Owning Destiny (Forsaken Sinners MC Series Book 4) (10 page)

“Think you got one more round in there, stud?” I ask. Not like I would be mad if he couldn’t, but I’m pretty sure this man could go all night long if he wanted to. He didn’t even get fully limp after he came the first time. No, he’s got plenty more rounds to go and I’m happy to oblige.

“For you, baby, I’ll go as long as you want me to.” He reaches up and brings my lips down to his for our first kiss. Shit, to think that I had his cock in my mouth before I even kissed his lips is enough to make my grandmother turn over in her grave. It’s a good thing I didn’t like my grandmother.

The way his lips touch mine, it has so many emotions swirling around inside of me. It’s more than I thought it would be, more than I fantasized about. His lips are soft but they move with authority and a hardness that I can’t get enough of. He takes control of me with just the kiss. I can’t wait to see what he’ll do to my body once he takes my pussy.

Moaning into his mouth, I reach down to pull down my pants. I’m insanely happy I decided to wear a pair of my scrub pants today, though it’s not as if I have much else.

Mack growls and pushes one hand into my hair, controlling the kiss as the other hand pushes my shirt up. The feel of his hand on my stomach, then my side, and finally on my breast gives me a shiver all through my body. His touch brings fire to my veins, like a hit of the best fucking ecstasy on the streets would. Or so I’ve heard.

Hating to break the connection our lips have, but also having no other choice if I want to rid myself of my clothing, I pull away, but Mack doesn’t stop kissing me. Instead of my lips, he moves his lips down my neck and suckles one of my breasts while his hand still works the other into a frenzy.

I can’t get out of my clothes fast enough, but in my haste, I almost fall on top of him in a way that would probably end up hurting his manhood. Thankfully, I can correct myself before that happens and I’m able to rid my myself of my clothes, then I slam my mouth back onto his.

Kicking my leg up over his hips, I don’t even hesitate to reach down in front of me, grab onto his huge cock, and guide him to my entrance. Before he penetrates me, Mack breaks the kiss once again. I pout, but I try not to sound or look like a brat. Good things come to those who wait, right?

“You ready for me, baby?” he asks. I almost give him a smart retort to that ridiculous question, but fearing he won’t give me what I so desperately need, I just nod and beg.

“Please, Mack. I need your cock inside me.”

Without any more delay, he grabs on to my hips and slams me down onto his cock.

“Oh,
fuck
!” I yell out. The pain is more than I expected, but the pleasure is even more intense. Mixed with the discomfort, it’s probably the best thing I’ve ever felt. I could probably come right this second, but I do my best to hold off. I don’t want this to end yet. I need more of him. I need him to slam into me over and over again until I can’t feel my limbs. Until my throat is sore from screaming his name. And until I can no longer remember my own.

He doesn’t waste even a second, nor does he give me time to adjust. He continues the rough pounding and fast pace, but I’d be lying if I said I wanted him to stop or slow down. Fuck no, I want him so far inside of me that I no longer have my own identity. I want it to be like we are one and the same, two pieces to a whole.

“Shit, you feel so fuckin’ good, baby. So fuckin’ tight,” he growls and the sound of his rough voice brings me that much closer to the promised land.

“Oh God, I’m so close, Mack. Please,” I beg, though I don’t know what it is I need. Faster, harder? But even though I don’t know, Mack does. He knows exactly what it is my body is craving.

He leaves one hand on my waist, but it slides around toward my ass. He grabs a handful of flesh so hard, I know I’ll have a bruise in the shape of his fingertips by morning. With his other hand, he glides up my chest and grabs a fistful of hair.

Pulling hard, it forces me head to bend backwards to the point where it’s almost uncomfortable. Almost. The little bite of pain excites me and makes me feel like I’m at his mercy.

I’ve never experimented with any sort of kink before—even the small stuff such as hair pulling—but what Mack’s doing to me sets me on fire. It’s intense and thrilling.

