Destiny Disrupted (There's Always Tomorrow Book 1) (16 page)

“Hey, we're gonna head back to the house, alright?” Dayne yells over the music and slaps Vance on the shoulder.

Vance and Melina decide that they want to head home as well, so they all head out to the parking lot where they are parked next to each other. Vance opens his trunk and pulls out Dayne’s and Harper's helmets. It is much easier to leave them in the trunk than bring them into the bar. Dayne puts his helmet on, hops on the bike, and kick-starts it, while Harper puts her helmet on. Then he helps her on the bike. Harper snuggles up against his back, her perfect tits pressed to his back. Her arms wrap around his waist, and she hooks her hands together.

Dayne peels out of the parking lot, making Harper squeal. He laughs when she pinches his stomach. The drive back to the house is quick but nice. He likes the feel of Harper against his back as he rides his bike. Dammit, he can't let this chick get under his skin. He just needs to fuck her again then send her home.

As soon as they get into the house, Dayne takes her up to his room. Harper pulls her shirt over her head and tosses it to the floor. Her eyes are glued to his as she unclasps her bra and lets it fall from her body. Dayne hisses. Shit, she’s so beautiful. Her jeans are next to come off, followed by her thong.

Harper saunters over to him completely nude, her hips swaying back and forth. The confidence that she’s exuding is turning Dayne’s already hard cock to granite. When she finally reaches him, she puts a hand on his chest and pushes him back until he bumps into the door. She grabs the hem of his t-shirt and yanks it roughly over his head.

“You know, I don't think any other guy has turned me on as much as you do,” Harper murmurs, her lips brushing against his chest.

Dayne sucks in a sharp breath when she decides to bite down on his nipple. Harper lets out a throaty laugh. “You didn't think you’re the only one who liked to play rough did you?” she purrs and bites down again, this time giving his nipple a little tug.

Dayne's head drops back to the door with a thunk, and his eyes practically roll back in his head. He moans then tilts his hips forward to try to rub himself against her. She has other plans, though. She pushes him by his hips back into the door. Then she grabs his goatee again and yanks his face down to hers, making him grunt in pain.

“You're gonna be screaming my name by the time I'm done with you,” Harper growls against his lips then kisses him hard.

As they kiss, Harper's skillful hands unbutton his leather pants. As she kisses and licks her way down his body, she pushes his pants down with her. Dayne is panting like a greenhorn. His mind has turned to mush and he can't think straight as this woman works him over. Never has a woman even tried to take control of him.

Harper kneels in front of him, his pants now around his ankles. She wraps a hand around his shaft as her mouth goes to his balls, where she gently sucks one into her mouth. Dayne breathes out a curse and looks down at her. Her eyes are rolled up to look at him. She then licks up the underside to wrap her mouth around the head. Good god, she really knows what she’s doing.

Harper's hands slide up his thighs to rest on his hips, her mouth doing its job on its own. Dayne tangles his hands in her long silky blonde hair, and keeps it pushed back away from her face so he can watch her as she sucks him. He’s never seen a woman look as sexy as Harper does right now.

“Baby, you keep this up and I'm gonna come,” Dayne moans.

“Mmm, that's the plan,” Harper murmurs, taking him back into her mouth.

“Fuck,” Dayne breathes and closes his eyes.

Then Harper does something that makes him lose all control; she deep throats him, all the way to the fucking base, and then swallows. Dayne’s eyes fly open. He looks down at her, and the little minx winks at him. He’s desperate to rock his hips, but she’s holding him firm against the door. A few shorter sucks, then she does another deep one. The sight alone has Dayne coming. She doesn't even get an option to spit because he shoots right down her throat. He curses loudly and has to grab her shoulders to keep from falling to the floor.

“Motherfucker!” Dayne cries, his legs beginning to tremble.

Harper only releases him when he’s completely done. She stands and walks over to the bed, then crawls up onto it and lies down on her back. Dayne kicks off his boots and leathers then makes his way to the bed on shaky legs.

