Destiny Revealed (There's Always Tomorrow Book 2)

by Saperstein, M. D.

  Ten minutes later, Vance finally gets Melina alone upstairs and in his bedroom. Melina is walking lazily toward the bed, so Vance just rushes up behind her, grabs her around the waist, and tosses her on the bed. Melina squeals and giggles as she lands on her back and bounces. Vance smiles wickedly as he crawls up onto the bed toward her.

  Vance knees her legs apart so that he can crawl between them then sets his body down on top of hers. Melina immediately cups his face and pulls him down into a heated kiss. He groans then grinds his hips against hers, pulling a sweet little gasp from her. Vance skims his hand over her ribs to cup one of her made-for-his-hand breasts. God, they are so perfect, but he needs to feel her skin. Vance leans back just enough to tug her shirt over her head. But it’s not enough. He needs to see all of her.

  Sitting back on his heels, Vance admires her beauty. Her skin is flawless and silky smooth, he wants to lick every inch of it. A pink lace bra restrains her ample breasts. Pretty, but it has to go. Vance reaches a hand behind her back and unhooks the clasp with ease. Then he slowly peels the bra away, leaving her on display below him. She’s gorgeous, just as he remembers.

  Vance hisses out a breath. “Shit, you’re beautiful.”

  Melina smiles softly, her hands slipping under the front of his t-shirt to graze across his abs. Vance lets his head drop back as he closes his eyes. God, how he has longed for Melina to touch him like this…again. Vance yanks his shirt over his head and tosses it aside. Melina's hands roam over his shoulders and down his arms. When she gets to his hands, she guides them to her breasts. Vance complies and cups both breasts with his big hands.

  Leaning down, he pulls one of her nipples into his mouth. Melina moans and arches off the bed to get closer to his mouth. Vance licks, sucks, and nips her nipples until she’s panting. He removes her jeans and panties in one shot. He then kisses his way down her body, stopping to torture her ticklish hips.

  Vance settles between her legs, using his hands on the inside of her thighs to push them farther apart. Melina squirms under his hands, moaning with impatience, but Vance can't help but just look at her for a moment. She is bare and smooth, and he likes it. A lot. She is absolutely perfect.

  Melina gasps at the first swipe of his tongue. Vance goes a little crazy after that, unable to help himself. She tastes so good and is so responsive - moaning and gasping and panting. Vance has to grip her hips to hold her steady when she starts to buck under him.

  Melina lets out a strangled cry and grabs fists full of his hair, as her body starts to tremble. Vance knows that she’s on the brink and wants to send her flying over. He slips a finger inside of her and that is it; her pussy grips tightly onto his finger as she screams her release, clutching his hair so tightly that it actually hurts.

  Vance rides out her aftershocks then slides off the end of the bed. Melina lays limply as Vance strips off his jeans and briefs. She looks him over with her heavy-lidded gaze, a slow lazy smile creeping across her face. She crooks her finger at him, beckoning him to her. Vance smiles and shakes his head.

  “I need a replay on that blow job I can't remember,” he murmurs, taking himself in his hand and stroking slowly.

  Melina laughs but gets onto her hands and knees then crawls to the edge of the bed. She bats his hand away and takes hold of him. Melina doesn't play games; she just takes him into her mouth and goes to town. She’s still on her hands and knees, giving Vance an amazing view of her flawless backside. Vance gasps when she takes him deep, but can’t take his eyes off her perfect ass. He lets out a low moan and laces his fingers into her hair.

  Vance can feel his orgasm building but he doesn't want to come yet. He wants to be inside of her when he does that. So he pushes Melina back onto the bed, her mouth coming off of him with a pop.

  “Hey!” she exclaims.

  Vance ignores her and grabs a condom from the drawer of his bedside table. He rolls it on as he gets onto the bed and situates himself between her legs. Vance leans over her, one hand holding him up. He uses his other hand to rub himself through her wet folds. Melina groans impatiently and squirms. Vance smirks. He likes this side of Melina. She knows what she wants and gladly lets him know.

  Vance positions himself and enters her in one powerful thrust. A strangled cry bubbles up his throat while Melina cries out and grips his ass. Vance drops to his forearms, his mouth meeting hers. He pulls back slowly and pushes back in with Melina's hands pulling him deeper. Vance groans into her mouth.

