Rewriting Destiny (Forsaken Sinners MC #1) (19 page)

“Take your hands off of me,” I tell him calmly, pulling my arm free, then turn around to follow Zane outside. He hasn’t even noticed yet that I’m not right behind him. But I don’t make it even one step before the guy grabs me again, pulling me into him so my back is pushed up against him.

“Where you going, baby?” I struggle to move away, but he brings his arms around my chest, holding me in place.

“Last chance, asshole. Get your fucking hands off of me.” If he doesn’t release me in three seconds, he’s going to regret ever touching me. I’m barely holding in my anger as it is. I flash back to the time when I wasn’t able to stop someone’s unwanted touch.

“I think the bikers can survive without their whore for one night. It’s my turn for a ride,” he says, then runs his filthy tongue from my ear down to my neck.

I’m getting ready to teach this fuckwit a lesson when Zane comes charging in, looking frantically around the bar. When his eyes find mine, his expression goes from worried to a pure rage. I can practically feel it rolling off of him from where I’m standing. It’s fucking sexy as hell!
Shit, get your head in the game, Dani.

If I don’t do something now, before Zane makes his way over to us and takes things into his own hands, I’ll miss my chance to beat this guy’s ass and I can’t let that happen. I need to do this.

I slam my boot down onto his foot, which loosens his hold enough to free me from his grasp. I throw my elbow into his nose, spin around to kick him in the nuts, and then grab him by his shoulders to deliver a knee in the gut. That should teach him not to call me a whore and put his hands on me again.

I look down at him sprawled out on the floor and decide he needs a little more incentive, so I kick him one more time. Leaning down, I make sure he sees me before I speak. “If you ever even
think
about touching me again, you’re a fucking dead man. You hear me, you piece of shit? You're fucking dead,” I tell him in a calm, but firm voice. Then I spit in his face and turn around to a stunned Zane.

“Let’s get the fuck outta this shithole.” Walking past him, I head straight for my truck. Thank fuck we are going to the clubhouse, because I need another drink or maybe even the whole bottle after dealing with that asshole.

Zane doesn’t say anything as he follows me outside and watches me get into my truck, then rushes over to his bike that’s parked on the other side of the street. I don’t even wait for him before I turn onto the road and head toward the clubhouse. I want to get there and get myself a drink. I don’t want to think about what could have happened had it not been for Toby teaching me self-defense, and I absolutely don’t want to give my brain time to go back to the night I didn’t know how to take care of myself.

I pull into the parking lot and see Zane come barreling in right behind me with a scowl on his face. Guess he doesn’t like being left behind. He can get over it, though, because I don’t wait for anyone. As I head inside, I hear him calling for me, but I ignore him and keep on going. My only objective is to get to the bar.

Mack looks over when I walk in, sees the expression on my face and immediately makes his way to Zane. I should go make sure Mack doesn’t think he’s the reason I’m so pissed off, but I figure he can handle himself.

“Give me a triple shot of Jack,” I yell down to the prospect who’s behind the bar. It doesn’t take long till I feel two people standing behind me. I know they’re Mack and Zane, but I wait until I’ve downed my first shot and demand another before I acknowledge them. I wait for the questions and the lecture, because I know both are coming my way from at least one of them.

“You wanna explain what the fuck that was back there, Baby Girl?” Zane asks with his arms crossed over his chest. I glance at Mack and see him in the same position and with the same look of irritation.

“What the fuck do you think? The guy put his hands on me and called me a whore, so I taught him a lesson,” I tell them in the same tone of voice I would use to tell you about the weather. They are both quiet for a while, only staring at me like I’ve lost my mind. Since neither of them is saying anything, I turn back to the bar and find a new shot in front of me.
Cheers to the fucking prospect.

After a couple of minutes of silence, I turn to see if they need anything else. I have drinking to get back to.

