Fighting Destiny (Forsaken Sinners MC; Book 2) (Forsaken Sinners MC Series) (6 page)

It takes her half an hour to calm down before I stop fearing for my life for just opening my mouth. Dani’s sitting at the front desk, going through tomorrow’s appointments, I assume, when she looks up at me, tapping my finger on the desk. “Do you mind?” she asks, but the edge isn’t present in her voice anymore, so I know she isn’t that annoyed.

“Why isn’t Sara here helping you close up shop?” I hope that by wording it this way, she won’t figure out the real reason I’m asking, but this
is
Dani we’re talking about, so no such luck. “I gave her the rest of the day off since we weren’t busy, so she’s upstairs cleaning. Why don’t you head on up and ask if she’s ready? I asked her before she left if she wanted to get something to eat after I close.” Damn, I love this chick. She knows when to push things and when to tell me what I want to know. She’s also real good at helping me out without making it obvious.

Without answering her, I head out back, past my truck and up the stairs to the apartment Dani used to live in. It’s still weird to think back on those days when Dani first came into our lives. She’s a whole new person now, though she was still one tough bitch when she showed up. It was all inner strength, but now she’s got the physical strength to back it up.

Knocking on the door, I listen to Sara on the other side. It sounds like she’s cursing at something and trying to move furniture. When she hears my knock, she curses again as she stomps to the door. I’m not sure who she thinks it is. I don’t think she’d be acting this way if she thought it was Dani, but I could be wrong. Maybe she’s having a bad day.

Opening the door, she already has a scowl on her face, but when she sees me, it looks more threatening. “What do you want?” Yup, she’s not happy to see me at all. I could change that in two seconds flat, but I’m not gonna push her. I want her to
want
me too.

“Well, hello to you too, Doll,” I say with a chuckle. “Dani’s ready to go get something to eat and wanted to know if you were ready. She’s done in the shop and told me to come up and grab ya.” She looks at me with confusion before wiping all emotion off her face.

“Uh, well, I’m a little busy right now. I was moving some furniture around and if I leave now, it won’t get done before I get back. By then, I’ll have no ambition to do anything. Could you ask her for a rain check for me?” I’m too busy looking at her in her baggy sweat pants and plain white t-shirt, that I almost miss the question.

“Oh, well I’ll just help with the furniture real quick and then you’ll be able to tell her yourself. But if you’ve learned anything about Dani yet, it’s that she rarely takes no for an answer,” I say with a smirk. It’s true. No one really tells Dani no anymore unless you want your ass kicked or to be on the receiving end of her wrath for a good week, at most.

I can tell she’s thinking about it. She’s probably trying to come up with an excuse to make me go away, but she knows she could use the help. Whether she wants it or not, I’m going to help her regardless.

“I could use the help, so thank you. And I really don’t want to go out, I’m kind of tired now after doing all this.” I give her a look that says she knows that ain’t gonna cut it with Dani, which in turn has her smiling, “But I do know that she won’t let me back out. I guess once we’re finished, I’ll change and we can go.” I smile back at her before looking around her living room.

“So where do ya want all this,” I ask as I wave my hand at the mess in front of me. She’s moved her couch to the far corner, the coffee table is pushed up against the wall beside it, and a ratty recliner is next to it.

She walks over to the recliner. “Well, I wanted to move this into a corner because I don’t really use it, but as you can see, I haven’t gotten that far yet.” She looks embarrassed that she hasn’t gotten it done.

“Just tell me where you want everything to go and I can get it moved while you go change.” As much as I want to stay in her apartment with her alone, I know Dani will be chomping at the bit to go. The woman loves to supervise and tell people what to do. God love her, but I really just want to get the girls something to eat and see if I can get Dani to talk Sara into coming to the club with us. Maybe if I can get her to cut loose, she’ll open up to me a little. I want to get to know her better.

Sara looks at me like she can’t believe I’m offering to help. “Okay, but you don’t have to do it by yourself. I can help.” I walk over to her and place my hands gently on her shoulders.

