smiles wider. “Can't fuckin’ wait to see you imitate a stripper pole!” he says excitedly. Dayne sneers at him and orders another beer.

Half an hour later, the four of them are on the dance floor. Vance and Melina are having a good old time together, laughing, flirting, and kissing. Dayne, on the other hand, is miserable. Harper's sexy body is dancing in front of him, brushing up against him, and giving him a raging hard on. He’s ready to go home and fuck her brains out. She’s such a tease. She knows what she is doing to him, but continues to do it anyway. If she thinks that she’s getting a gentle lovemaking session, bitch has another thing coming.

Harper is grinding her ass against his rock hard cock as her arms raise up so that her hands can grasp the back of his neck. Dayne can't wait another minute, he’s taking her to the bathroom. He grabs her chin and turns her head so that she can see his face. Her crystal blue eyes sparkle with amusement. Dayne bends down so that his lips brush hers when he speaks.

“I'm done with your teasing, little girl,” he growls.

“Mmm, what are you gonna do about it?” Harper purrs, desire flashing in her eyes.

Holy shit, he’s gonna come in his leathers. God, he has to have her, right fucking now. He grabs her hand and practically drags her through the crowd. Luckily, she thinks it’s funny and giggles the whole way to the bathroom. He pushes the bathroom door open, and two guys are washing their hands. Dayne pulls Harper in and holds the door open for the guys, who grin like fucking idiots at him. Once the guys are gone, Dayne locks the bathroom door.

He pulls Harper hard against him, her back to his chest. She gasps. Dayne bends down and starts kissing her neck as he moves them over to the sinks. The sensual gasps coming out of Harper's mouth make his dick throb. He bends her over the counter and grinds himself against her plump little ass.

“How bad do you want this?” Dayne rasps then bends over her and covers her breasts with his hands.

“So bad,” Harper moans, her heavy-lidded eyes watching him through the mirror.

Dayne wraps his hand around her long blonde hair and yanks her head back. She gasps again but it has nothing to do with pain. He licks up the side of her neck to her ear. Harper whimpers and rubs her ass against him. Dayne pulls the front of her shirt down, exposing her pink lace bra. He groans low in his throat at the gorgeous sight before him. He then tucks her bra cups under her perky tits. Dayne curses and uses his free hand to pinch both of her nipples until they are hard.

“You on birth control?” Dayne asks. If he can take her raw dog, he is so going to.

“Yes,” she pants.

“Any diseases I should know about?”

“No...please...” Harper moans, grinding her ass, searching for relief.

Thank god, she wants him as badly as he wants her. Dayne makes quick work of undoing her jeans and pushing them and her panties down. Then he unbuttons his leather pants and pushes them down his thighs. He takes himself in one hand and uses the other to spread her open. Hot damn, she’s ready for him; she’s so wet that she’s practically dripping.

Dayne rubs himself through her folds a couple of times, making her squirm. Then he positions himself, and with one thrust, he is completely seated inside of her, down to his base. They both cry out as he stills. She’s really tight and he needs a moment to control himself. Otherwise, it will be over before he really gets going.

“Fuck, you’re tight. You okay?” he grinds out, surprising himself for even caring. He’s never asked a woman how she was before. What in the world has gotten into him?

“Oh god...I'm fine...feels so good,” Harper pants.

Dayne looks at her through the mirror. Her perfect boobs are framed by her bra and shirt. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is parted slightly. Damn, she’s gorgeous. He can't think of any other woman as gorgeous as she is. He slowly pulls back then thrusts back in hard enough to make her breasts bounce. Dayne's big hands engulf her ribs as he pulls back out and slams into her again. Harper cries out.

“Faster,” she moans.

Dayne does as she asks and picks up the pace. He watches her in the mirror as he pumps into her. His hands move down to grasp her hips. Dayne knows that he isn't going to last too long, but he wants her to come with him, so he wraps an arm around her just beneath her breasts and pulls her up so that her shoulders touch his chest. His other hand slides between her legs from the front so that he can play with her clit. He tucks his face into her neck as her hands slip into his hair.

“Oh...fuck...” Dayne groans against her neck.

“Ugh...don't stop...” Harper cries. She drops her head back onto his shoulder, one hand gripping the back of his neck, while the other grasps his ass.

The sound of their bodies slapping together echo through the empty bathroom. Dayne works quick circles around her clit with his finger while he slams into her from behind. Harper's whole body starts to tremble and she lets out a little cry every time he drives into her. He knows that she’s getting close.

“Dayne! Oh my god, Dayne!” Harper gasps, the grip she has on his ass tightening.

“Fuck...come for me Harper,” he grunts.

Harper lets out a strangled cry as she comes. Her nails dig into his ass cheek. Dayne throws his head back and cries out as he comes with a few final deep thrusts. She’s still convulsing around him, milking him dry, just before they collapse against the counter, both panting heavily.

Banging on the door brings them back to reality. They both curse and untangle themselves from each other. Dayne watches Harper from his peripheral as she cleans up and straightens out her clothes. That had to have been one of the best fucks he'd ever partaken. She’s so free and honest. And she’s totally secure with herself, which Dayne finds extremely attractive.

Harper quickly fixes her hair in the mirror then turns to face him. Dayne can't resist the urge to kiss her. He crosses over to her and captures her lips with his. His arms wrap around her and he crushes her to him. Her hands tangle in his hair as their tongues fight for dominance. Shit, this woman is a danger to his heart.

More banging on the door has them ripping away from each other. Dayne takes her hand and throws open the door. He glares at the asshole who interrupted them as they walk by. He leads Harper back through the crowd until he finds Vance and Melina making out by the bar.