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

by Shelly Morgan

  I see Lyle over by the side door so I head his way to have words. I don’t know why I wasn’t informed of her working here. I get papers on every new employee at the club but I haven’t received anything in a while.

  Before I make it to Lyle, I hear someone yell and I can tell right away it’s her. I turn around and instantly see red. Some asshole has his hand around my woman’s throat. That motherfucker just signed his fucking death certificate.

  Charging through the crowd, not caring about who I’m knocking over, I just keep my eye on Sara. My only thought is getting to my girl; killing the fucker is second. I don’t waste a minute once I reach them, grabbing Sara and placing her protectively behind my back before I glare at the piece of shit in front of me. “We got a problem here?” I snarl at him.

  He looks a little nervous, but he hides it well. I have no doubt that he does this type of shit often. “Nah, man. This pretty little thing just offered to give me a lap dance, so I was taking her in the back to collect.” I want to stomp that slimy smile off his face.

  Sara starts yelling at the fucker from behind me, so I put my hand out to keep her where she is. I don’t want this guy to look at her anymore. I don’t hear what she says, only that he dragged her when she said no. That’s all I need to hear. “You hear that, shit-for-brains? The lady didn’t offer you jack shit and sure as fuck didn’t go with you willingly. So I’ll say this one time, and one time only. If I catch you even looking in her direction, you’re a dead man. You got me?” I make sure that my voice is even and hard so he knows I’m not fucking around. Too bad he’s too fucking stupid to heed the warning.

  “The fuck you say to me, asshole?” I don’t even let him make a full step toward me before I’m swinging. He drops to the floor hard and I don’t even have to look to know he’s out. I almost wish I didn’t hit him so hard so I could hit him again, but I feel Sara back up from me, and my thoughts are instantly on her.

  Turning around, I give her a reassuring smile. “You okay, Doll?” I ask quietly. She looks scared, and that’s the last thing I want. I just want to reach out and pull her to me, but I know I shouldn’t.

  “I-I’m fine, thanks,” she stutters quietly. Fuck, she’s scared out of her mind. I need to fix this!

  Before I have a chance to say anything else, Lyle comes over. “Hey, Lyle, sorry about the mess, but this son-of-a-bitch was dragging her down the hall by her throat.” My blood starts to heat again just thinking about the way he was dragging her towards the back. I look down, hoping he’ll wake up so I can put him down again.

  “No worries, man. I’ll take it from here,” Lyle says. That’s not good enough for me and he knows it the moment he looks me in the eyes.

  “Why the fuck weren’t you watching her better, brother?” I know I shouldn’t take this out on him, but it’s part of his job to make sure the girls are safe, and I’m still pissed that I wasn’t informed that she was working here. “Sorry, Toby. There was a scuffle at the door and I missed it.” I can see that he’s upset with himself, so I don’t push it.

  “No man, I’m sorry. It wasn’t your fault. I’m just glad I got to her before he was able to drag her into a back room.” The thought makes me shudder. I don’t even want to think about what would’ve happened had I not been here to get her away from that sick fuck.

  I start to ask why I hadn’t received any new hire paperwork when I notice that Sara’s no longer behind me. I catch a glimpse of her through the crowd, heading towards the bar. “Go grab her stuff and meet me outside,” I tell Lyle before going after her.

  She’s almost to the bar when I reach her. I lightly grab her arm, not wanting to scare her more, but wanting to stop her before she goes any further. When she turns around and sees me, she gets a look on her face like she just can’t place me. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.” She doesn’t remember me? If it were any other situation, I would’ve been a little pissed, but she’s obviously in some sort of shock from tonight’s events, so I’ll make this easy on her.

  “It’s Toby. You don’t remember me?” I want her to remember me because I haven’t been able to think of anything else but her since the moment she walked into the gym.

  I can tell she’s racking her brain, trying to come up with who I am. “You attended a self-defense class that I was teaching a couple of weeks ago.” She instantly puts it together and I see her blush. Yeah baby, you remember me now, don’t you. I smile at the look of embarrassment on her face. She looks guilty and I know why―she’s been thinking of me too, it seems. It feels good to know that it wasn’t all one-sided.