“It’s no problem, Doll. I’m happy to help any way I can.” Giving her one of my rare, full, megawatt smiles, I look her in the eyes for a couple of seconds so she knows I mean it, then drop my hands and turn back to the mess of furniture she has spread out. “You could put the recliner over in that corner,” I say as I point to the corner by the windows, “and then we could put the couch in the middle here to separate the room a little. I think the coffee table looks good against the wall right where it’s sitting now.” Looking around the room, I make sure there’s nothing else I can see that should be changed, then look at her for confirmation to start.

She looks around to where I pointed and thinks about the suggestions I’ve made. “Actually, I think that would work out great. Thank you.” I nod my head and get to work. I lift the recliner with little effort and start moving it to the other side of the room. Sara says something I can’t understand, but what has me really smiling is the way she can’t seem to stop checking me out. When she moves her eyes up to mine, she realizes that I’ve caught her. She turns her head, but not before I see her blush. “I’m just gonna go get changed. Let me know if you need any help.” She doesn’t wait for me to respond, she just rushes into her room and slams the door.

After setting the recliner in its final resting place, I turn back to move the rest of the furniture with the biggest smile I’ve had in months. It’s good to know that she’s still attracted to me, which will help my case when the time comes, though for tonight, if I can get her to come to the clubhouse, I only want us to get to know each other. If she lets it happen, then maybe she won’t have such a problem with me being around more.

When I get the couch moved into place, I notice that there is enough room in front of it to use as a footstool, and still have enough space to walk around. She can always move it off to the side if she needs more room for something too.

Once I have the living room all arranged the way I want it, I decide to move her kitchen table a little so it doesn’t look so cramped with the recliner in its new spot. When I start moving some of the chairs though, I notice that the legs are a little loose, so I search her drawers for a screwdriver. Finding one, I head back over and get to work on fixing the chairs. Wouldn’t want her to sit down on them and have them break.

I’m almost finished tightening the last screw when Sara walks out of her room. Her hair is down and it looks like she’s curled it a little. She’s not wearing a lot of make-up, but what she is wearing makes her the most beautiful woman I have ever seen; I shit you not.

She’s wearing a red dress with thin straps on her shoulders. There’s a black belt that wraps around her waist, which emphasizes her flat stomach and pushes up her tits. The bottom of the dress hits her mid-thigh, but it’s still short enough that I’m tempted to have her go change so no one else can see her like this, but I can’t do that. Finally, my eyes land on her shoes; black, with a little red on the straps. They make her at least four inches taller and have me imagining her in nothing but those shoes.

Before I know it, I’m standing in front of her without even realizing I was moving. Reaching out, I wrap my hand in the back of her hair and give it a little pull so she’s forced to look me in the eyes. “Are you trying to test me tonight? See how long I can last before I drag you in a bathroom and fuck you against the wall?” I don’t give her any time to answer before my lips are crushing against hers.

As soon as my lips touch hers, she reaches her hands up and rubs the back of my still shaved head. I growl because it feels so fucking good when she does that.

Wrapping her hair completely around my wrist, I give it another tug and deepen the kiss, completely dominating her mouth with my tongue, which in turn has her moaning and breathing faster. I move us backwards, hoping we hit either the table, a wall, or any fucking surface soon so I can sink inside her tight pussy.

Her back hits the wall next to the front door first, so this will have to do.

Unwrapping my hand from her hair, I move my hand down her face and neck, over her shoulder and stop once I reach her left breast. With my other hand, I slide it up her thigh and play with the edges of her panties. Breaking away from the kiss, my gaze roams her face until she opens her eyes and meets mine. “What do you want, Sara?” I ask, needing her to tell me that she wants this―that she
needs
this as much as I do.

She takes a deep breath. “I want―” but she’s cut off by a loud knock on the door right next to us. “Yo, Sara, you ready or what?” I let out a deep sigh and release her hands from above her head, but before I let her push me away, I whisper in her ear. “This isn’t over.” Then I step back and walk over to the kitchen chair I was fixing while she pats down her hair and fixes her dress before opening the door.

“Yeah. Toby’s just finishing up, fixing my kitchen chairs for me and then we’re ready,” she rushes out.

