Destiny Revealed (There's Always Tomorrow Book 2)

by Saperstein, M. D.

  The guys nod, big stupid drunken grins on all of their faces.

  “And who’s judging this nonsense?” she inquires.

  “Doesn’t matter…it was worth it just to see him try,” Ryder responds.

  Melina looks Vance over; he looks so ridiculously sexy. She's seen him naked once before, so she’s trying to picture him in the thong. She knows that his cock would completely fill the trunk of the elephant. Melina's heart races. His body is to die for, all sleek hard muscle, covered with smooth lightly tanned skin. Vance isn't a hairy guy; he pretty much only has hair on his arms, legs, and that super sexy happy trail that leads to his groin, which is blond like the hair on his head and trimmed short and neat, from what she remembers.

  Vance finishes off his beer then lets out a loud burp. Melina scrunches her nose at him. “Ew!”

  He just smiles, his gaze moving down to linger on her chest. He sways, having to shuffle his feet so he doesn't topple over. Melina shakes her head; he’s so drunk.

  Vance puts his empty bottle on the table and starts toward her. Melina can't help but stare at his naked torso, and then lower. When she brings her gaze back up to meet Vance's, he has that wicked smile back on his face and a naughty glint in his eye.

  As soon as Vance reaches her, his mouth is on hers, his tongue pushing its way through her parted lips. His hands tangle in her hair, pulling her closer. Melina has no choice but to put her arms around his waist; it’s either that or lose her balance. And Vance's instability isn't helping either. He has to keep shifting his feet to keep upright. Melina gets caught up in his kiss, anyway. She has missed him the past couple of days, and even though he tastes like beer, and is beyond smashed, he still kisses amazingly. This kiss is better than any other they have shared. Vance is uninhibited, free of worry and doubt, and is really letting loose on her. Melina loves it and wants him to kiss her like this every time.

  One of the guys makes an elephant noise behind them, making them both smile around their kiss. Melina even gets bold enough to slip her hands down to his ass, giving it a smack and a squeeze, causing the guys to roar with laughter. Melina can feel Vance starting to get hard against her and figures that it’s a good time to end their steamy kiss. She pulls back and looks up at him. Vance's eyes are blazing with desire, but Melina isn't sure she wants him for their first time while he’s drunk. She wants him to remember their first time together and she wants him coherent. Maybe she can just give him a little something to hold him over. Melina smiles at the thought.

  Melina moves out of his embrace and takes his hand. She then leads him toward the steps, grabbing her tote bag on the way. The guys whistle, hoot and holler, along with yelling some lewd comments at them. Pigs. Melina snorts and pulls Vance up the stairs. She leads him into his room, shutting the door, and locking it behind them.

  Melina drops her bag next to Vance's dresser then turns to look at him. He’s watching her like a lion watches its prey. Melina's heart skitters in her chest; no man has ever looked at her like that before. His big powerful body is coiled tight, ready to pounce. And she thought that she was going to resist him? Ha! Who is she kidding?

  “Come here,” Vance commands, his voice low and husky, sending shivers of pleasure down Melina's spine.

  Melina obeys his command and walks over to him, where he’s standing at the foot of the bed. She stops in front of him about an inch away then looks up into his bright blue eyes, which are still a little glazed over from the alcohol.

  “I want...this sexy mouth of yours...” he whispers, running his thumb over her bottom lip. “…all over me.”

  Melina gives him a sultry smile. “You got it, handsome,” she purrs and sucks his thumb into her mouth. Vance groans low when she swirls her tongue around it.

  Melina lets his thumb go then starts kissing her way down his body, stopping at his nipples to give them a flick and a nibble. She drops to her knees in front of him, her stomach doing a flip flop just knowing what she’s about to do. She rolls her eyes up to look at Vance. He is still watching her with that predatory look in his eyes, but now he’s panting through his parted lips.

  She is eye level with his erection, which is straining against his gym shorts, the only piece of clothing he has on. Melina presses a kiss to his happy trail as Vance laces his fingers into her hair.

  “Take it off,” Vance breathes, all humor from earlier gone. Oh, he wants her bad.