My toes start to tingle and the fire I felt burning in my veins hits a whole new level of heat.

“Let go, Rose. Give in to me and I’ll give you the pleasure of a lifetime.” His promise has me closing my eyes and giving everything I have to this man with no thought and no fear. It’s freeing, giving up control and even giving into my orgasm. I’ve never felt this whole and peaceful before. I don’t want to ever let this feeling go.

“That’s it, baby. I got you,” Mack coaxes in that sexy voice of his.

I’m a goner. I come so hard that it feels like I’m lifted off this plane of existence and into the land of pleasure. I fly so high and the pleasure is so great that I think I black out. But no, I’m still here. I’m just floating above the scene taking place and the visual of it all has me never wanting to come back down. I want to stay here forever and see how perfect I look in the arms of this man. And to watch the look of pure, unadulterated pleasure on Mack’s face? That’s something I will treasure and hold dear until the day I die.

A while later, I finally come back down from my high and I find myself sprawled out on Mack’s chest, though he doesn’t seem to mind. My body feels tingly and I can barely keep my eyes open.

Cracking one eyelid open, I look into his eyes.

“Hey,” I croak, finding that it hurts to speak. I guess I was really screaming there at the end. Hopefully no one heard our little x-rated show we put on, but if they did, I hope they enjoyed it as much as I did.

“Hey, baby,” Mack answers back, lifting my face up to capture my lips with his. It’s a sweet kiss, nothing like the first one we shared, but I love it all the same.

Laying my head back down on his chest, I start to stroke over his heart as he makes long strokes up and down my back. It’s pure heaven being here with him, especially after the mind-blowing orgasm he gave me. I don’t even know if he came with me, but I can only hope he did. At least if he didn’t, he’s not fussing about it, which I appreciate. After not having sex for years, I’m going to need some time before I’m able to go at it again. I can already feel the soreness setting in.

I feel myself starting to drift off to sleep, but before I completely let oblivion take me, Mack speaks softly. “You know this changes everything between us, right?”

Thinking about his words and how I want to answer him, I stay quiet until I have the right thing to say. I know everything changes and I’m okay with that. But at the same time, I’m not some naïve little girl who thinks this means happily ever-afters or a diamond ring. Mack is still a biker and they do everything different. Am I okay with that? I think I am…for now.

I still think bikers are bad news, but I’m learning that not all of them are the same. There are good bikers, even outlaws. And I can only hope that Mack is one of them and this isn’t just a front he’s putting on.

“I know,” I say, but it’s not a sad confirmation or even a happy one. I’m just content to let this play out and see where this new road takes us. I’m still his nurse and he’s still my patient. That won’t change, nor do I want it to. But I also can’t deny I want more of what he has to offer. I want him in-between the sheets and out of them. I want to know this man both physically, sexually, and intellectually. He intrigues me and it’s been so long since something or someone has caught my interest. I can only hope he’s okay with what I can offer right now as well. It’s not much, but it’s all I have right now.

As time continues, we can always re-evaluate where we’re at, but right now, I just want to be what we are. No titles, no strings, or commitments. Just me and him. Mack and Rose.

“I’m not ready for anything concrete, but I like where we are right now. Can we just see where things go for now and not break everything down? We don’t need to analyze it or overthink it, do we?” I ask, praying he won’t be mad or demand more from me. I don’t think I could handle losing him just as I’m finally starting to get him.

“Sure, baby. Whatever you want. But just so you know, while we’re doing whatever we’re doing, you’re mine. I won’t share you with anyone,” Mack adds in a serious tone, and it makes me smile and feel warm inside. This man is truly something else. And I can’t wait to see where this new road takes us.

“And you’re mine. That means no club whores or whatever you call them. No random women or messing around while I’m not around. If you want me to just be yours, I expect the same thing from you,” I demand, unwilling to budge on that note. Cheating is a deal breaker for me, whether we classify what we are to each other or not. If he’s sleeping with me, he better be
only
sleeping with me.

