Owning Destiny (Forsaken Sinners MC Series Book 4) (13 page)

“Well then, what do ya say I take you back to our room and I’ll give you a massage so you can relax?” she says, which has the guys whistling and the girls smiling big, wagging their eyebrows. They know as well as I do that a massage isn’t all I’ll be getting tonight.

“Yeah, I think that’s exactly what I need, baby.” I take her hand and almost run down the hallway with her right on my heels. Yeah, she wants it just as much as I do.

As soon as the door opens, I have her in my arms and my lips connect with hers in a desperate kiss. But Rose doesn’t complain. Instead, she reaches up to wrap her arms around my neck and kicks the door shut behind us.

“I need you, Michael,” she moans into my mouth before crushing her lips to mine again in a kiss that rivals the one I gave her seconds earlier.

Walking her backwards toward the bed, I spin us around so my back is to the mattress. Pulling away from the heated kiss, I smile wickedly at her. Sitting down, I lie back and pull my arms up and rest my head on them. “Strip,” I order. I want dinner and a show tonight.

She doesn’t hesitate, but instead of removing her clothes in haste, she surprises me. Taking a step back, she slowly lifts her shirt over her head. Twirling it around a few times, she tosses it at me. I don’t try to catch it but let it hit me right in the face. Before I reach up and remove it, I inhale deeply. Fuck, I love the way she smells.

“Michael,” she says in a singsong voice. “You don’t want to miss the show, do you?”

Quickly removing the shirt from in front of my eyes, I grin at her. “Hell no, baby. That would be a fuckin’ crime.”

Next, she reaches down and pulls the drawstring to her pants. I’ve noticed that she wears her scrub pants a lot, so one day I looked in my closet to investigate. We’d moved all her stuff into my room since she was in here every night anyway. She only had one pair of jeans hanging there. The rest were scrubs. Not that I mind her in those because she’s sexy as fuck in her nursing gear, but I wonder why she doesn’t have more jeans. And even the one pair she does have, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her wear them.

Maybe she’s so used to wearing them for work that she just doesn’t realize she’s wearing them. Or maybe she’s more comfortable in them. Who fucking cares though, because right now, she’s slowly pulling them down over her hips and letting them drop to the floor.

Standing in front of me, she’s a vision of perfection. Her long brown hair is flowing down her shoulders, pieces hiding the view of her supple breasts. She’s not very big, maybe a big B cup, but they’re perfect for me. Just enough for me to fit in my whole hand. Anything more than that is just a waste, anyway.

The bra and panties she’s wearing are a matching set. They’re blue lace, which brings out the color of her eyes. I love the color of her eyes; they’re deep blue. And when I stare into them, it’s like I can see into her soul. I can see into my own soul. The way she stares back at me, like she needs me―it’s the best feeling in the world.

Rose doesn’t make a move to remove anything else just yet. She allows me to get my fill as she eyes me up and down. Her eyes lock onto my rock-hard cock that is currently straining the zipper of my jeans. My pants are going to have to go soon, otherwise my zipper will break from my dick punching its way out to get to our girl, who is now starting to reach behind her back to unclasp her bra.

Her bra straps fall down her shoulders, but her hands hold the front of her bra up, keeping the beautiful sight of her tits from me. I’ll wait the few seconds for them to be revealed because I know they’re worth the wait.

“Slowly,” I say when she starts to lower her arms with the bra with them.

As she obeys my command, I watch in slow motion as her hands fall, followed by her bra, and then zero in on her erect nipples and breasts, that are heavy with want.

“Now your panties,” I growl, needing this to move faster, but at the same time, I never want it to end.

Instead of obeying right away, she smirks at me, then turns around so her back is facing me. I start to protest and order her to turn around, angry that she’s taking away the view of her tits, but then she starts to lower her panties in slow motion, and I want to kiss her feet.

From this view point, I’ll be able to see everything. It doesn’t take long before the little tease is bending over at the waist and flashing me an unobstructed view of her shaved pussy.

Not able to take any more, I jump to my feet and close the distance in one step. “I need to be inside you now, baby. I can’t wait another second,” I growl into her ear as I wrap my arms around her waist and lean my body over the back of hers.

She moans in approval, so I reach down to unbutton and unzip my pants, then as soon as my cock is free, I’m slamming into her wet heat in one thrust.

“Oh, fuck!” Rose yells, but I want to capture all her screams and pleas so no one else has the opportunity to hear her cry out in pleasure. I’m a greedy sonofabitch. I don’t even want to share the sounds she makes as she takes my cock deep inside her.

Keeping one hand on her hip to steady her as I continue to pound into her from behind, I reach my other around her and clasp it over her mouth. “Quiet, baby. You’re mine, which means everything of yours is mine; your sweet pussy, this delectable ass,” I say as I slap her hard once on her left ass cheek, “and that sassy fuckin’ mouth.”