  Melina fingers the waistline sitting low at his hips. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Melina asks softly then nuzzles her nose against his bare hip.

  Vance's breath hitches as he shifts to catch his balance. Melina grabs his hips to help. Maybe after she gets his shorts off him she'll have him sit on the bed.

  “Melina,” Vance groans and tightens his grip in her hair.

  Melina is surprised that he can even get hard being as drunk as he is. But he is, his hard on is sticking right up. Melina takes hold of it at the base and puts her mouth around the head. Vance lets out a strangled cry, his hands dropping to her shoulders for support. The black fabric of his shorts soaks through pretty quickly. Melina sucks him through the fabric until Vance is begging her.

  “Baby, please!” he cries.

  Melina gives in and pulls his shorts completely off. As she helps him step out of them, Vance fists himself and strokes slowly. Damn, he is beautiful. Melina loves when guys touch themselves. It’s a total turn on for her, and there is a lot of him to touch. He is long and wide, the perfect combination. His fingers just barely touch as they wrap around the shaft, so Melina knows that her smaller hands won't even come close to encasing it. Since he is stroking, Melina takes the opportunity to lick and suck his boys. She holds the backs of his thighs as she leans in and pulls one into her mouth, sucking softly.

  “Oh fuuuucccckkk....” Vance moans, his head lolling back in pleasure. He holds his cock to his stomach as Melina continues to give the two fellas some attention.

  Vance's free hand cups the back of her head and holds her gently in place. Melina then moves up, licking up the underside of his shaft with a flat tongue, forcing Vance to move his hand out of the way. When she gets to the head, Melina swirls her tongue around it then pulls it into her mouth. Vance curses and shoves his other hand into her hair to hold it out of the way so he can see.

  Vance watches her with the sexiest face Melina has ever seen. He just has the look of pure ecstasy on his face and she loves it. Melina loves giving pleasure, as long as it is something that she wants to do. With Damien, he pretty much forced her to go down on him every day, saying it was her duty as his fiancée. She thought that she would never do this again, but here she is, doing it to Vance. Yeah, he wanted it, but she also wanted to give it. She wanted to make him crazy.

  Vance's hips thrust ever so slightly and she doubts that he even knows that he’s doing it. She can tell that he’s getting close because his whole body is stiff and rigid.

  “Fuck...if you don't want me to come in your mouth, I suggest you stop,” Vance rasps. Melina doesn't stop.

  Vance's eyes widen. “Really?” he chokes, unable to believe that she’s going to let him.

  Melina just gives him a long blink and speeds up her efforts. Vance growls deep in his throat and clenches his jaw. Oh yeah, he’s close.

  A guttural cry rips up Vance's throat just as he comes. Melina keeps going until there is nothing left and he is trembling above her. When she lets him go, he sinks to the floor in front of her and slumps back against the bed, completely out of breath. His eyes are closed and his lips are parted. Melina takes advantage and leans in to give him a soft kiss on the lips.

  “Mmm, baby, that was unbelievable,” he mutters and kisses her again.

  “I'm glad,” Melina murmurs against his lips before giving him one more kiss.

  “I'm tired.” Vance yawns.

  “Come on, let’s go to sleep,” Melina says and stands up. She holds out her hands for him. Vance barely opens his eyes as he takes them and lets her help him to
his feet.

  “What about you, though? I gotta return the favor,” Vance mutters, his mouth barely moving when he speaks.

  “You need sleep more than I need to get off.” Melina smirks as he crawls onto the bed, giving her a nice view of his ass and junk.

  Vance mumbles something unintelligible as he lies down on his stomach on top of the covers. He passes out as soon as his face hits the pillow. Melina smiles at her boyfriend. This is a new side of him that she had yet to see, and she kinda likes it. So far, he's been cautious and reserved around her with the paparazzi and stuff. It’s so nice to see him relaxed, even if he is shitfaced.

  She wants to know more about him, but she knows that will come with time and them spending time together. She’s curious about what he likes and dislikes. She wants to know more about his family and childhood. Melina pulls off her yoga pants and gets in bed next to him. Vance's face is turned toward her, half obscured by his pillow. He is just absolutely gorgeous. Definitely the most gorgeous man she's ever laid eyes on. He might not think so, but she'll convince him eventually. Melina strokes his hair and back until she falls asleep.