  She feels so incredible, hot and wet. He swears that she’s made just for him, as he fits so perfectly inside of her. Melina hooks her heels onto the backs of his thighs, trying to keep him as close as possible. Yes, Vance wants to make love to her, but right now, he’s feeling a bit frantic. He needs to go faster, harder.

  “I promise to take my time next time, but I just fucking need to take you right now,” he grits out, barely holding on.

  Melina nods emphatically. That’s all the permission he needs to fuck her to death.

  Vance straightens up and pushes her legs up and apart, holding her behind the knees. This also gives him an amazing view of himself entering her. Melina moans and lets her arms fall haphazardly above her head.

  Vance stares down at his gorgeous supermodel girlfriend and can't believe how lucky he is. He grits his teeth and tries to hold out a little longer, wanting her to come again. Melina's tits bounce with each thrust, making it impossible for him to take his eyes off them. She then reaches for him, rubs her hands over his chest, and rakes her nails down his abs, which pulls a deep moan from him. Switching his grip to hook her legs over his forearms, Vance picks up the pace. Melina gasps and clutches his biceps, her nails digging in sharply. Vance growls, feeling Melina clench around him.

  “Come on, baby, come for me,” Vance breathes, feeling a bead of sweat trickle down his back.

  Melina whimpers. Her eyes are locked onto his and he can see the desperation in them to be pushed over the edge. Vance pulls one arm out from under her leg and uses his thumb to add pressure to her clit. Melina cries out and her eyes squeeze shut as she digs her head back into the pillow she is resting on. Vance silently wills her to come because he isn't going to hold out much longer.

  Finally, Melina screams and her whole body convulses. She arches up off the bed as he slams into her. Vance loses his battle with holding on when he feels her body squeezing his dick like a tight fist. He lets out a guttural shout and power strokes into her once more, remaining seated to the hilt while he pulses inside of her.

  “Fuck,” Vance breathes and collapses on top of Melina.

  Melina hums in agreement and wraps her arms around him. She skims her hands down his back then gives his ass a squeeze. Vance chuckles and tucks his face into her neck.

  “That was amazing,” Vance murmurs, kissing her neck.

  Melina sighs contently. “Yeah, it was.”

  Vance rolls off Melina and disposes of the condom. He then slips back into bed, pulling her into his arms. Melina snuggles against him, her face on his chest. Vance breathes deeply, pulling in Melina's after-sex scent. Shit, she’s amazing. He’s actually shocked by her strength; with everything that has gone on, most women would have had a nervous breakdown by now. Vance's emotions swell and crash over him in waves. The things that he’s feeling for her, are like nothing he's ever felt before for any other woman. Just her. Only her. Always Melina.

  **Damien**

  Damien bites down on a rag as he uses a pair of needle nose pliers to yank the bullet out of his shoulder. He screams against the rag and almost passes out from the pain. He cannot believe that motherfucking Vance is still alive. And his family, too. How could no one have gotten shot or killed? With all of the bullets he pumped into that house, they got fucking lucky. Damien rips the bullet free and tosses it into the sink along with the pliers.

  Damien grabs the bottle of rubbing alcohol, leans over the sink, takes a deep breath, and pours it over the wound. He screams again and stomps his foot, trying to dist
ract from the pain. He also cannot believe that he got shot. Fucking Vance got lucky with that, too. After the burn of the alcohol starts to wear off, Damien stitches himself up with a sterilized needle and thread kit that he ordered off the Internet from a medical supply outlet. He never thought that he would ever need it, but here he is, sewing up his own shoulder.

  He was able to evade the police, and went back to the hotel that he's been staying at. As soon as he’s done patching himself up, he’s going to check out of this one and find another hotel. He has to keep moving if he wants to continue to stay one-step ahead of the cops. He also wants to change his appearance. He’s going to dye his hair blond, grow a goatee, and buy a pair of fake glasses. He’s going to have to lay low for a while. He wants them to think that he's given up. Give them a couple of months. Just when they start to believe that they are safe - then BAM! - he’ll hit them hard! He is hoping to get his second chance with Melina. He wants her so badly. After seeing her come running out the door to save her boy toy, he’s determined to feel that soft sexy body under his again. And he couldn’t care less right now if she is willing or not. He will have her, that’s a fact.