Dani looks at her like she wants to question what’s going on, but one look from me, she shuts her mouth.
Smart woman.

Turning the screwdriver one last time, I finish with the last chair. Standing up, I wipe my hands on my jeans and head towards the girls. “All right, let’s get this show on the road.” I usher them out the door, check to make sure the door is locked, then follow them out to my truck. Maybe tonight will be a little more than just getting to know one another. I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep my hands to myself with her in that dress and the taste of her still on my lips.

Sara

Dinner was awkward and tense. Well, actually, that’s the understatement of the year.

After Dani interrupted the most erotic kiss I have ever experienced, I’ve been trying to get my heart to slow back down to normal, but every time Toby looked my way with his fuck me eyes or even spoke something as simple as a food order, it was no use. His voice alone is pure sex, but when you add that to everything else that makes up Toby, any woman within a ten-mile radius is fucked, or at least in their fantasies they are.

By the time I take the last bite of my cheeseburger, I need to get away, if only for a moment. I need to get myself under control, otherwise I might just offer myself up as dessert. On a silver fucking platter, too.

“I’m gonna run to the bathroom and then I’ll be ready to go.” I say to no one in particular as I push my chair out and get up.

“All right, we’ll meet you outside,” Dani says as she makes a grab for the check, but Toby beats her to it. She offers up a glare that should have him flinching, but he only chuckles as he shakes his head.

“I got it, Dani girl. We’ll meet you outside in a few,” he says as he stands and heads over to the counter to pay. I’d offer to pay my part of the bill, but I know when a battle is lost before it even starts, so I just continue on my way towards the back to the bathroom.

After doing my business, I stand in front of the mirror, willing myself to calm down so I can get the rest of this night over with. “You just have to last the ride home. You can do this. He’s just a guy,” I whisper to myself, hoping my pep talk will help calm my nerves and hormones. I don’t think I’ll be able to last much longer in his presence before I jump him…again. The man is too sexy for his own good; for
my
own good.

Finally feeling like I have my shit together, I walk out the door, only to run into a wall―a hot, muscled wall of man. “Shit, I’m sorry,” I mumble, trying to step out of the persons hold, only to look up and see Toby before I feel him tighten his hold on me.

“I’m not. In fact, I’m not sorry at all,” he says into my ear, which causes goose bumps to rise on my arms and a shiver to rack my body.

Before I can say anything or try to put some distance between us, he pushes me back into the bathroom and locks the door behind us. The next thing I know, he’s spinning me around and pressing my back against the door. He leans down and growls in my ear, “I told you it was just a matter of time before I would drag you to the nearest bathroom and fuck you against the wall.” Suddenly I’m being lifted up, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist, and he has both of my arms pinned above my head. His lips slam down on mine. I know deep down I should be freaking out; being pinned and held down is a trigger for me. I know this, but I don’t feel even an ounce of fear. Instead, I just feel hot and needy.

I throw everything into our kiss―all the tension I’ve felt since the last time I was with him, all the fear about the ways he’s consumed my thoughts, and how I feel when I’m around him. I put every one of those feelings into this kiss.

Growling, he pulls away just far enough to look into my eyes. “This is gonna be quick, Doll. We don’t want to keep Dani waiting, but I promise you, later, I’ll take my time and worship your body the way you deserve.” I’m barely able to comprehend what he just said before he’s reaching between us, freeing his cock and pushing inside of me.

“Oh God!” I groan.

“Shit, you’re soaking wet.” Toby grunts in my ear as he thrusts in and out of my pussy furiously. He releases my hands from above me so I can hold on for the ride of my life and so his are free to hold my hips as he thrust hard inside of me. “Hold on tight, babe,” he says before speeding up his thrusts to the point I think he’ll actually fuck my stupid.

My toes start to curl inside my shoes and my nails dig into his shoulders to the point I know I’m drawing blood underneath his shirt. I close my eyes as I feel my orgasm rising up inside me at a rapid pace; almost too rapid. I’ve never gotten off so soon before, and I’m fearing what will happen when I fall over the edge.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I can do nothing against the onslaught of pain and pleasure he causes me with every brutal thrust he delivers. I know that if he keeps this up, I’ll come so hard that I may just pass out.