  Vance groans, his head is pounding. He drank way too much last night. His stomach feels nasty. He wonders if he throws up if he'd feel better. Vance moves to go do just that when his leg brushes against another. Vance freezes. Who the fuck is in his bed with him? Vance then realizes that he’s naked, which is not completely unusual since that's how he usually sleeps, but if someone else is in his bed, it can't be good. Vance lifts his head from his pillow and opens his eyes. A mass of dark brown hair covers the face of the woman lying next to him. Vance’s stomach rolls. Did he cheat on Melina? She’s in New York. Panic sets in. Oh, shit!

  Vance looks the woman over. She is curled up on her side, facing him. She’s in a white tank top and black panties. He doesn't remember anything past his eighth beer, except egging Dayne on to put the elephant thong on; that alone tells him how drunk he was. Vance props himself up on his elbows and hesitantly reaches out, gently brushing a chunk of hair away from the woman's face.

  Vance sags with relief when he sees that it’s Melina. Oh, thank god! He would have never forgiven himself if he brought another woman in his bed. Vance smiles at how pretty and peaceful she looks when she’s sleeping. He definitely missed her while she was away. He didn't expect to miss her as much as he did. It’s like he was missing a part of himself - no different from when he woke from the coma - which totally freaks him out.

  Vance strokes her hair, brushing more of it out of her face. Melina stirs right before her eyes flutter open. She rubs her eyes as she rolls onto her back then turns her head to look at him, a soft smile playing across her lush lips.

  “Morning,” she murmurs sweetly.

  “Hi,” Vance says with a small smile.

  “How are you feeling?” Melina asks with a knowing smile.

  “Like shit. When did you get here?” Vance asks, rubbing his face.

  Melina is biting back a smile when he looks back at her. “You don't remember anything?” she asks.

  Vance narrows his eyes at her. “Not much. Definitely not you coming over. I damn near had a heart attack when I woke up with you next to me. Your hair was covering your face and I didn't know who you were at first. Freaked me the hell out.”

  Melina gives him a sympathetic look.

  “Did something happen that I should remember?” Vance asks suspiciously.

  “Yeah, I thought it would have been memorable because you really seemed to enjoy it, but I guess not.” Melina shrugs and gives him a coy smile.

  Vance frowns. What the hell does she mean by that?

  “What do you remember?” Melina asks, turns to face him, and props her head up with her hand.

  “Everything up until Dayne put on that elephant thong and twerked around in the living room.” Vance grimaces. They are a bunch of asses when they’re drunk.

  Melina laughs. “Yeah, he answered the door dressed in that thing.”

  Vance groans and drops his face into his hands. “Sorry you had to see that.”

  “And he thrusted his hips at me and said ‘you know you love it,’” Melina adds.

  Vance feels his ears burn up. “Please tell me that pain in the ass didn’t put his hands on you.”

  “No, of course not.” Melina smiles then lays a sweet kiss on his shoulder.

  He lifts his face and looks at her. “Thank god. I think I’m too hungover to kick his ass right now.”

  Melina giggles at him. “You don't remember what happened after we came up here?” she asks, a coy smile back on her beautiful face.

  Vance shakes his head and frowns.

  “Let’s just say that I took your shorts off while on my knees,” she purrs, her eyes turning heated.

  Vance's breath catches. “No,” he breathes when he realizes what she’s saying.

  Melina gives him another one of her sympathetic looks and nods.

  “You gave me head and I don't remember it? What the fuck!” Vance cries and drops his face into the pillow and screams.

  Melina is laughing next to him.

  Think asshole, think! You've got to remember the first time your new girlfriend sucked your dick, he chides himself.

  “This is horrible! How can I not remember that?” Vance groans.

  “You were really, really drunk,” Melina says, her eyes comically wide.

  Vance chuckles and shakes his head. “Obviously.”