Dayne climbs up on top of her, bringing his face down to hers and kissing her. It feels weird to him, actually wanting to kiss a woman; but with Harper, he just can't help himself. Her lips are so soft and she tastes so good. She’s an amazing kisser. He loves how her hands always find his hair when they kiss.

Dayne makes sure that he works her over as she did him. He has her screaming and arching off the bed when she comes, and they haven't even had sex yet. Dayne has taken Vance's advice about listening to a woman while he pleasures her, and it really seems to work.

As Harper lies limply from the massive orgasm, Dayne slides his hard cock into her, as he has already recovered from his orgasm while taking care of her. He stays up on his knees and holds Harper's legs open with his hands on the insides of her thighs. He watches as he slides in and out of her. Her arms are tossed wildly over her head, her hair is all over the place, and she is just smiling contently.

Dayne slides his hands up her toned body to cup her breasts. Harper moans when he starts playing with her nipples. He has the urge to cover her body with his, just to see what her body will feel like under his. He never ever holds a woman close during sex. Again, that seems too intimate for someone who he is just fucking.

Dayne gives into his urge and lays his body on top of hers. Harper actually looks surprised when he does it. He brushes her hair out of her face and kisses her softly on the lips. He looks into her beautiful eyes and his heart flips over in his chest. Oh, fuck no. He is not going to have feelings for this woman. No, he has to end this right now.

With an irritated growl, Dayne pulls out and roughly flips her over. He grabs her hips and yanks her up onto her knees. She cries out when he slams back into her, taking her fast and hard. After they both come, they collapse onto the bed. Dayne rolls away from Harper, needing some distance between them; otherwise, he might be tempted to pull her into his arms and hold her. And that is not an option.

“Dayne, is everything alright?” Harper asks quietly.

He glances at her, the confused look on her face letting him know that his actions had not gone unnoticed. “Yeah, fine. You sober enough to drive home?” he asks, his tone less than friendly.

Harper gapes at him for a second. He's obviously stunned her. She probably thought that she was going to spend the night with him. “Oh...I...yeah, I guess,” she stutters in confusion.

Dayne watches with a blank expression as Harper suddenly feels the need to cover herself. She quickly pulls her clothes back on. When she turns toward him, she can barely meet his eyes. Dayne's heart clenches at the humiliated look on her face. He grinds his teeth. This has to be done; he has to put distance between them. He can't let her get close. Harper opens her mouth a couple of times as if she is going to say something, but then she decides against it. She snaps her mouth shut, turns and walks out of his room, shutting the door firmly behind her.

Dayne hates himself for what he just did to her. He grabs one of his pillows, covers his face, and screams angrily into it. He then gets up and puts on a pair of gym shorts. He can't let her leave like that. He really feels like an asshole, and the look on her face is going to haunt him if he doesn't apologize. So he heads out of his bedroom and down the stairs. He stops at the bottom when he hears Harper talking to someone in the kitchen.

“I know I flirt and tease and a lot of people think that I'm a slut because of it, but honestly, Dayne is only the third guy I've ever been with,” Harper admits quietly to whomever she is talking to. “I guess it was only a matter of time before I got burned. I just...I just thought...I thought the connection I felt between us was mutual.”

“Shit, Harper. I'm sorry,” comes Vance's voice, making Dayne curse silently to himself. “I shouldn't have hooked you up with him. I should’ve known he'd hurt you.”

“It's okay, Vance. It isn't your fault. It’s my own fault for going with my heart instead of my head. Melina warned me about Dayne, but I was so attracted to him, and I really liked his personality. I thought that maybe Melina exaggerated or something. I don't know. I feel like a complete fool, and the slut that everyone thinks I am.” Harper let out a bitter laugh. “I can't believe I was so naive to think that he actually might have liked me. I should’ve known that I was just going to be another notch on his bedpost. I guess I had it coming, though, sleeping with someone I just met.”

“Fuck...listen, Harper, you don't have to leave. Go share my bed with Melina. I’ll sleep on the couch,” Vance says. Dayne can tell by his tone that he’s pissed off, big time.