  “Oh my God, I remember you now. I’m so sorry. It’s been a long night.” She tries to play it off, but I saw the look on her face. She takes a step back, “Well, I better get back to work,” she says quietly, but she doesn’t move to leave. She’s frozen in place just like me, not wanting to be apart. I laugh it off, trying to pull off that I’m not affected, but I am. This woman does things to me that no other woman has ever even come close to doing.

  “Come on, I’m taking you home.”

  Getting her to my place was easier than expected and I’m glad for that. Just thinking about what happened tonight has me feeling that rage, and that arousal again. I snap out of my thoughts and look at Sara, still sitting on my counter where I placed her. She’s giving me a look I can’t quite comprehend; it’s almost wistful. I turn towards the cupboard where I keep my bourbon and pour two fingers full into two glasses, handing one over to her.

  She takes it hesitantly and just looks at me. I down my shot then wait for her to follow, but she just looks confused.

  Filling my glass once more, I nod at her still full one. “I figured you could use something after what happened at the club.” She visibly winces and I want to kick myself. Looking down at her drink, she slowly brings it to her lips before taking a small sip. As soon as she swallows it, she goes into a coughing fit and I have to hide my smile. “It’s better if you take it all at once, Doll.” She looks at me with her eyes watering, but there’s also a spark there. Sweet Jesus, this woman is going to be the death of me; one sassy look from her and I feel like I’m going to burst.

  Keeping her eyes locked on mine, she downs the rest of her drink. She doesn’t cough or even flinch from the burn. My eyes drop to her throat as I watch her swallow the bourbon. I feel my cock harden even more.

  Clearing her throat, she looks around my kitchen before her eyes finally land on mine. “So, uh…is this your house?” she asks nervously. I just nod, afraid that if I speak, I may say something that will give away just how bad I want her, and I don’t want to scare her away.

  I turn around to clear my head of thoughts of her naked and in my bed. She’s been through enough tonight and doesn’t need me hitting on her. “Let me show you where you can sleep.” I hear her jump down off the counter and then feel her behind me. It takes everything in me not to turn around and shove her against the wall and take her mouth with my own.

  When we reach my room, I turn to the side and motion to the open door. “Here ya go.” She walks in and sits down on the bed. Fuck, the sight of her on my bed has me lightheaded with want.

  “Where are you going to sleep?”

  “I don’t sleep much, but I’ll be in the living room if you need anything.”

  Not giving her a chance to respond, I turn around and walk down the hallway before I storm in there and strip off her clothes and make her mine, but stop when I hear her say, “Thank you.”

  I don’t turn around. “You’re welcome.”

  I must have fallen asleep on the couch after my fourth glass of bourbon when I’m jolted awake by the floorboards creaking. Someone is in my house.

  Before I have time to even make a grab for my knife under my pillow, I feel someone touch my arm. Without hesitating, I grab them around the wrist, ready to twist it hard when a female screams, making me stop. Sara.

  Sitting up, without letting go of her arm but loosening my grip, I pull her down onto my l
ap. “Shit, I’m sorry. You caught me off guard.” I hold her close and rub my hands up and down her arms to try to calm her. “I’m sorry, babe. I’m sorry,” I whisper in her ear.

  After a few minutes, I feel her rigid body relax into my arms as she lets out a long sigh. We don’t say anything as I hold her, letting her rest against my chest and that’s when I feel a sense of peace settle over me. I’ve never truly felt peace until this moment. I’ve always been on guard, always fighting, so this is a welcome feeling. How is it possible that a stranger, whom I’ve only met once, have this effect on me? I don’t understand it, but I’m not willing to let it go. I want to feel this.

  I don’t know how long we sit here, or even why she came to me, but I hear her breathing even out and I know she’s asleep. It warms my cold heart to know that she’s comfortable enough with me to fall asleep in my arms, being a stranger to her too. It’s the best fucking feeling ever.