They share a look of awe, mixed with anger and irritation with each other. Well, they can go fuck themselves. I don’t need to explain my actions to anyone. They should be happy I didn’t have my gun or knife with me, or they would have had a big mess to clean up.

I down my next shot and yell to the prospect to leave the bottle with me. It’s going to be one of those nights. I’m going to regret it tomorrow, but right now, this is all I want: just me and my bottle of Jack.

Chapter 20

I wake up the next morning with a pounding headache and feeling way too warm under the heavy covers. It feels like someone has thrown every blanket within a ten-mile radius over me.

Opening my eyes, I realized that I'm not at home. But before I completely freak out, I notice a picture of my grandmother on the nightstand, like the one in my apartment. Why would I be at my apartment instead of my house?

When I throw the covers off so I can cool off and grab some Tylenol, my hand brushes against flesh.
What the fuck?
I turn my head to see who’s behind me and come face to face with a sleeping Zane.

I practically fall out of my bed in my hurry to get away from him. I’m confused, and honestly a little freaked out as to why he is here, and more importantly, in bed with me.

As soon as I’m standing, I move quickly to the other side of the room.

“What the fuck?” I say louder than I intended, causing him to wake.

He sits up, wipes the sleep from his eyes, and looks over at me. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

Baby? Since when does he call me baby?

“Ah, you mind telling me what the fuck you’re doing in my bed?” What the fuck happened last night? Last thing I remember was challenging Toby to a game of pool while drinking out of the bottle of Jack. How did I get to my apartment? And why is Zane here with me? Fuck, I don’t remember anything. Did we have sex?

Zane laughs quietly for a couple of seconds until he looks up and sees I’m not laughing with him. I don’t find this shit funny at all! I’ve never drank so much that I couldn't remember what the hell happened. Or maybe I have, but I’ve never woken up to someone in my bed to make me question what I did the night before. If I find out we fucked, I’m going to kick his ass. He should know better than to mess around with a chick when she’s three sheets to the wind.

“Well, after you finished that bottle of Jack, you were trying to pass out on the couch. I didn’t think you’d want to stay at the clubhouse, so I asked Mack for the key to your apartment so I could put you to bed.”

Okay, well that explains how I got to my apartment, but not why he stayed the night with me.

I don’t say anything, only wait for him to continue, but he must think that’s all I need to know because he doesn’t say anything else. He sits there staring at me like I’m the one who fucked up.

“I’m going to ask you one more time before I lose my patience. What. The. Fuck. Are you doing here?” I cross my arms over my chest and wait for him to answer me.

“I figured I better stay to make sure you didn’t throw up in the middle of the night and end up choking on your own vomit. What the hell do you think I’m doing, Danielle?” His voice turns hard. He’s pissed, which only serves to pisses me off more. Does he really think it’s acceptable to sleep in my bed? Okay, so it’s sweet that he was trying to take care of me, but he could have slept on the couch or something.

“Well, I appreciate you wanting to make sure I was okay, but if I ever wake up with you in my bed without me inviting you there, you’re going to be missing a certain part of your anatomy.” I head into the bathroom. I need something for this headache from hell, and a nice hot shower.

When I step out of the shower, I realize that I forgot to bring in a change of clothes. I hope Zane is out of my bed, or better yet, out of the apartment all together.

I am almost to my bedroom door when I hear Zane coming up behind me. As I turn to ask what he’s still doing here, he grabs me by the hips and pushes me into the wall, locking his lips on mine. Holy. Fucking. Christ. He tastes fucking amazing! It’s everything I remember his kissing to be and more.

Without my permission, my arms come up around his neck, pulling him closer to me. My towel slips off of my body, but I don’t even care. Zane growls and before I know it, he has lifted me up and wrapped my legs around him. Then I feel a dull pain in my back from the wall as he traps me between it and his body. I need to put a stop to this before it goes too far, but God damn it, this feels too fucking good to stop.

