Owning Destiny (Forsaken Sinners MC Series Book 4) (9 page)

Maybe it’s retaliation from us killin’ that sonofabitch Titus, though he had it fuckin’ comin’. Shit, I wish that fucknut was still alive so I could skin him myself. So again, that doesn’t seem like what they are after.

But if not a territory war and not retaliation, what?

“Anyone got any ideas for what our next move is? ’Cause I don’t want to be standing around with my head in the clouds when shit comes piling down around us,” I say, needing to have a plan of action, but am in no state to think of anything clearly. Not with my next order of business that I need to bring up.

“How do you feel about sending in one of the prospects? Let them get a feel for them and see if he can find anything?” Toby says, but I really don’t want to have to resort to sending in a prospect. Yeah, they’re committed, but that don’t mean I fucking trust them. That’s why they don’t have a full patch, for Christ’s sakes. I’d rather send my mother in before one of them.

“Nah, that’s no good. If the Kings find out, they may be able to sway them to their side if we send in a newbie,” Blaze says and I almost want to smile. Boy fuckin’ thinks like me. I like it.

Everyone is quiet again, hopefully thinking about something we could do to get the ball rolling on this little problem we have.

After a few quiet but tense moments, Louie speaks. “How confident are we that they haven’t been tailing us or doing any research on us?”

I’m not sure where he’s going with that question, but I don’t have the answer. Thankfully, Toby is quick to speak up.

“I don’t know about any research, but as far as putting eyes on most of us, I’m pretty certain there are only a select few they know about. At least, that they can put a face to the name. Why, what you thinkin’, brother?”

“Well, if everyone is wanting to go the spy route, why don’t we send the Nomad in? Yeah, he’s been around for a few years, but he’s not associated with our chapter. And let’s be honest, it’s not like you go out much.” His last jab is directed at Tyke, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Actually, he doesn’t even look like he heard Louie if his facial features are anything to go off of.

I look around to the rest of my brothers to gauge what they think of the plan, then turn to Tyke. “What do you think about that, brother? Wanna go commando?” I ask, though it’s our best bet right now, so even if he didn’t like it, we may have to go against his wishes. I can only hope it doesn’t go that route.

“I’m good with that, Prez. Whatever you need,” he answers like the good solider he is. I swear, that boy lives and breathes the Marines even though he’s been out for almost ten years.

“Good. Toby, bring Tyke up to speed and get him set up with everything he’ll need to go dark. I want him in by tomorrow,” I say.

All the brothers nod and then Tyke and Toby start discussing plans and supplies across the table, but I put a stop to that. We ain’t done yet.

“Before ya’ll go off and start talking wedding themes, I have one other thing to discuss.” I pause and wait till I have every eye on me.

“We need to vote in a new VP.” I let speculation and gasps of surprise float around before continuing. What can I say? My mama always said I was a drama queen. “Skinner here has been holding something back from us. It’s come to a point where he no longer feels he can keep up his duties, but I’ll let him tell you all about that later. What I
will
say is I spoke to Elmo and he’s agreed to retire his patches, so as of right now, you are no longer VP of the Forsaken Sinners, Dixon Chapter.”

Skinner nods sadly, but he keeps his head held high as he stands on shaky feet and pulls off his cut. Taking out his knife, he proceeds to stripe his patches from his cut, then hands them over to me before putting his cut back on. It all takes a matter of minutes, but it seems to drag on for hours. It’s never a good moment when someone is stripped of their patches—of their free will or because they are a traitor.

Once I have his VP patch in my hand, I look around the room. “Skinner here has been on my right for as long as I’ve been sitting at the head of this table. I hate to see him go, but I do think I know the best person to pick up where he leaves off,” I say, then look to my son-in-law. “I nominate Blaze to be my new VP. Let’s vote.” I don’t drag it out. No sense in beating around the bush.

In order for the vote to go through and Blaze to be patched in as the new VP, it has to be a unanimous vote, but none of the brothers waste any time with their answers. “Yea’s” and “Yes,” ring out over and over until the vote is on me.

“Well, we all know what my vote is gonna be. Hell yes I want you as my VP, son,” I say, then hold my arms out to welcome him into my arms. He doesn’t hesitate and hugs me freely, without any quarrels that the men surrounding us would think any less of him. Shit, they’ll be offering the same once I’m done anyway.

Blaze wraps his arms around me and whispers, “I won’t let you down, Prez.”