  Damien finishes sewing his shoulder back together then wraps it up. He packs up his things, slings the duffle bag over his good shoulder, and then heads for the door. Shit, he’s going to have to get another gun since he left the other one at the scene. He'll worry about that a little later. Right now, he needs to worry about staying under the radar.

  Chapter 12

  **Ryder**

  Ryder watches the woman in front of him bend over and grab her clothes off the floor. She roughly pulls everything on before going over to the full-length mirror hanging on the wall to make sure that she looks presentable. She rakes her hands through her red hair and runs a finger under each eye. She glares at him through the mirror.

  “Nothing to say?” she snaps.

  “I swear, Morgan it's not you.” Ryder sighs.

  Morgan lets out a bitter laugh. “Yeah, okay, whatever.”

  Ryder shakes his head; he doesn't even know how to explain it. He doesn't exactly know what the problem is himself. He has a feeling he knows, but he isn't willing to venture there yet. He just barely got it up with the woman before Morgan. At least he was able to have sex with her. But this time, Morgan’s doing nothing for him. She’s really pretty and definitely would have caught his attention a few months ago. Even though he still finds her attractive, she doesn't turn him on at all.

  “Do you have some kind of erectile dysfunction?” Morgan asks, her voice annoyed. “Because you should have told me that before I even came over.”

  Ryder shrugs. “Maybe, I don't know,” he mutters, raking a hand through his hair.

  “Alright, whatever, I'm outta here,” Morgan says, waving her hand dismissively as she heads for his bedroom door.

  Ryder winces when she slams it behind her. Dammit, what the fuck is going on with him? Ryder tries to think about what turns him on. It definitely isn't women anymore. The thought makes Ryder's heart pound. Can he really be gay?

  Ryder thinks back, looking for any clues that could help with his confusion. He sucks in a sharp breath as he remembers a few instances when women asked him if he was gay.

  He remembers one girl that told him it was, “just the way he carried himself.” Another caught him checking out a guy. Ryder defended himself by saying he was only admiring the guy's outfit, which made the girl laugh and give him a knowing look. He didn’t understand that look until this very moment.

  Ryder sighs heavily and climbs off his bed, grabbing his swim trunks off the floor and pulling them on. He shakes his head. He didn't even want to kiss Morgan, let alone sleep with her. So why did he bring her home? To try to prove to himself that he still wants women? Well that was an epic fail.

  Maybe he isn't gay. Maybe he’s just bored with women. Ryder snorts and shakes his head. Even he doesn't believe that for one second. Shit. How did he get here? This is not how he exactly pictured his life at 28. He thought he would have been married by now, but none of the women that he’s dated were one whom he envisioned spending the rest of his life with. And now he understands why. He’s gay.

  Ryder heads downstairs to grab a beer. He can really use a drink right now. Besides, Melina's family is coming over for a barbeque and bonfire in half an hour. When Ryder walks into the kitchen, Vance and his brother, Xander, are standing at the island counter talking quietly. They both look up when he walks in. Ryder gives them both a tight smile as he walks to the fridge.

  “Yo, dude, what happened up there? That chick was not happy walking out the front door.” Vance chuckles.

  “Yeah, man. I'm pretty sure she muttered something about a limp dick.” Xander winces.

  Ryder sighs and twists off the bottle cap. “Let it go,” Ryder mumbles and takes a long swig of beer.

  “Ryder, you know that you can tell me anything, right?” Vance says somberly, looking Ryder over.

  Ryder nods. “I know, I just...I’m still trying to sort shit out in my head,” he says quietly.

  Both sets of bright blue eyes watch him for a moment. One being from one of his oldest and best friends. The other belonging to the man that he’s known since he was in diapers, but suddenly catches Ryder's attention. It’s funny how much Vance and Xander look alike, with a few subtle differences. The main one being that Xander is gay, of course. He's been out since he was sixteen years old. Xander knew from a young age who he was and to whom he was attracted. Ryder is jealous of that. He hates being so confused.