Thankfully, Mack doesn’t want to fight it either. “I don’t think I could even if I wanted to, baby. You’re all I can think about, and now that I’ve had you, I don’t want anyone else.”

Chapter Nine

Mack

Two Months Later

Waking up, I feel Rose’s head on my chest, her arm wrapped around me, and her leg swung over mine. I’ve woken up this way for the past two months and I don’t ever want there to come a day when I don’t have this.

Meeting Rose was my light in a dark place. After getting shot, I didn’t think I’d ever be the same again…and in some ways, I was right. I’ve had to work harder and in the end, I’m a different person. But on the other hand, I’d like to think I came out the other side a better person and in a better place. Sure, I had my club and my adoptive children and grandchildren, but there was still something missing.

Since I was a little boy and my father was killed, there has been a hole in my chest. It always ached and it never got better. My mother tried for the longest time to make things right, but the hole I was in was too deep. After a while, she just gave up; on me and on life itself. I wish I could say that losing her affected me like losing my dad did, but I was too numb to feel her loss. I didn’t care about anything except trying to find something to make the pain go away.

But since meeting Rose, I can feel that hole inside my chest getting smaller and smaller. Now, I barely even notice it’s there, if it even is anymore. And I have Rose to thank for that.

Feeling Rose start to stir, I tighten my grip around her waist before relaxing. Kissing the top of her head, I whisper, “Good morning, baby. How’d you sleep?”

Rose lifts her head just enough to look at me and smiles. “Great. You’re actually quite a comfy pillow. Who would have thought a man as hard as a rock would be better than sleeping on feathers?”

“You think I’m hard as a rock?” I ask, amused with her morning banter. This woman still never ceases to amaze me.

“Well, most of you,” she says with a wink as her gaze darts briefly down at my morning wood then back up to my eyes again.

Looks like someone wants to play this morning. Good thing I’m always ready for her. “I’ll show you hard,” I growl before flipping her over onto her back and lifting my body overtop hers. It’s a little of a struggle, but much better than it would have been even a week ago. I just have to use my arm muscles a lot more when moving around, which I have no problem with.

“Hey now! What makes you think I want your morning breath all over me, huh?” If she wasn’t laughing and already opening her legs so I can nestle myself right up against her sweet spot, I’d think she may actually be serious.

Staring hard into her eyes, I say in a demanding voice that she can’t deny, “Because I say you do.” I take her lips in a brutal kiss that may leave both of us bruised.

Moaning into my mouth, her sounds of pleasure completely contradict what her movements are showing. Struggling underneath me, she puts on the show that she doesn’t want what she knows I can give her. But that’s okay. It’ll just make it that much sweeter when she finally submits to me—to what we both desire.

Grabbing both of her hands, I pull them above her head. Since we’ve started to sleep together, we’ve really gotten to know what the other likes when it comes to sex. Me, I like being in control because every aspect of my life demands that I have it. Plus, I’m used to being the one in charge. And Rose likes to be controlled, but only during sex. If you try to order her around otherwise, you better be prepared for a kick to the balls.

Holding her captive in one of my hands, my other travels down to her face, grabbing her chin to stop her from getting away from my kiss. “Stop fighting what we both know you want it, baby,” I say against her lips and it makes all her playful struggling cease.

Giving in fully to my assault, my hand that was once on her chin now travels down to her wet pussy. “Do you want me?” I ask in a rough voice, completely intoxicated by not only the smell of her pleasure, but from the knowledge that this woman is mine. She’s at my mercy and willing to do anything I tell her to do. It’s a heady feeling…one I would kill to keep.

“Yes, I want you,” she says on a sigh.

“Do you need me?”

“Yes, Mack. I need you, please,” she begs and I’m unable to put this off any longer. I need her more than she thinks she may need me.