  Closing my eyes, I fall back asleep, holding her with a smile on my face.

  I’ve never slept so well for as long as I can remember. I barely ever sleep for more than a couple hours each night, and that’s on and off, but with Sara in my arms, I slept like a baby.

  We’re still on the couch, me lying on my back and Sara lying on top of me, her face pressed against my bare chest. Lying like this, it’s like she was made for me.

  I barely have time to bask in the feeling when she starts wiggling around. Fuck, if she keeps that up, she’ll be in for a surprise. “If you keep moving around like that, you’re going to wind up on your back with me between your legs.” I growl when her leg brushes against my hard cock.

  She gasps and stills her body. She’s probably trying to figure out how to get away from me as we speak. I can’t let her get away again.

  I’m surprised and shocked as fuck when the little vixen starts to move again, and it’s not to get away, either. Her hand slowly moves up my chest, and back down. When she reaches the waistband of my pants, I grab her wrist. “Not that I don’t want your hand on me, but if you continue, I won’t be able to stop you once you start.”

  She pauses for only a moment before she brings her legs up on both sides of my hips so she’s straddling me, then she sits up straight. My hands move on their own to her hips, holding her to me so she doesn’t change her mind and move away. “Sara?” I need to know what she wants. I’ll do whatever it is she needs.

  Looking into her eyes, I see that spark that drives me insane. “I want you, Toby,” she whispers as she rocks her hips once. I clench my jaw and groan.

  “Fuck. You have no idea how bad I want to fuck you right now, but I’m not sure if this is a good idea.” That was the wrong thing to say. I realize it as soon as that spark leaves her eyes. She looks away from me and goes to get up.

  “I get it.” The fuck she does!

  Tightening my grip on her waist so she can’t go, I wait until she looks at me before speaking. “Sara, it has nothing to do with not wanting you because I want you more than my next breath.” To put meaning to those words, I grind myself up against her pussy so she can feel how hard I am for her, “But I don’t want to do anything that you’ll regret later.” I need her to understand how I feel and not think it’s because I don’t want her, but when she looks away again, I know she isn’t listening. Fuck this.

  I sit up so fast she doesn’t have time to react as I take her mouth. She lets out a gasp, which I take advantage of by pushing my tongue past her lips. Damn, she tastes even better than I thought she would.

  She only hesitates for a moment before she starts kissing me back, and that’s all it takes for me to know she’s all in. Grinding my hips up into her barely covered pussy, I feel her heat all the way through my jeans. Sliding my hand up her shirt, I run my thumb over her bare breast, just to tease her. She moans into my mouth when I pinch her nipple as she grinds down on my cock as I thrust up against her.

  Wrapping my arms around her waist, I stand up without breaking our kiss. Walking down the hall and into my room, I lay her on my bed. Lifting my head, I look down at the halo of blonde hair that surrounds her beautiful face. Fuck, she’s perfect.

  “You sure about this? Once I bury my cock inside of you, there’s no going back.” I need to know for sure. If we do this, she’ll be mine. I won’t let her go.

  She nods her head with her eyes half closed, but I need more. “Answer me, Sara. I want your words. Are you sure?” I repeat. This time, the spark in her eyes comes to life as she replies.

  “Yes, Toby, I’m sure. I want you to fuck me.”

  The words are barely out of her mouth before I grab the bottom of her shirt and tear it apart, right up the middle then I’m on her, taking her lips with a desperation I’ve never felt before; like if I don’t have her lips on mine right now, I will cease to exist.

  Her hands start to travel up my chest to wrap around my neck, but I quickly grab them and pin them above her head. Holding her hands in one of mine, I move my other hand over her breasts, down her stomach and stop at the top of her panties.

  She tries to wiggle her arms free, but I squeeze them tighter and tear my mouth from hers. “Stop. Moving.” I growl. Her eyes snap open in fear and I instantly regret my tone. If I didn’t know it when she first walked into the gym that day, I know it now; something really bad happened to her. The fear I see directed towards me cuts me to the core. Looking away from me, she starts to shake.