  Ryder must admit that he finds Xander extremely attractive. His dark blond hair and bright blue eyes are mesmerizing. His mouth is full and serious at the moment, but Ryder knows that he has an amazing smile. Just the thought of it makes his mouth water.

  “Alright, Vance, I gotta go. I’m going clubbing tonight with some friends,” Xander says, breaking the silence in the kitchen.

  “Can't you go another night? I'm going to need all of the help I can get meeting Melina's family,” Vance whines.

  Xander smiles warmly at his brother. “Stop it, you're gonna be fine,” he says, patting Vance's shoulder. Xander moves away and starts for the door. “And no, I can't go another night. These guys are friends from college and I haven't seen them in over a year.”

  Vance sighs. “Fine, call me later.”

  “Yup,” Xander says, giving Ryder a playful punch in the shoulder before walking out of the kitchen toward the front door.

  Ryder watches him go, checking out his ass. And damn, does Xander have a nice ass. Vance clears his throat, pulling Ryder's attention back to him. Ryder tips his beer back to hide the flush suddenly creeping up his cheeks.

  “Are you sure you don't wanna talk?” Vance asks when Ryder finally meets his gaze.

  Ryder shakes his head. “Not yet.”

  Vance nods. “Alright,” he says before leaving Ryder alone in the kitchen.

  **Mike**

  Mike tosses the football back to Vance. They are on the stretch of beach that butts up to the back of their house. It has been a couple of weeks since the shooting at Vance's parents’ house and all has been quiet. The police followed a couple of leads but came up empty-handed. Apparently, Damien has been moving around and is using a different name.

  While Mike and Vance are tossing the football, Melina is sunbathing on a lounge chair that she dragged down from the patio. Dayne and Ryder are standing at the water's edge talking, and Tripp is back at the house filling a cooler with beer and ice. They are waiting for everyone else to arrive, having invited their families over for a giant barbeque and beach bonfire.

  Mike hears a phone beep and looks over to see Melina jump up excitedly. “My family’s here!” she squeaks and skips back to the house. Vance pales a little as he watches her head up to the house. He hasn't met her family yet, and apparently, her brothers want a word with him in private.

  “Don't sweat it, Van. You’ll be fine, they'll love you,” Mike assures him a
nd tosses the football at him, which he doesn't catch; it just bounces off his chest.

  Vance looks at him, his face skeptical. “What if her brothers don't like me? It could be a deal breaker.”

  Mike snorts. “Man, Melina is head over heels for you, nothing is going to be a deal breaker unless you cheat on her or hurt her. Since you’d never do either, you have nothing to worry about.”

  Vance smiles softly. “Head over heels, huh?” he murmurs.

  Mike smiles. “No doubt.”

  “Maybe I should go up there and greet them?” he asks, unsure.

  “It would look good for you,” Mike agrees.

  Vance nods then takes off in a light jog toward the house. Mike smiles and shakes his head. He scoops up the football and heads down toward the water where Dayne and Ryder are talking quietly amongst themselves.

  “Hey, fellas. Wanna throw the ball around a little?” Mike asks as he walks up. Both Dayne and Ryder look over at him, their expressions serious. “Shit, am I interrupting?” he asks seriously.

  “Can you just give us a few more minutes?” Ryder asks quietly.

  “Sure, no problem.” Mike nods and heads back up the beach. Whatever they are talking about it must be serious. And apparently they don't want to share or they would have included him in the conversation.

  So Mike decides to head back to the house to help Tripp with the beer and meet Melina's family. They all just walk out onto the patio when Mike gets there. Holy shit, they are one good-looking family. Melina's parents don't look a day over 50, even though they have to be at least mid to late 50s. Her two brothers are big and buff and handsome as shit. Mike would not want to take them to a bar; these two might overshadow him. Mike knows that he’s a good looking guy, and he works hard to keep his body in tip-top shape, but damn, these guys are intimidating. And Mike can tell by Vance's face that he thinks so, too.

  Then there’s Melina's little sister. Mike can only catch glimpses of her where she stands talking to Melina behind her brothers, and from what he can tell, she’s cute as shit. Mike has to remember, though, that she’s only 19, and he’s way too old for her.