I just nod, then pull back. “I know you won’t, son. I’m damn proud of all you’ve done for this club while I’ve been out, and I have no doubt of what you’ll do while sitting on my left. I love you brother,” I say.

“Love you too,” Blaze says back, then stands up. He smiles briefly at me before he’s engulfed in the arms of every other brother surrounding our table. Including his predecessor.

When things settle down, Skinner takes Blaze’s old seat while Blaze takes the seat on my left. “Any other order of business we need to discuss?” I ask, then look down at my watch. It’s almost time for my session with Rose, but I’m not sure I’m in the mood for it today.

“Nope. We’ll get Tyke put together and update you before he leaves,” Toby says. And on that note, I pick up the gavel before slamming it down on the table, drawing our meeting to an end. Then, wheeling over to Skinner, I give him a hug and tell him we’ll talk later before I head back down to my room. Fuck, I could really use a cold one right about now.

Opening my door, Rose is already waiting for me. Or maybe she never left since the mess I left behind is no longer visible.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” I say, not worried she won’t know what I’m talking about. She cleaned up all of the remnants of destruction I left behind.

“Well, I did, so let’s not discuss what is already done. Instead, why don’t you tell me why you decided your room needed a makeover by the Tasmanian Devil.”

I know what she wants from me and I probably even owe it to her to tell her, but right now, I’m not feeling very giving. “I think you need to just go on back to your room, Rose. I’m not feeling up to talking or even doing my PT tonight,” I say in a monotone, trying not to let all the emotions that are trying to bubble to the surface come out. There are so many, but I fear that the one that will come out is anger, and if that happens, Rose will be caught in the crosshairs. There’s a part of my mind that knows it’s wrong, but the rational part of my brain is currently being overshadowed by something dark and uncaring.

I hear movement so I turn to make sure she’s leaving, but instead, I find her plopped down on my bed with her arms crossed. Great, the sassy Rose is coming out now. Usually I love to do battle with that side of her, but not today. It’ll be like a volcano and a tornado colliding. It may ruin us both to the point we won’t walk out of it the same.

Chapter Eight

Rose

I don’t know why I’m pushing him but it just comes out. I want him to talk to me, to confide in me. I want to push his limits and see how far he’ll go. But mostly, I just want
him
. I can’t deny it anymore.

Over the last few days, it’s become abundantly clear I want this man more than my next breath. And I think he wants me too. He’s just better at hiding it.

“Leave.
Now
. Before shit gets ugly, Rose. I’m warning you,” Mack says, bringing me back to the present and what I need from him right now.

“Mack. I know something’s going on and you can talk to me,” I say in a soothing voice so he knows I’m being genuine. Is it so much to ask that I want to know him; know what is bothering him?

“I said fucking drop it!” he booms out, glaring at me with fire in his eyes.

There’s a part of me that knows I should be afraid of him, but I know deep in my soul that Mack would never hurt me. He’d go out of his way to make sure that never happened. I don’t even know how I know this, but I do. I know it like I know my name or my date of birth. But I also know he’s not ready to open up to me just yet, so I’ll do as he demands and leave it be. For the time being at least.

“Fine. I’ll drop the subject, but I’m serious. If you ever need to talk, maybe to run something by a person who isn’t too close to the subject, I’m here. I
want
to be here for you, Mack,” I tell him and I can see a little of the fire in his eyes ebb away, but not completely. He still has his guard up, but mine is completely gone. At least where he’s concerned it is. I don’t think I could put it back up if I tried.

“But we do need to do your physical therapy. You’re so close to getting back on your feet, Mack.” He needs to do this, but I would be lying if I told him I wasn’t being selfish as well. I want my hands on him. I want to feel like I’m doing something to help.

Sighing, Mack wheels himself over to his bed. “You’re not going to let me rest, are you?” he asks tiredly, and even though I don’t think he actually wants an answer, he’s going to get one.

“Do you remember our deal? You’re the boss man when it comes to things outside of your treatment, and I accept that. But you promised me something too, Mack. Do you remember?” I ask. I know he remembers, but with the mood he’s in, he may try to deny it or say he was lying about letting me be the boss with everything that includes his care. He promised he’d listen to me and do as I say. But what would I do if he told me he lied? Tell him I’m leaving? I just don’t think I’d actually be able to make myself follow through. I’d like to think I would because I try to always keep my word, but at this point, I’m not sure I could physically leave him.

