Secret Destiny: Sins of Odyssey Book 1 (2 page)

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The room off the bar was dark and empty except for a few overstuffed chairs arranged in the center and boxes of extra kitchen supplies along the walls. Sleazy and far from romantic. They entered the room and Destiny pointed to a chair for Darius to sit. Music and flickering lights drifted in through the tinseled curtains. A gorilla, er, bouncer stood guard at the doorway. Darius tried to make himself comfortable in the overstuffed chair while he watched Destiny take off the scrap of material of her G-string and toss it on another chair. He admired her runway strip of pubic hair then met her gaze. Sipping from a bottle of water, she gave him a long, lustful look. He could tell it wasn’t faked.

In her thigh-high platform boots, she strutted over to him. She spread her legs and he could see her moist pussy. Digging his fingers into the armrests was the only way to keep control, keep from touching her, pulling her down on top on him.

He groaned low in his throat. His cock was so hard, he didn’t know how it wasn’t busting out of his jeans right now. Her hands slid up his thighs and touched his shaft. He groaned louder. “This is crazy.”

“Miss me, Darius?”

“Jesus, yes.” Her breasts were so close to his face. If he bent forward a little he could take her nipple in his mouth. He glanced at the bouncer, who kept his eye on them. Fuck. He didn’t dare move or touch her or he’d be out on his ass so fast, he wouldn’t have a chance to take a breath. The dude wouldn’t care that they were lovers. Rules were rules in the club—no touching. At least he couldn’t. She could and she was, and driving him mad.

Straddling him now, she rocked her bare pussy on his cock. If only he could take it out of his pants. “You like that?” She rubbed her bosom against him.

“Yes,” he breathed. If she rubbed her pussy on his cock any more, he’d probably come in his pants. “You’re punishing me for being away so long?”

“You got it.” Climbing up on the chair, she flung her legs over the back and braced her hands on the armrests so her pussy was in his face.

Her womanly scent intoxicated him. His mouth opened, then he clamped his lips shut. Too tempting. He almost lost it and leaned forward to taste her. “I want you,” he said. He didn’t fucking care if the bouncer heard or not. “I want to taste you.” He thought about what they’d be doing later, and it made him so horny.

“Don’t stay away so long next time.” She rocked her hips and he tightened his grip on the chair.

“Got to work.”

“I hear that.” She sighed as she slid down and dropped onto his cock, then spun around and stood up. Bending over, she gave him a prime view of her ass. “How long are you back down here for?”

“A while.”

She gave him a scathing look. “I’ve heard that before.”

“Can I see you tonight?”

She smiled and glanced down at herself.

“I mean, can I come to your place tonight? I want you bad. You want it too. Your nipples are hard.”

“Are they?” She squeezed her breasts and slid a hand between her legs.

“I can see you’re wet.” He lowered his voice so the bouncer couldn’t hear. “But I have a job you might be interested in.”

She rolled her eyes. “This one makes me a lot of money. You have no idea what my school loans are up to.”

He grinned. “I know you’re in a bind, and I want to help out.”

“And how can you help out?”

“I could move in, for starters.”

She laughed. “I want someone I can count on, not someone who takes off for weeks at a time, then suddenly reappears.”

“It’s the job.”

“And you can’t text or phone?”

“You’re right. We can put in eighteen-hour days during these events. I rarely look at my phone. It’s time I change that.”

She sighed. “I’ll believe that when I see it.”

“You will. And I do want to help. I know of a job where you could make a lot more money.”

“Really? Who do I have to kill?”

He laughed. “Nothing like that. I don’t have all the details. A friend who works at a club told me we should look into it and talk to the manager.”

Destiny frowned. She only frowned when she got serious. “Remember I’m already taking a huge risk working this job. If the ethics committee ever found out, I’d never be able to practice law. And you’re asking me to add more risk?”

“Song’s over,” the bouncer announced, meaning the lap dance was over too.

“Take a break,” Darius whispered. “Meet me outside. I have my camper. I’ll tell you about the job. We can do it together.” He gave her a smoldering look, hinting to what he planned in the camper.

She frowned again. “I only get ten-minute breaks.”

He locked his gaze with hers and she bit her lip. Desire flamed in her eyes. His cock throbbed again. “Okay. Give me a half-hour or so.”

* * *

After freshening up in the bathroom, Destiny slipped into a black pleather corset dress and black platform studded heels. She danced and stripped and worked the bar for tips and tried not to pay attention to Darius. He’d only distract her and get her hornier. Every nerve in her body craved him.

Their lap dance had made her so hot. Slipping off her pleather dress, she gave a man at the bar a pretty pout, but she couldn’t stop thinking about Darius and how badly she wanted him. As she closed her eyes, a liquid heat gathered deep in her core. She’d been so close to coming during the lap dance. That had never happened with a client before.

Darius finished his beer and she cast him a glance as he walked toward the exit. Her body surged with hunger. How did that man drive her to such lust? She’d never wanted anyone as much as him. As much as they were sexually compatible, she didn’t know if anything long-term would be in the cards. Other priorities, obligations and career goals got in the way. They had fun times, reckless and amazing sex, a satisfying but frustrating relationship, but not always dependable. She wanted dependable, wanted a future, a family. That lingering pain stabbed at her heart at the loss of her parents. They died too young. Would her life meet the same fate? She must be foolish to think she could have a future with Darius.

She finished her dance and made another round for tips, then told the bartender, Grace, the boss’s wife, she was taking a quick break. She said she needed air and had another outfit in her car.

“Need an escort?” Grace asked. The fortyish brunette wore a bustier and jean skirt tonight as was about as attractive as most of the strippers who worked the at the club. The woman was a lot nicer than her husband.