  Panic seizes me. I need to erase that fear. I need her to know I would never hurt her. “Look at me, Doll,” I say as I release her hands. I should probably roll off her too, but I just can’t bring myself to move.

  Each second that passes adds to my own fear and growing panic, but she finally looks me. The fear that was there before has now been replaced with uncertainty and embarrassment. I lift my hand to her face to reassure her that everything’s okay, but I stop when she flinches. God fucking dammit! I want to jump off this bed and run my fist through a wall. I want to shout and scream at the world for allowing something to happen to her to cause her to be scared of me. I want to scream and tell her that I would never hurt her, but I don’t do any of these things.

  Pushing my anger and panic aside, I move my hand toward her face again, but slower so she can see my intentions. “It’s okay. I don’t know what happened to make you react that way to me, but I shouldn’t have done it, not till we’ve gotten to know one another better. I’m sorry. I will never hurt you, Sara. Please tell me you believe me.”

  She hesitates a second before nodding her head, but I need to hear her say it with words. I need to know without a doubt that she really believes me; that she trusts me. “Tell me. Tell me you believe me.” She looks deep into my eyes and I let her. I don’t close myself off, but I let her see me. I hold her gaze, willing her to understand how I feel.

  Finally, after what feels like hours later, she gives me what I so desperately want. “I believe you.” Leaning forward, I gently kiss her lips.

  I roll her over, letting her straddle my hips like she did on the couch. I want her to know that she’s in control of what does or doesn’t happen between us.

  She leans down, kissing my tentatively at first, but once I open my mouth for her, she deepens the kiss.

  Keeping my hands beside me on the bed, I don’t dare move them until I know she’s ready for me to take control again. “Touch me, Toby. Please touch me,” she murmurs against my lips.

  “Not yet.”

  A small growl emanates from her throat, then she moves her hands down my chest to the waistband of my jeans. Without hesitation, she unbuttons my pants and I lift my hips as she shimmies them down my legs, taking my boxer briefs with her.

  My cock springs free and almost hits her in the face.

  Once she removes my clothes and throws them behind her, she stands and slides her panties off her hips, tossing them and the ripped shirt to the floor.

  Standing there completely naked, I take in the sight before me. Smooth, tanned legs meet the apex of her thigh
s and lead me to her shaved pussy. I can even see her arousal glistening from here.

  Wanting to get the full view, I reluctantly move my eyes up to her full breasts before locking onto her eyes. Once she knows she has my full attention, she slowly climbs back onto the bed and brings herself down on top of me again. “Like what you see?” she asks boldly. I don’t know where this confidence is coming from, but I love that it’s there and the fear from only moments ago is forgotten.

  “You have no fucking idea. No fucking idea at all.”

  Leaning up on my elbows, I kiss her neck and groan when I feel her rub her bare pussy against my cock.

  “Do you have condoms?”

  I reach over to my bedside table and pull one out. Before I can rip it open, she takes it from me and brings it to her lips, tearing it open with her teeth. “Fuck,” I whisper. Watching her take charge is even sexier than I thought it would be.

  I watch her slide the condom down and without wasting another second, she lifts herself up and slides down, both of us letting out a tortured moan as she fully seats herself on my cock.

  She starts slowly, moving up and down before picking up the pace. I stay focused on everything she’s doing, from her sliding up and down on my cock, to her breasts bouncing with each movement. She has me so close to coming, but I hold on. Needing to get some control back, I grab both her wrists and pin them behind her back while she keeps her rhythm. I make sure to look her in the eyes so she knows what I’m doing, but the only thing I see from her is pure pleasure.

  I start pounding into her from below, which has her arching her back, causing my cock to slide in deeper with each thrust. “That’s it, take my cock deep in your tight pussy,” I growl, thrusting harder and faster. Feeling her start to tighten around me, I know she’s close to coming. “Do not come until I tell you to.”

  “Please, Toby. I’m ready to come. I need to come!” she yells, closing her eyes.