Mack looks down at his feet and is silent for a few minutes. I don’t know if he’s thinking about our conversation from that day in the hospital or if it’s something else plaguing him, but he seems really deep in thought; like he doesn’t even remember I’m here with him. He looks lost and sad. Sure, I can tell he’s still angry about something, but the pain and hurt I see goes deep. What the hell happened to make him feel this way? Fuck, I wish he’d talk to me. Open up about how he feels, but also about his life. What his hopes and dreams are. What does he see for himself in five years? I want to know everything about this man.

I’ve tried to deny it but we have a connection. I don’t know what that connection is, but I feel it in my veins. The universe put us together, forced my life to intertwine with his. Like a force of nature, we are unpredictable, sometimes bad for each other, but at the same time, perfect for each other.

Moving so I’m standing in front of him, I drop down to my knees and wait until he looks me in the eyes. “I’m here, Mack. I’m not going anywhere. I know that something happened, and you don’t want to share…that’s fine. For now. But you also need to understand I’m here as your nurse too. And as your nurse, I’m telling you we
will
be doing your treatment today. Not because that’s what you promised me, but because you know it’s the best thing for you. So you can either sit there and pout while I force you to do them, or you can help me and we do them together.”

Mack stares into my eyes for what feels like forever, but he finally breaks contact to reach out and grab my hand. “Any sane person would have left the moment they saw the chaos I left behind in a fit of rage and confusion. A smart person would have left as soon as I started yelling for you to leave. But you…you stayed. I’m not sure if that makes you the most amazing creature I’ve ever known, or the stupidest,” Mack says without once looking up at me. He just holds my hand, playing with each of my fingers.

Reaching out my other hand, I grab his chin and force him to meet my eyes. “See, that’s where you’re wrong, Mack. A stupid person would have just left and never looked back. I may be crazy, but I’m crazy smart because I stayed when no one else would have.”

I want to kiss him so bad it hurts. I want him to devour me, starting with my lips and ending with my pussy. I’m just afraid of what it will all mean. But I’m more afraid he’ll reject me.

There’s been times I think he’s feeling what I’m feeling—this electric pull toward the other—but with my luck, it’s probably wishful thinking or me projecting what I’m feeling and seeing it in him. What if it’s not real but only what I want to see?

When the urge to pull him toward me and connect our lips is too great, I finally pull away. And with the loss of eye connection, I slowly feel the intense need to kiss him fade as well. It’s still there—I have a feeling that will never go away—but it’s manageable now, which is good because I don’t think I could stand it if I leaned in and he pulled away.

Clearing my throat, I take a step back. “Let me just run to my room quick to grab everything we need for our session and I’ll be right back. Why don’t you get comfortable in bed and we’ll get started as soon as I get back,” I say, but I don’t wait for him to agree or disagree. I just take off like a bat outta hell toward my room, needing the space to clear my head. If I don’t, there’s no way I’ll get through Mack’s massage and physical therapy without succumbing to my need for that man.

It takes me longer than I’d like to admit to cool myself down before going back to his room. I give myself about three pep talks and splash cool water on my face before counting to fifty. But finally, I’m ready to head back into the lion’s den—or in this case, the sexy biker den.

Knocking before I open the door, I’m a little surprised to see that he followed my orders to get in bed. But he did one better, or worse depending on the way you look at it; he has the blankets thrown off the bed and is sitting up in only a pair of tight boxer briefs.

All the air whooshes out of my chest and my mouth hangs open. I wouldn’t be surprised if my tongue was hanging out and I was panting like a bitch in heat. But holy shit this man was made from a sex god and cut with the finest body I have ever laid eyes on—both in person and on TV. Hell, he’s better than my best fantasy.

Mack chuckles like he knows what has my panties on fire, which he probably does. Heck, he probably did this on purpose, but I can’t be mad at him. I’m loving the view. I just hope I can keep my hormones in check and at least get through his treatment before I start acting like a teenage girl who gets to go backstage at her favorite rock concert. Somehow I think I’m getting the better deal though than those girls.

“Is there a problem, baby?” Mack asks with pure sex in his voice. I’ve heard him call me babe and even once heard him call me by my given name, but there’s something about the way he calls me baby. I love it.

“No,” I croak, then clear my throat. “No. Everything is fine.”

Moving closer to the bed, my heart rate picks up speed and I feel sweat break out on my upper lip and forehead. I feel like I could pass out, but I’ll be damned if I let that happen. No way in hell am I going to miss one second of viewing this amazing specimen of a man or feeling his enticing skin against mine.

“Could you, uh…could you lay down on the, uh, the bed,” I stutter, but there’s no way I can avoid it. I’m hot and bothered and don’t even care at this point.