She screams behind my hand, and I feel her cunt get tighter and tighter, letting me know she’s close. Picking up my pace, I rock into her hard and fast, hitting her so deep and just right so I know she’ll be coming all over my cock in no time.

Sure enough, not even four thrusts later, she screams and bites down on one of my fingers just as I feel her tighten her walls around my dick. It takes everything I have not to release inside of her and let her pussy milk every drop of cum I have, but I succeed.

Feeling her go lax in my arms, I walk us over to the bed and allow her to rest her body against it. “Want me to stop, baby?” I ask, rocking into her slowly.

“Yes, please don’t stop, Michael,” she pleads, and that’s all I need.

I thrust into her hard but at a slower pace than I set before. My legs are starting to shake and I know it won’t be long before my energy is completely depleted.

Lifting her right leg and setting it on the bed, I’m able to hit her deeper and her walls squeeze me just enough that she’ll make me come before I can even say my own name.

“Fuck, yes. So goddamn good, baby,” I groan, feeling the start of my orgasm taking hold. I am unable to stop it. Shit, not like I’d want to stop it anyway. It feels too fucking good.

Pumping into her two more times, I explode inside her just as she has another mini orgasm, but it’s enough to set my own into overdrive. “Ah, fuck! Shit,” I yell, unable to keep my voice down, but I don’t care if the whole world hears me or not.

We stay like that—her half lying on the bed on her stomach with me on top of her—for a few seconds before every little bit of strength I have left starts to leave me. But before it does, I position us both so we’re at least more stable on the bed with her lying on her side and me still behind her, with my cock still seated deeply inside her warmth.

“Shit, baby…you wore my ass out,” I say in a soft voice, incapable of speaking any louder.

Rose laughs softly and it’s music to my ears. Fuck, I love it when she laughs.

Minutes pass with nothing said between us and neither of us moving. Shit, we’ll probably end up sleeping just like this.

Before I fall asleep and let the darkness take me, I hear her say my name and shake my arm a little. “Michael?”

“Hmmm,” I murmur.

“I forgot to tell you before we came back to our room, but me and the girls are going shopping in the morning for the baby shower,” she says softly like she too doesn’t have the strength to speak louder.

I notice she doesn’t ask for my permission or even what I think of the plan and I love that about her too. She’s strong willed and not afraid to stand up to me when needed.

I’m starting to think that’s not the only thing I love.

“Okay, baby. Just be careful with my precious cargo,” I say.

“Don’t worry. I won’t let anything happen to your girls or the babies.”

“No baby, not them…although I want you to look out for them too. But I meant you.” She goes silent, but that’s okay. I’ll let that sink in for a day or two before I bring up what I’ve wanted to discuss with her for a few weeks now. I think it’s time we made things official between us.

Chapter Twelve

Rose

I wake to my alarm going off at six-thirty in the morning. Dani, Sara, and Harlow are going shopping with me today to get stuff for the baby shower, but also to just get out and have some girl time. I’m really excited for today but also nervous. This is the first time since I’ve been here that I’m leaving the clubhouse without Michael with me. It’ll be strange not seeing him for most of the day, but I’m hoping that when I get back, things will be clearer about what we’re doing.

Our relationship is fuzzy around the edges and smokin’ hot on the inside. I really like Michael and I’m happy, probably for the first time in forever, but I’m still unsure about what our future holds. Even though I’ve gotten to know him and the others in the club, is this something I want to be a part of for the long haul?

I’ve had this deep hatred for MCs and the people in them, but now I know they aren’t all the same. At least, not that I have seen yet, but will that change with time? Are the reason things are going so well because it’s still new? I wonder if Michael will get mean and become uncaring and possibly abusive the longer we stay together and the more comfortable we get. I don’t want to think that, but from what I’ve seen of my brother, that’s all I know.

I’m trying so hard not to transfer everything I feel about the way my brother is onto Michael and the rest of his family. They have done nothing to deserve my mistrust and fear, so it’s not fair to them to place them in the same category as Anthony and his gang, but that’s easier said than done.

It’s like being in a relationship with someone and you gave them everything. They were your world and you would do anything to make them happy. It didn’t matter what they’d done or the things they would continue to do…you’d keep sacrificing yourself because you thought you could never be happy without them. Or maybe you didn’t deserve or think you could do better than them. But once you finally get out of the relationship, and you’re single for a while, you try your luck at love again. But your future starts paying for your past. That’s kind of the way I’m feeling right now.

I hate being so caught up in my mind. It’s a scary place in there and to be stuck in there alone? That’s a disaster waiting to happen.

Needing to do something that will get my mind off these dark subjects, I carefully untangle myself from Michael’s hold and quietly get out of bed.