  Vance looks Melina over. She looks great in his king sized bed, especially in her tank top and panties. Vance reaches over and runs his hand up and down her silky thigh. He scoots his naked self closer so that he’s almost against her. He takes her by the back of her knee and drapes her leg over his hip then continues to stroke her thigh. How can she feel exactly the same as she did in his dream? How is that even possible? Vance leans in to give her a kiss, but instead of getting her mouth, her fingers press against his lips.

  “You need to brush your teeth and take a shower. Stale beer is not really a huge turn on for me,” Melina says with an apologetic grimace.

  Vance backs up. “Sorry, I forgot,” he says, clapping a hand over his mouth.

  He rolls out of bed and heads for the bathroom. “Don't go anywhere,” he calls over his shoulder before shutting himself in the bathroom.

  Vance braces himself with one hand on the vanity while he uses the other to brush his teeth. He tries desperately to remember Melina on her knees in front of him. Oh god, just thinking about it is getting him all hot and bothered. He urgently needs a repeat performance of the previous night’s events. Vance groans softly and closes his eyes.

  He still can't believe that Melina saw him like that last night. After being away from her for a few days, the first time she gets to see him, he’s drunk as a skunk. Not exactly the way he wants to start a new relationship. He really hopes that he didn’t act like a complete asshole. Considering that she didn’t run for the hills, he must’ve been a tolerable drunk. Vance spits and rinses off his toothbrush before hopping into the shower.

  This is just another reason why he doesn't see this relationship working out. Vance turns his face up and lets the warm water beat down on him. If he had been caught on camera like that, for Christ's sake, he would have definitely been fired. Vance’s doubts surrounding the relationship are creeping back in and are completely overwhelming him. Does he really think that it can’t work? Are his memories enough to surpass the grim reality? Is he so selfish that he can suppress these feelings and have sex with her anyway? He feels like he just got shot in the gut - no pun intended - killing his good mood instantly.

  Vance is just torturing himself. He likes her, a lot, and he knows that he will be broken without her. It's probably best that he doesn't remember her going down on him last night. Vance quickly washes up then shuts the water off. He dries off, wraps the towel around his waist, and then heads back out into the bedroom where Melina is waiting patiently on the bed.

  Vance fre
ezes when he realizes that she is naked. She is on her belly, facing him, resting on her elbows. Her long dark hair is tumbling over her shoulders, her forearms frame her perfectly rounded breasts, and her softly curved ass is on display. Vance is hard in two seconds, the towel jutting out in front of him. Melina's eyes rake down his body, stopping at the towel. She licks her lips and looks ready to eat him alive.

  Vance's heart pounds. He's never seen a more beautiful woman than Melina. She is the epitome of sexy. Melina pushes up onto her hands and knees and crawls to the end of the bed. Vance's mouth goes dry at the sight before him. Her mouth curls into a sultry smile as she crooks her finger at him, beaconing him forward. Vance hesitates, his earlier thoughts invading his head. Does he do this and risk losing his heart to her? Melina notices his hesitation and sits back on her heels.

  “What's the matter Vance?” She sighs.

  “You can do so much better than me,” Vance says flatly. “Last night proves that.”

  “Are you kidding me?” Melina practically shouts in exasperation. “I liked you a lot more last night than I do right now.” At Vance's questioning look, she continues, “You were so relaxed and uninhibited last night; you kissed me with reckless abandon. There was no worry. You didn't care about anything, only that you were with me. God Vance, what do I have to do to make you understand that there is no one else for me. I want you.” She’s breathing heavy from her admission.

  Vance closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose.

  “I'm here, on your bed, naked, practically throwing myself at you, and you're still not sure?” Melina sighs, her hurt clear.

  Vance looks up when he hears the bed move. Melina is crawling off and starting to put her clothes back on.

  Fuck!

  “Melina...” Vance starts, but Melina cuts him off with a shake of her head.

  “I don't know what else I can say to make you understand,” Melina murmurs, walking over to his dresser and picking up her bag. “This isn't working because you're not letting it, no other reason,” she says sadly then walks over to him. She gives him a tender kiss on the lips then starts for the door. “Call me if you’re ever ready,” she whispers before walking out into the hall.