Toby takes a small step back, but it’s enough for him to shift me in his arms, allowing him to thrust even deeper inside of me. He’s so fucking deep, I see stars and fall over into ecstasy.

I open my mouth to scream, but nothing comes out.

I barely feel him thrust a couple more times in quick succession before he stiffens inside of me with his own release. “FUCK!” he roars before he starts to slow his thrusts, pumping into me a few more times, trying to draw out as much pleasure for both of us as he can. When he finally stops, he drops his head into the crook of my neck and stills his body against mine.

After we both calm our breathing, he slowly untangles my legs from around his waist and sets me down. When my feet hit the ground, I immediately fix my dress and run my hands through my hair. I walk over to the sink to make sure I look presentable and not like I was just fucked within an inch of my life, but on the way there, I feel wetness seep out of me and run down my inner thighs.
Oh shit
! We didn’t use a condom.

Instead of stopping at the sink, I rush into a stall to clean myself up. I cannot believe I got so caught up that I forgot to tell him to use a condom. How could I be so stupid? I’ve never been so consumed with someone, even when I was young and dumb, that I’ve forgotten to use protection. I can’t fucking believe this.

Sitting on the toilet with my head in my hands, I hear a soft knock on the stall door. “Babe, are you okay?” He sounds so worried, but I just don’t have it in me to answer him. I need to get my head on straight before I can face him. I also need to find a way to ask if he’s clean.

“Hello? Can you open the door so the rest of us can go to the bathroom?” A girl says loudly from outside the door, sounding irritated and bitchy. This is just what I need right now.

Standing up, I open the door and walk past Toby to get to the door. With him right behind me and the both of us walking out of a public restroom together, they’re all going to know what just happened anyway.

Before I reach the door to unlock it, Toby comes up beside me and wraps his arm around my shoulders. “Follow my lead,” he says before he unlocks the door.

As soon as Toby opens the door, the arm that isn’t already around my shoulders gently reaches over and rubs my stomach. “It’s alright, Doll.”
What the hell is he doing?
Too embarrassed to look up at whoever is standing there waiting for us to come out, I nestle my face further into Toby and keep my eyes downcast.

“Oh no, is she okay?” The girl asks.

“She’s fine. I’m sorry about locking the door, I just wanted to make sure she was all right.” He sounds so sincere. It’s incredible that he’s able to make up a story so no one will know what really happened in that bathroom, and for that, I’m grateful.

Walking past the girl, Toby quickly ushers me outside to his truck.

“What the hell took you so long?” Dani yells as soon as she sees us walking out the door, but when she gets a good look at the way Toby still has me tucked under his arm, she rushes over and takes my hand. “Sara, what’s the matter? Are you okay?” When I don’t answer, she looks up and growls to Toby, “What did you do?”

He releases his hold on me, but just long enough to open up the passenger side door, then takes my hand to help me into the front seat, leaving Dani to get into the back. “I didn’t do anything to her. She’s fine.” Not wanting to explain to her what really happened, I just nod and turn to give her a reassuring smile.

“I’m just tired. Toby saw me coming out of the bathroom and walked me out.”

Dani doesn’t question what we tell her, but she does look at me longer than necessary to try and gauge my expression. I lock everything down inside of me, willing my face not to give anything away. It must work because she just shakes her head and smiles back at me.

“Okay, if you say so.” Just as Toby starts the truck, Dani’s phone rings. “Yeah?” She’s quiet, listening intently to whoever is talking on the other end, “Well, I’m with Toby and Sara. We just got done eating. We were going to drop her off before coming to the club.” Listening again, she waits for their reply. “Sure, we’ll be there.” She says, hanging up the phone without even saying goodbye.