Michael is still sleeping and hasn’t even moved a muscle, from the looks of it when I turn around to look at him. I’m not quite sure what he did yesterday, but I know what we did last night before we went to sleep. Damn, I’m getting wet just thinking about it. That seriously was probably the best sex of my life. The way he made me strip for him, and then not being able to hold himself back any longer so he rushed me and took be right then and there. He worked himself and me pretty hard last night, so yeah, I can see why he’s still sleeping.

Jumping into the shower, I go through the motions of washing and drying myself, then walk out into the room to grab my clothes for the day.

I sneak a quick peek at Michael once more and find that he’s still out like a light. Smiling to myself, I look in the closet for something to wear. I don’t really want to wear my scrubs today, but they are comfy. I just don’t think it’s the best attire for a shopping excursion with the girls. No, I think I’ll wear the only pair of jeans I have and I’ll see if I can find a halfway decent t-shirt to go with it. I don’t need to dress up, but I still want to look nice.

After getting my clothes of choice on, I put my long damp hair into a ponytail. I don’t want to take the time to blow dry it, but I do want to put a little bit of makeup on. Once I’m finished, I head back out to the bedroom and find that Michael is finally starting to wake.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” I say, smiling at him. Damn, he looks so sexy after he wakes up. Actually he looks sexy no matter what time of day it is or what he’s doing, but there’s something about his bedhead, sleepy eyes, and lazy smiles that get me.

“Well, it’s a great morning now that I’ve laid eyes on you,” he says and my heart melts. This man could say the cheesiest lines yet I know with every fiber of my being that he’s speaking from his heart. That’s one of the things that I really like about him; that no matter what or who he’s talking to, he’ll always speak the truth and say what’s on his mind. That’s one of the things we have in common, not being afraid to speak our mind. His comes from being a leader and mine comes from knowing what I want.

Laughing, I make my way over to the bed and sit down, but he’s got other ideas. Grabbing me and pulling me on top of him, he looks satisfied. “So, you’re a man of many talents, huh? Talking dirty and spankings at night and sweet words and smiles in the morning. I like it,” I say, then lean down to kiss him softly. I have to meet the girls out front in a few minutes, so I don’t want to kiss him any deeper, afraid I won’t be able to pull myself away for another hour if I do.

“You’ll find that I can talk dirty and dish out spankings any time of the day, baby.” His voice is rough and gritty from sleep, but being as I feel his hard cock pushing into my stomach, I assume his tone is also that way because he’s in need.

“Well, as much as I’d love to see that play out, I have to get going. The girls are probably already waiting for me,” I say, a little sad and disappointed I made these plans now, but there’s no way I’ll tell him that. He’d probably order me to stay or tell the girls I can’t go. As much as I want to stay here with him and have buckets of rough sex with lots of dirty talk, I want to go with the girls more.

Groaning and closing his eyes before throwing his arm over his face, he nods his head. “Guess I’m destined for a cold shower this morning, huh?”

Kissing his lips, I say, “I’ll be back before you know it. Just think of this as a form of foreplay.”

Lifting his arm a little, he cracks open one eye and asks, “How so?”

“Well, think about how hot you’ll be for me if you keep thinking about all the things you want to do to my body for the next few hours,” I say in a sultry voice, grinding my covered pussy against the bulge underneath me.

He sucks in a harsh breath through gritted teeth and squeezes his eyes shut like he’s in pain. I almost feel bad for him, but I’ll be in pain too. My pussy is throbbing and aching to be filled.

Before I lose every ounce of willpower, I have to leave. I remove myself from on top of him and sway my hips as I make my way to the door, grabbing my purse from the chair on the way. “See you soon, stud.” With those parting words, I make my way out to the bar, excited for when I return. I wonder what he’ll have in store for me?

“Hey girl. You ready to go?” Harlow asks as I walk up to the table where they’re sitting with what looks like a hot cup of coffee. Mmm, coffee. That’s exactly what I need right about now, but them? I don’t think they should be drinking that.

“Um, I hate to be a Debbie Downer, but should you all really be drinking coffee?” I hope they don’t get upset with me, but I’m a nurse―it’s to be expected.

“Don’t worry, Nurse Rose. It’s decaffeinated green tea. But we did brew a pot just for you,” Sara says, making me smile with their thoughtfulness.

Squeezing her shoulder, I say, “You are a life saver.”

Once I have my coffee in hand, we make our way toward the door when we notice that someone is following us. Dani’s the first to turn around and see a man I’ve only seen a few times but have never talked to. I think Michael said he was one of the prospects or something like that. He’s not a full member, but he wants to be. He’s in the “try-out” phase, I guess, where he can try the club on for size, but really, it’s for the club to test him. They want to make sure he’s good for the club and loyal. Those things are very important, I’ve gathered.