He breaks the kiss and lowers his lips to my neck. “Fuck! You are too fucking sexy for your own good.” He groans and continues his assault, working his way back up to my mouth. Then he grinds himself against my bare pussy, which causes me to moan into his mouth.

I barely register that we are moving until I feel myself falling backwards onto my bed. Zane doesn’t miss a beat as he breaks the connection with my mouth and starts trailing little kisses and licks down my stomach toward my pussy. Holy shit, the anticipation is almost too much.

When he makes his way all the way down, I feel his hot breath on my clit. “Oh God,” I whimper. He’s hardly done anything yet and I feel like I could come.

“You taste so fucking good, Baby Girl,” he says. “I’ve dreamed of tasting you on my tongue for so long.”

He sucks my clit into his mouth and I instantly come.

“Fuck!” I yell, but he doesn’t stop. I can feel my pleasure rise again, which has never happened to me before.

“Zane…please…” I beg, not knowing what I’m begging for. All I know is that I don’t want him to ever stop. He doesn’t disappoint, alternating between nips and licks and sucking my clit hard. I'm breathing so fast that I fear I could pass out. “Fuck…shit, don’t stop.” My second orgasm is right there, within my reach. I only need a little more pressure and I will fall over the edge again.

I feel him bite my clit, creating pleasure and pain so intense it has me contracting over and over, it’s so intense I hope it never stops.

When I finally fall back down to reality, Zane is kissing his way up to my lips. “I can’t wait anymore, Baby Girl, I need to be feel you squeezing my cock with your tight pussy.” Nodding eagerly, I reach for his zipper and pull his cock out.

“I need that too! Please, Zane, fuck me.” My words have him losing all control, but I wouldn’t want it any other way. Spreading my legs wider, he hovers above me and stares deep into my eyes.

“Please,” I beg, but it does the trick. Thrusting hard and fast, I feel him fill me up completely. He holds himself still, giving me time to adjust to his size. It’s been almost a year since I last had sex, but I don’t feel any pain, only intense pleasure.

“Fuck, you're so fucking tight.” He still hasn’t moved since his initial thrust, so I move my hips, trying to entice him to fuck me.

“Baby Girl, you need to stop that. I don’t want to hurt you.” He says, pained from holding back.

“If you don’t fuck me right now, it will hurt me. Please, Zane. I need you.” And that’s all it takes for him to forget his worries and fuck me like we both want—like we both need.

He thrusts slowly at first while kissing me, then starts to pick up the pace.

Feeling him inside me, pounding into me at a fast rhythm, I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven. I’ve never felt this much pleasure from sex. Of course, I don’t have much to go off of besides pleasuring myself, but it’s more than I could have fantasied about. With Zane, my whole body feels alive with sensations I didn’t even know existed.

Grabbing me behind my knee, he pulls my leg up over his shoulder, hitting a spot inside me no one but my vibrator has ever touched.

“Ahhhh! Fuck, right there!” I come on the next thrust, my pussy clamping down around his hard cock.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come, baby,” he growls in my ear. He pumps himself inside me four more times, each so deep I know it’ll leaving a lasting impression for weeks to come, before I feel him empty himself inside me.

Without pulling out of me, he rolls us over so I’m lying on his chest with him stroking my back.

After he’s quiet for a few minutes, he lets out a long sigh, he says, “Shit, Baby Girl, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

I lift my head and glare at him. “Are you fucking kidding me? Your cum is still warm inside me and you’re already apologizing and regretting it?” I yell at him, then get up to stomp into the bathroom.

I can’t believe that fucking happened. What the fuck was I thinking, letting it go that far? But that’s just it, I wasn’t thinking. He surprised me when he kissed me and my brain shut off. Now he regrets it, like he did last time.
Fuck! I’m so stupid!

Zane's knock on the bathroom door interrupts my thoughts. “Baby Girl, open the door.”

I don’t respond; instead I start the shower and step inside. I need to wash his scent off of my body. I won’t be able to stand smelling him on me when I face him.