“No, I’m fine.” She rushed into the ladies’ locker room, where she stripped and slipped into an oversized tee shirt, no underwear or bra, grabbed her keys and ran out the door. She noticed her boss in his office. Thank God.

Hobbling across the gravel parking lot, she cursed herself for not taking the heels off and putting on her sneakers. Darius had parked his pickup camper at the far end of the parking lot. Good for privacy, not good for walking in heels. She wanted to feel his warm skin against hers right now. But ten minutes. What could they do in ten minutes? When she got to his truck, he opened the door and lifted her inside.

The hunger in his eyes was the Darius she knew. Every woman should have an awesome lover like Darius at least once in her life. A man who could pleasure her like no other, but whom she knew would probably never be her husband. And she was fine with that most of the time. Darius was there when she needed him, but commitment didn’t interest him. He’d helped her find a decent used car when her last one died, stood by her during her dad’s funeral arrangements and had taken care of her when she had the flu last year. More than that, he’d cleaned her house, done her laundry and rented DVDs for her to watch while she was sick. After each time he’d helped her, he’d go out of town for the next job and she wouldn’t see him for weeks. That was Darius. “Darius, I only have—”

“Ten minutes. I know.” He yanked her tee shirt over her head. “Don’t talk, listen and let me have you. I’ll watch the time.” A couple of seconds later, and he was out of his clothes. He kicked jeans, tee shirt and shoes to the side.

Her breath caught in her chest as she admired his naked, hard body. Manual labor from heavy lifting at his job kept his biceps, shoulders and chest powerful and defined. And his cock was fully erect.

“Damn, you look good.” She reached out and slid her palms across his chest. Pressing her against the cool refrigerator, he slipped his finger inside her pussy. She swore beneath her breath, and he grinned. “Ten minutes isn’t long enough,” she breathed.

“Trust me.” He adjusted the position of his hand and pressed deeper.

She cried out. Jolts of intense pleasure shot through her. “Inside me. Now!” Her voice shook, driven by overwhelming lust.

He was already slipping on a condom as she reached for his cock. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his hips. His cock thrust into her in one swift motion. They both groaned together at the raw pleasure. He lost his balance and they slammed against the refrigerator. She banged her head.

“Sorry. You okay?”

“Yes, fine. Shut up and fuck me.”

He smiled at that and kissed her hard, then gripped her ass and drove into her. She arched her back as he pumped with steady thrusts, but her head kept hitting against the refrigerator. Laughing, he swung around and sat her on the small counter and pounded his cock into her. Perfect. She rocked her hips, on the verge of an orgasm.

“Hmmm,” she moaned. “Harder, harder.” She was almost there.

He pumped harder, but the movement pounded her butt against the microwave. Oh, the bruises she would have on her ass.

“Come for me, baby.” He slammed his thick cock with an amazing rhythm.

She glanced at the clock on his tiny stove. “Oh, shit, Darius. I’m late. I have to go.”

He groaned loudly, and his body shook as he lost control in his orgasm. Pulling her into his arms, he tried to embrace her. Another thing she loved about the guy. But not now. “I can’t, Darius. I’m late.” She pushed away from him, grabbed a paper towel and dampened it in the sink, then washed up quickly.

“I guess I still owe you one.”

“I’ll remind you later. Now, what was this job?” She slipped the tee shirt back on and fluffed her hair.

“Can you do what we just did in front of a group of people at a private party?” Darius pulled on his jeans, leaving his chest and feet bare. Desire tugged at her lower abdomen as she ached to finish what they’d barely started.

“What? Have sex in front of people? No.”

“You dance naked and do lap dances. This is a little step up. I know someone who could arrange it. And you can make at least three times the money or more in about an hour’s work.”

She laughed with an edge of sarcasm. “I don’t know. What do you get out of it?”

“I get to spend more time with you.”

She smirked at him. Not likely with his business that required frequent travel.

“Yes, it’s kinky. You know I have a kinky streak, but this could be fun, and whatever we make will go toward your school loans.”

“I’ll have to think about it. I need to get back.” She gave him a quick kiss and swung open the door.

Mick stood there, hands on hips, tapping his foot. “Do I get a cut in this action? Or are you freelancing on my property?”

Her sudden intake of breath sounded like a squeak. “Mick! No, it’s not like—”

“You’re fired.”

Destiny opened her mouth to give him a few choice words, but held her tongue. She couldn’t afford to lose this job. The bottom dropped out of her stomach and she felt nauseated. “Mick, it’s not like that. This is Darius. My…boyfriend. I haven’t seen him for two months. We got carried away. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, Mick, this was my fault. I coaxed her out here on her break.” Darius stood in the doorway of his pickup camper, naked from the waist up.

“Get your things,” Mick barked as he turned and marched back into the club.

“Ah, come on.” Darius took a step after him, but Destiny pressed a hand to his chest.

“Don’t. I know him. He’s not going to change his mind.”

Swearing, he hit the door with the heel of his hand and jumped out of the camper. “We could talk to him when he calms down.”

“No.”

“Why won’t you stand up for yourself? Argue with him, Destiny.”

She shook her head. “It won’t do any good. He’s very clear about his rules and I broke them.”

“Screw the rules. Fight for what you want. What have you got to lose?”

“Just drop it.” She sure knew how to screw up her life. She stood half naked in the middle of a parking lot, unemployed, in debt up to her eyeballs. “Shit, what am I going to do now?”

“I’m sorry, Destiny. I should’ve known better. Dammit, girl, I missed the hell out of you. I wasn’t thinking.”

“We both should’ve known better. And it’s Paula now.” She groaned and swore under her breath. “I’m an unemployed exotic dancer.”

“There are other strip clubs,” he assured her.

“Mick is well known in this area. Another reason why I didn’t want to make a big issue about this. I wouldn’t be surprised if he blackballs me though.”