“How do you want me, baby?” Mack asks, but I don’t think he means it in a medical fashion.

“I want you naked and your cock so deep inside my pussy while you make me scream your name,” I blurt out before I can stop myself, but it’s all the truth. And boy, do I want what I just said bad. Bad enough that I’ll beg if I have to.

“Well then, what are we waitin’ for?” he says. He reaches down to pull his boxers as far as he can down his legs. I don’t even see where they stop because I’m too busy staring at the raging cock that’s sprung free. And what a sight it is.

It’s longer than any penis I’ve ever come into contact with and that’s saying something. I’m not a whore—only having had slept with three men—but you’d be surprised the shit you’d see in the ER. I’ve had my fair share of being flashed by every type of penis there is, but Mack’s takes the gold, silver, and bronze medals.

But that’s not all. He’s not only long—I’d guesstimate him measuring at about ten inches at least—but his girth is something out of a fairytale porno. I’m not even sure if I’d be able to fit both hands around his size, let alone take him inside my mouth or pussy. But goddammit, I’m going to try, even if he splits me in two.

The tip of his glorious cock is an angry red color. Almost like a juicy strawberry that you want to suck all of the juices out of. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

Practically skipping the rest of the way to the bed, I take him in my hands; massaging the part of his body I’ve thought about handling since the moment I laid eyes on him. And the feel of him in my hands doesn’t disappoint. If anything, it just gets me even more excited.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” Mack groans, and the sound of him feeling pleasure from my hands alone makes my heart skip a beat.

Not able to take another second of not tasting him, I lean my head down and take him as far as I can go in one swallow.

“Shit,” he yells, but at the same time, he grabs onto my head and forces me down even farther on his cock, pushing my limits and making me gag.

“Yes, just like that, baby. Take it all.”

Enthused that he’s enjoying this as much as I am, I suck harder and bob my head faster. I’m too eager to taste him, to swallow his cum that I don’t care if I break my jaw taking him in or choke inhaling his dick. I want it so bad, I’m starved for it.

Humming my pleasure and eagerness, I start to use my hands; one stroking the parts of his cock I can’t fit in my mouth and the other massaging his balls. They’re heavy and pulsing already.

“Fuck, Rose. I’m gonna come if you keep that up,” he moans. His words make it seem like he wants me to stop or the very least like he’s giving me the option. But his actions are speaking louder than his words. He now has both hands tangled in my hair and his hips are working in tandem with his downward force on my head, and I’m loving every minute of it.

I’ve always been unsatisfied in the bedroom. I’m different than most girls. I don’t know why, but there’s never been anyone to give me exactly what I want—what I needed.

Every man I’ve brought home has been clean cut and polite, never taking what he wanted. And it’s left me with a bad taste in my mouth. I want to be dominated in bed and fucked with force. I don’t want hearts and flowers. I want whips and chains. And Mack is giving me everything my heart and pussy desires right now.

Seconds later, I feel him stiffen even more, which makes it even harder for me to fit him in my mouth, but not impossible. I’ve got determination and will see this through till the end.

“Fuck, fuck,
fuck
,” Mack chants over and over until finally he releases everything he has in my mouth and down my throat with a roar of completion.

I lessen my suction and slow my pace, but I don’t release him from my mouth. I’m not ready to let him go just yet. But before he’s even limp, he’s starts to harden in my mouth again and I have to pull free. My jaw feels bruised and I fear I may need to go to the doctor to have them wire my mouth shut so it can heal. That thought has me almost bursting out in tears from laughter.
Almost
. But could you imagine that conversation with the doctor when I tell him what happened? Yeah, I can’t either. Guess I’ll just have to rest it the old-fashioned way.

“Holy shit, baby. That was the best fuckin’ thing I think I’ve ever felt,” Mack says breathlessly, which makes me smile with pride.
I
did that to him. I reduced him to a one-word vocabulary at the end and had him so out of breath you’d think he just ran a marathon. And to add to that, he said it was the best thing he’d ever experienced.
Ever
. Yeah, I’m proud, but also hornier than I think I’ve ever been. Having him in my mouth and hearing his pleasure spikes my own.

Crawling up on to the bed and placing my body so I’m half on top of him and half not, I give him the most seductive look I can come up with. I don’t think I have to try hard. With the way I’m feeling, I think I could come with just his command to do so. No contact needed. And I’d be happy to do it for him too. I wouldn’t give a fuck, as long as that’s what he wanted and I got to release this pressure that’s building inside of me by the second.