Thrusting into her tight pussy in one go, I’m finally home. “Yes, please! Right there,” Rose screams out and it’s music to my ears. I love it when she begs for what only I can give her.

Wanting to tease her a bit, I stay seated deep inside her and don’t move so she doesn’t get any friction or pressure from my cock hitting deep inside her. “Tell me what you want, Rose.”

I can tell she’s getting frustrated but I don’t care. I want her to work for it, to
beg
for it. “You know what I want, asshole. Just give it to me already,” she spits out angrily.

Needing to punish her for her tone, I pull all the way out, only teasing the outside of her weeping pussy. “Tell. Me. What you. Want.” I say through gritted teeth. It’s almost as much torture on me as it is for her to withhold my cock from her, but if that’s what it takes to get her to say it, then that’s what I’ll do.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Mack. Just fuck me already,” she yells, the need taking over but her irritation still remaining.

I should make her beg more but honestly, I don’t think I can hold out any longer. Thrusting into her hard and fast, we both moan at the feeling of being connected.

Keeping a fast rhythm, I don’t slow down for anything. I’m racing for my finish, but I know she’ll still come. It doesn’t matter how fast or slow. I hit her so deep that nothing can stop her hitting that orgasm.

“Yes, Mack. Yes, please, don’t stop,” she begs, but I still need one more thing from her before I can allow either of us to fall off that cliff into oblivion. It’s something I’ve never had before and something I only want from her.

“Say my name, Rose,” I growl, pushing harder and faster yet into her.

“Mack, just fuck me, please.”

“No, say my real name.” I need her to say it. I know my given name coming from her lips will push me over the edge. I’ve dreamed of having her scream it since that first day in the hospital when she slipped and called me it by accident.

Rose’s eyes focus on me fully, and instead of a look of confusion or irritation, I see a look that’s close to love and devotion, but not fully. Either way, she obeys, and as soon as I hear my name from her sweet lips, I pull us both over the edge.

“Michael!”

***

A half an hour later, Rose comes walking into my room with a big smile on her face. “Are you ready to go, Michael?” she asks. Fuck, I love it when she calls me that. I’ve never heard sweeter words spoken.

After another round of sex, we lay around in bed quietly. I don’t know what she was thinking about, but I was playing the scenes over and over in my mind when she would say my name. Needing to hear it more, I told her that when it’s just me and her that I wanted her to refer to me as Michael. I liked the fact that she’s the only person to call me that, or even know that it is my real name. Plus, hearing her sweet voice murmur those few syllables is like listening to your favorite song.

“Yeah, baby. I’ll be ready in about five minutes. Why don’t you head on out and I’ll meet you at the truck?” I have a few things I need to do but I don’t want her to see. It’s not like it’s anything bad like doing drugs or masturbating, but I still don’t want her to witness it.

Truth is, our time spend rolling around in the sheets took a lot out of me. Usually I allow her to be on top because it’s hot as hell, and frankly, I haven’t been in the condition to take control as I’d normally like. But this morning, I had something to prove. To myself or maybe to her, I don’t know, but it just felt right. I only wish I wasn’t regretting it now.

I’m sore and shaky. I know she’s going to notice as soon as we leave, or at the latest, when we get to where we’re going, but if I can hold off on it, that’s exactly what I’m going to do. I don’t need her feeling bad or for her smart mouth to start spouting “I told you so’s,” or something of that nature. I’m fine and will continue to get better, but it takes a lot out of me sometimes. Usually I’m back on my feet and steady within a few hours, but no doubt after everything we have to do today, I’ll most likely be wobbly for a while.

Maybe she wouldn’t say anything about it, but I’m not going to take that chance. Not today; the day I go back to the doctor.