Harper lets out a harsh laugh. “Yeah, and risk seeing Dayne after being used and tossed out on my ass? No thanks. I'm gonna go home and keep whatever dignity I have left.”

Dayne flinches as if he'd just been slapped across the face. Her words slice through him like a knife. How could he have done this to her? He feels like a piece of shit. They had a great night together and what does he do? He makes her feel like a slut. And he cares why? This is what he always does. As soon as he is done getting what he wants, he kicks the chick to the curb. There is nothing different about Harper. Nothing. She’s just another fantastic fuck. The end.

If that is true, then why does he feel like the biggest asshole in the world? He should apologize. And then what? Ask her out again? No, that isn't going to happen. She has a dangerous effect on him, and he can't risk seeing her again. The thought of never seeing her again also tears him apart. Dayne sits on the bottom step and leans his forearms on his knees. He is so fucking confused right now.

“Dayne,” Vance snaps, making him jerk his head up to look at him. Harper stands slightly behind Vance, her face turned away from him.

Dayne clears his throat and stands up. “I...uh...Harper, I'm sorry for acting like a dick upstairs,” he says, hating that she avoids looking at him. 

Vance looks utterly shocked. Dayne has never apologized to a woman when it comes to what’s going on in the bedroom. Vance knows that Dayne never ever feels badly about telling a woman to hit the road. So for him to be here, telling Harper that he’s sorry, is a real shock to both of them.

Harper turns a watery gaze his way. Ouch, why does his heart clench so hard? “Yeah, I'm sure you are,” Harper mutters and opens the front door.

Dayne can’t believe what happens next, he fucking follows her out as she leaves. This is not him. It’s like he has no control over his own body. Vance even grabs his arm. Dayne yanks free of him and storms after Harper as she quickly walks to her car.

“Harper, wait. Can I at least explain myself?” Dayne asks and takes her by the elbow. He spins her around to look at him.

“You humiliated me enough, Dayne. Just let me go home!” Harper snaps angrily and tries to pull her arm free, but he holds on.

“Dammit, I'm sorry Harper, I...I never wanted to hurt you, I'm just...I'm...” Dayne stutters. He lets out a frustrated noise and rakes his free hand through his hair. “Fuck! I don't do relationships and I don't get attached...”

“Oh, spare me the bullshit. You’re a fuckin’ player and I got played. I was just another girl for you to fuck.  I just wish you would’ve told me that from the beginning so I could’ve kept that in mind,” Harper barks and tries to pull her arm free again. “Let me go, Dayne!”

“No, Harper, listen...”

“I DON'T WANT TO HEAR WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY!!!” Harper screams at him.

Dayne blinks at her. Holy shit! Was this how all of the women who he made leave in the middle of the night felt? Were they all this hurt? He really is the biggest asshole in the world. Dayne lets Harper go and she immediately reaches for her car door.

“Did Vance tell you that I’ve been married before?” Dayne asks quietly.

“Huh? What does that have to do with anything?” Harper asks, confused and angry.

“Everything, it has everything to do with what I did to you tonight.” Dayne sighs. Harper turns back around to look at him. “I refuse to let another woman hurt me the way she did. I can't let myself feel things for any other woman. I was doing fine until you came along.”

“What the hell does that mean?” Harper snaps, her hands on her hips.

“I fucking like you, Harper. A lot. More than I should for just meeting you. You wanna know how many women I've kissed since my wife? One. You. You’re the only one in six years that I’ve actually kissed!” Dayne exclaims, astonished, because he still can't believe it.

Harper's breathing hitches and her features soften. “Really?” she breathes.

“Swear to god. And honestly, I'm fucking scared. I'm afraid to like you. That’s what happened upstairs. I need to stay detached. I need to put distance between us.”

“And that’s something you still want? Detachment and distance?” Harper asks softly.

“I don't fucking know,” Dayne groans, raking his hand down his face. “The thought of not seeing you again makes me sick, but I know if I keep seeing you, then I'm going to end up right where I don't want to be.”

“And where is that?” Harper asks.