Leaning forward between the seats, she puts her hand on my shoulder. “I know you’re tired and probably just want to go home, but Mack needs me at the club now. Do you mind if we stop there real quick? I promise we won’t be long.” Her voice is laced with concern, probably because this would be the first time I would be going to the clubhouse. Though Dani has informed me of that way of life and how things work, I’m a little nervous about actually seeing some of the things she’s mentioned, mainly about the “club whores.” Let’s hope it’s not too bad.

I nod my head, hoping she takes my lack of answer as just being tired like I said and not what it really is, which is that I’m really fucking nervous about going. But also because I can’t get what happened at the diner out of my head.

Toby turns us around and heads in the direction of the club, or that’s what I assume, at least. Maybe I can just wait in the truck for Dani to talk to Mack, or maybe Toby will drop her off and take me back to my apartment.

Five minutes later, Toby pulls into a lot near a row of bikes. I’m surprised when he puts the truck in park and turns off the ignition. They both get out of the truck, but not knowing what I’m supposed to do, I stay buckled in and don’t move.

My door opens and Toby looks at me questionably. I don’t answer, not sure what the question is, and just stare at him. “I gotta go in to make sure everything’s okay. I don’t really want to leave you out here by yourself…” he leaves the sentence hanging, waiting for me to get out of the truck. When I still don’t make a move to get out, he shakes his head and reaches around me to unbuckle my seatbelt. “Come on, Doll, we won’t be long.” He physically lifts me out of the truck, only putting me back on my feet once we’re right in front of the door.

I don’t see Dani anywhere, so I assume she’s already inside, looking for Mack.

Toby places his hand on the small of my back, ushering me inside the club. Once inside, I take note of how loud it is. How did I not hear the music from outside?

There are people everywhere―scary looking men sitting on stools at the bar, some with women between their legs, and some by themselves. There are men playing pool with a few girls standing off to the side, and men sitting on couches with women either draped over their laps or straddling them. All the girls in here are dressed in clothing that would rival a stripper.

Looking around some more, I come across a couple in the corner. Holy shit! Are they fucking?

Averting my eyes, I decide that it will be safer to not look around and keep my eyes down.

Toby gently urges me forward, moving towards the bar, and whispers, “I know it’s a lot to take in, Doll, but just stay with me. No one will hurt you here, I give you my word.” I just nod my head, afraid if I open my mouth, he’ll hear how nervous I really am.

When we reach the bar, Toby pulls out a stool and offers it to me. Without looking to see who I’m sitting by, I take the seat and stare at the wood that makes up the bar.

“What can I get ya?” I hear a deep voice ask close by, but I still don’t look up.

“Give me a Bud Light. What do you want, Sara?” Wanting to calm my frayed nerves a bit, I ask for a beer as well. Seconds later, two bottles of Bud Light are set down in front of us. Taking the bottle, I chug half its contents before putting it back down. Toby laughs softly and runs his hands up and down my back. “Relax,” he says before taking a sip of his own beer.

After a few minutes, I decide to brave the room again and take another look around. I hope the couple in the back are done fucking, or at least moved the party into a room with a door, but just to be safe, I don’t look in that general direction.

On second inspection, I notice that the men don’t look as scary as I first thought. I mean, they are rough looking, covered in tattoos, wearing leather, and they’re all packed with muscle, but I can tell by looking at the way they interact with each other that they don’t look all that bad. I mean, I’m sure they can all be scary if the situation called for it, just like I know Toby can be when he wants or needs to, but the vibe I’m getting off of these men isn’t anything that that would make me feel uncomfortable. Plus, knowing that Dani calls these men her family and knowing what they’ve done to help her, they can’t be that bad, right?

Speaking of Dani, I see her talking to an older man, who I assume is Mack. They are walking into the bar area from what looks like the hallway. He looks old enough to be her father, but he’s young looking as well, if that makes sense. He’s tall and broad, packed with muscle, has short, dark hair that looks to be graying in areas, but his face is what catches my attention. The look he has when speaking to Dani is a look I would assume a father makes to his daughter. My parents died when I was very young and then I was placed with a foster family, so I don’t really remember them, but if my father was still alive I would want him to look at me that way; loving and proud, all at the same time. I can also tell that this man is most likely the scariest of them all, but probably the most gentle, as well.