I’ve seen him a few times since I was released from the hospital for checkups, but this time I know it’s different. I’m stronger now and can walk on my own. The only thing I need to work on is building my strength back in my legs and my stamina. I’m not completely certain what he’s going to say today about how I’m doing or where we go from here, but I’m not worried about any of that. What does have me worried is what Rose is going to do. If they release me from needing an in-home nurse, will she leave? And if she does, will whatever we have between us go with her?

Not wanting to think about it just yet, I slowly make my way into the bathroom to brush my teeth and to shave. I usually don’t care much about the way I look, but I care about what Rose thinks. I want her to want me and to want to stay with me even when the doctor says I don’t need her to care for me anymore. I want her to stay for me.

I grab my cane—the other thing I can’t wait to burn as soon as I’m able—and sit myself in my wheelchair. I hate that I’m going back to the doctor in this thing, but I figure it will give me time to rest my legs.

Wheeling myself out into the common area, I see Rose talking with Dani. None of the girls have said anything to anyone about their pregnancies. I’ve almost blurted it out a few times, but I’m going to honor their wishes. They want to wait until they’re far enough along and they know for sure what they’re having before telling everyone else.

That day just so happens to be today and I can’t fuckin’ wait. I wonder who’s going to have a girl and who’s going to have a boy or if they’ll all have the same gender. And I wonder if Dani is having twins again. To me, it doesn’t really matter, but I can’t wait to find out. I want to brag that I’m going to be a grandpa again.

And yes, I’m excited about being a grandfather, even if it’s not by blood. That shit don’t matter anyway. It’s the way you feel about those that you think of as family.

Most men wouldn’t want to brag because they think people will consider them old. But news flash, assholes; age is just a number. If that’s the way they think though, then they deserve to be called old. But not me. I love being a grandpa. It’s the best feeling in the world. I think it even trumps the day I took on each of the girls as my daughters, the day I got my first bike, and even the day I helped start this club and took the gavel.

I never thought I’d get to be a grandpa because when I was at the ripe age of eighteen, I was told I would never have kids. It was impossible. I worked doing field work and we used lots of chemicals. I wore all the protective equipment necessary for such things, but it didn’t matter. For whatever reason, I got sick and went to the doctor. I thought it was just a flu, but when I walked out of that office, I felt like half a man. I was sterile and would shoot blanks for the rest of my life. At eighteen, I didn’t care that I couldn’t have kids, but I did hate that I felt emasculated. I got over that fast though, because it made it easier for me to fuck whoever I wanted and only worried about wearing a condom so I didn’t catch anything unsavory.

The other reason it didn’t really bother me was because I never met anyone that I’d want to take on the sort of responsibility with or share a child with. Then, I joined the club, and it wasn’t a place for children at that time. We were so busy getting ourselves established that there’s no way I could have handled a kid.

I guess it was destiny’s way of stepping in and making sure everything happened as it was supposed to. This is my road and I own it till the day I die.

Almost making it up to to the group before Rose spots me, I give her a smile and nod toward Blaze, where he stands off to the side with Louie and Toby. She smiles back at me and returns her attention to Dani just as Harley and EJ come barreling into the room with Jax hot on their tail.

“Morning, brother. You ready to get out of that chair for good?” Blaze asks, but he’s not looking at me. His eyes are locked on Dani with a look of love and lust. Those two are crazy about each other and I couldn’t be happier for them. They went through a lot of shit, but it brought them out the other side stronger and able to appreciate their feelings more. They still fight like hell, but it doesn’t seem as hateful anymore. It’s more playful now, though he still tries to tell her what to do and it pisses her off. She understands his need to protect her and the kids more, though.

“Fuck yeah I am, brother. Be ready for me with a big ass bonfire out back when I get home so I can burn this bitch,” I say. Blaze finally breaks his gaze on Dani to look at me. He breaks out into a booming laugh and the other two men follow suit, laughing at what they think is a joke. They really should know better.

“I’m glad to see I can still surprise you assholes. But I wasn’t kidding,” I say, but then change the subject. There was a reason I wanted to come over here before leaving this morning.