“And what do you think you’re doing, Prospect?” Dani asks with attitude. I’ve learned that this is her way with a lot of people, mostly when she doesn’t know you well or if she’s testing you.

The prospect stops abruptly and looks like he’s staring down a lioness who is preparing to pounce on her prey. “Uh, I’m supposed to escort you, ma’am.”

“What the fuck? Ma’am? Do I look old enough to be referred to as such?” she growls back. It’s kind of funny to watch her go up against a man that is twice her size and see this man wither under her glare. Although, from the stories I’ve heard about Dani, I know she can pack a pretty big punch, so the attitude she puts off…she can back it up one hundred percent. Shit, I’m kind of scared of this girl right now.

“No, ma’—I’m mea―no, Miss.” This man has no idea what to do right now. I feel bad for him.

“Oh, now I’m a miss? Jesus Christ, do you realize who you’re talking to? I could kill you right now and it wouldn’t make me lose any sleep at night,” Dani says, but I can hear a little bit of amusement in her tone now. She’s loving every second of this.

This time, instead of answering with words, he just nods, but he keeps eye contact with her. He’s got some balls, that’s for sure.

“Good. As long as you know that,” she says, then crosses her arms and asks, “Now, who told you we needed an escort?”

The prospect looks like he doesn’t want to answer, but he knows he doesn’t have a choice. Opening his mouth to respond, he gets interrupted by a loud, booming voice from behind him. “We did.”

Looking past him, I see four large men who look ready to do battle. Michael is in the middle, and he’s flanked by Toby, Louie, and Blaze. Looks like we’re all getting ganged up on.

“Oh come on! Really?” Dani yells, hands on her hips now. She looks ready to breathe fire.

Not wanting to upset anyone and knowing the men only want to make sure we’re okay, I decide to defuse the situation.

“Dani, maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea for him to follow us. It’s not like he’ll be breathing down our backs, right?” I ask pointedly, looking at the prospect, then directing my gaze to Michael.

“No, he’ll keep his distance,” Michael answers and the prospect nods.

“There you go. No harm done,” I say. “This way, he’ll be able to hold all of our bags while we continue to shop till we drop!” I add in with more enthusiasm than I feel. I don’t really like shopping, but today, I’ll do my best to have fun with the girls. Who knows, maybe my perspective will change.

“Fine, but he’s carrying all of our bags and he better not bitch about it,” Dani says in defeat, but still with attitude.

She turns around to go outside and the other girls follow. I turn to look back at Michael and he gives me a big smile, like he’s proud of me for something. I just don’t know what. I only said what I did so there wouldn’t be a fight. I’ve learned there are some things you just don’t need to argue about, and this isn’t one of them. Plus, it won’t hurt, especially since there’s still a fear inside me that my brother will turn up.

Shit, maybe this isn’t such a good idea. And with having the girls with me, what if one of them gets hurt?

Michael must see the war I’m waging from my face because he makes his way up to me and gathers me in his arms. “What’s wrong, baby?”

I don’t want to tell him why I’m scared. He doesn’t need to know, but then again, what if it will help? Fuck, I don’t know what to do.

“Do you think we’ll run into any problems? Is that why you’re sending someone with us?” I ask, figuring if he thinks there’s something to be concerned about, he’d tell me. At least, I think he would.

“No, baby. It’s just as a precaution we always follow when the girls go out. It makes the guys feel better and I know I’d feel better as well knowing that you girls will be safe. The prospect can handle anything that comes at him, and we won’t be that far away if he needs back up. But don’t worry, baby, nothing is going to happen.” He kisses my head and pulls back to look me in the eyes with a smile on his face.

“Now go. Have fun. I’ll see you soon.” With that, he shoos me away and I feel a little bit better. Maybe I should have told him, but he’s right. Nothing is going to happen and we have the prospect if it does. I really don’t think my brother would be dumb enough to try something when we are surrounded by a lot of people. We’ll be at the mall most of the time, so we’ll be fine.

***

The ride to the mall is full with playful banter and talk about the upcoming babies. Dani is excited for her twins to have a baby brother and says they are probably more excited than she and Blaze are. I find that so cute that the twins are happy about having a brother. Most little kids love and hate the prospect of having another sibling in the house, afraid that they will no longer get the attention they’re used to. But on another note, they’re thrilled to have another brother or sister to play with.

Harlow talks about her worries about having twins, but I know she’ll be fine. With Dani there to help her through it, and Sara as another strong friend, she’ll be just fine. Plus, she has all the guys around too.

Sara is thrilled to be having a baby. She said she never really thought about having kids, but she’s so excited that she and Toby will be starting their family together. They got married a few years ago and things have been great with them. I’m so happy for them. All of them.