“Danielle! Open this fucking door now, or I swear on all that is holy I will break it down,” he yells through the door, but I don’t answer him. I need to take a couple of minutes to think of the best way to deal with this. Can I still try and salvage our friendship now? Should I? God fucking dammit! Just when things were starting to look up, this had to happen.

“Baby Girl? Please…please open the door. I’m sorry, that’s not how I meant that to come across. I fucking love you. Of course I don’t regret what happened. I only meant that I didn’t mean to
fuck
you like that, but I couldn’t help myself when I saw you in that towel.”

So he doesn’t regret it? I could have sworn the way he said it that that was what he meant, but maybe I overreacted. Would he have clarified himself if I hadn’t jumped to the worst possible conclusion?

I step out of the shower and unlock the door. He opens it immediately and starts to say something, but when he sees I’m naked, he stands there looking at me with his mouth hanging open. Hoping to get back to the way we were before I freaked out, I take his hand and lead him over to the shower. When I step in, he takes off his pants and joins me.

Turning me around so that I’m facing the wall, he grabs my body wash and starts washing my back. When he’s done with that, he washes my front, spreading the lather onto my breasts. Giving them a small pinch, he then works his way down until he reaches my pussy.

“Open,” he says, his voice husky with desire. I obey without question, anticipating his fingers touching me.

He rubs me softly, and grinds his hardening cock against my ass.

“I just had you, but I want you again,” he says in my ear.

I moan, moving my hips with the same rhythm his fingers are fucking my pussy. “What’s stopping you, then?”

Instantly, he pulls his fingers out of me and pushes on my lower back. Bending forward and placing my hands on the end of the tub, I feel his cock at my opening.

“Hang on, Baby Girl.”

He slams into me in one hard thrust, and if I hadn’t been holding myself up, my head would have hit the wall. He sets a fast pace right away, and doesn’t slow until my first orgasm hits me.

“That’s right, baby, clamp that tight pussy around my cock.” His thrusts remain slow but deep until my orgasm has died down completely, then he picks up his pace again.

His hold on my hips is hard, but it only adds to my pleasure. I start meeting him thrust for thrust, wanting to make him to lose control.

“Fuck me harder, Zane,” I say. I am instantly rewarded with him pulling almost all the way out and slamming back into me.

“Is this what you like? You want me to fuck you so you won’t be able to walk?” I don’t answer him, but he already knows the answer. My pussy clamps down around him again at his words and this time when I come, he follows me into oblivion.

***

A couple hours after our shower, we are still lying in bed. We haven’t spoken much, only holding each other and exploring each other’s bodies.

Zane is the first to break the silence. “What are you thinking?” he asks in a quiet voice.

Knowing we need to get this talk over with, I don’t hesitate for long. “I was thinking about where we go from here.” I continue running my hands across his chest with my head on his shoulder. I love lying with him like this. It’s like we were made to fit together.

He reaches up and lifts my chin so I’m looking into his eyes. “I don’t know what you think is going on here, Baby Girl, but you are mine. I’m not letting you go. I just got you back and nothing will take you away from me again, not even you,” he says with conviction and maybe even a hint of anger, though I don’t think it’s directed at me.

Maybe he’s right. We’ve lost so much time and even though I don’t want to admit I still love him, I know I do. Instead of answering him with words, I let my kiss show him how I feel.

This time when he enters me, it’s slow and with purpose. This isn’t about our pleasure, it’s lovemaking in its purest form. When we come together, I call out his name while he calls out mine. We fall asleep still connected, then wake and make love again before we finally get out of bed.

When he walks into the kitchen after his shower, he comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Mack called, said he wants us to stop by the clubhouse.”

I completely forgot Mack wanted us there last night for a reason; we never got around to finding out why. Or at least I didn’t.

“Did he ever tell you what’s going on?” I’m hoping Zane at least has an idea what to expect. It must not be club business if they want me there too.