Destiny Revealed (There's Always Tomorrow Book 2)

by Saperstein, M. D.

  Melina fights not to laugh. “Letty, you look like a toddler right now, ready to throw a temper tantrum.”

  Scarlett immediately uncrosses her arms and sits up straight, her pout turning into a scowl. Melina laughs.

  “It's not funny,” Scarlett mumbles. “Mike will never want me if I act like that.”

  “Listen, I know Mike is attracted to you, but I'm not sure that he wants a relationship.” Melina sighs.

  Scarlett opens and closes her mouth a couple of times before she’s able to find her words. “I want my first time to be with someone that I care about; I don't want a one night stand.”

  “Then forget about Mike. I don't think that you're going to get the relationship you crave with him. And honestly, Letty, I don't think you're ever going to find the kind of relationship you want,” Melina says softly, hating to burst her sister's bubble. Scarlett is a romantic and has a skewed picture of what a relationship should be like.

  “How would you know?” Scarlett says defensively.

  “Because, it's not realistic. Relationships are not lovey-dovey 24/7. Men are difficult and can be hard to understand sometimes. That shit you read about in your romance novels is fantasy, not real life,” Melina says, watching her sister's reaction.

  Scarlett sighs and runs her hand through her long dark hair. “I know that.”

  “Do you?” Melina asks, eyebrow raised in question.

  Scarlett nods. “A girl can dream, can't she? I know it isn’t realistic, no matter how much I want it to be.”

  Melina chews on her bottom lip for a few seconds before speaking. “I’d really rather you wait until you’re in love, or even married, before you have sex,” she tries to say seriously, but has to fight back a smile.

  “Now who’s not being realistic?” Scarlett crosses her arms and rolls her eyes.

  “Come on, sis. I jumped in head first with Damien and look where that got me. Now, with Vance, I waited, and it was worth every minute. I’m not saying it was easy, but it made it so much more special. What do want from Mike exactly?” Melina asks curiously, her smile winning out and appearing brightly at her sister’s smart comeback.

  Scarlett looks at her and shrugs. “I don't know. He’s gorgeous, and I'm dying to kiss him again. Oh, and I'm curious to see what he looks like naked,” Scarlett whispers, a blush creeping up her cheeks.

  “Have you ever seen a guy naked?” Melina asks, fighting not to smile.

  “Not in person,” Scarlett says quietly, avoiding Melina's gaze.

  “I'm sure Mike would let you see him naked if you ask, he's not shy.” Melina chuckles.

  Scarlett's eyes fly to hers, her mouth open in shock. “Melina! I can't just ask to see him naked!”

  Melina throws her head back and laughs. “Sure you can. I'm sure he'd be more than willing to show you what a real man looks like naked.”

  Just then, the door that leads to the garage opens and in walks Mike and Vance. They are talking and haven't yet noticed Scarlett and Melina sitting at the table. Mike is half-turned to look back at Vance as he speaks.

  “For real, dude. I need to get laid; my hand just ain't the same,” Mike grunts then turns and freezes when he sees Melina and Scarlett.

  Melina smiles. “Hey, guys.”

  Vance smiles wide and walks over to her, giving her a kiss on the lips. “Hey, baby.”

  Melina glances at Scarlett to find her staring at Mike, her eyes roaming up and down his uniform-clad body. A flush creeps up her cheeks and her breathing quickens. She is totally thinking about what Melina told her. She doubts that Scarlett has the balls to ask Mike to see him naked. Melina might just have to speak for her.

  “Mike, you remember my sister, Scarlett,” Melina says, hoping to unfreeze the both of them.

  Mike swallows hard then clears his throat. “Uh, yeah, I remember Scarlett...hey,” he mumbles in her direction, raising his hand in greeting.

  Vance snickers. Melina gives the back of his thigh a pinch. “Ow!” he shouts and jumps away from her. Melina smiles sweetly while he glares at her.

  Scarlett blushes harder and gives Mike a wave in return. Melina stands and pushes Vance toward the stairs. “Let me help you out of your uniform,” she purrs, giving his ass a squeeze.

  “Mmm, baby, that's what I'm talking about,” Vance rasps, biting his bottom lip.

  Melina gives Scarlett a pointed look then disappears with Vance up the stairs.

  **Mike**

  Mike cannot believe that Melina just did that. He gapes at the stairs in shock. She just left him with her sister...alone! His body is already responding to just the sight of her. Her big brown eyes are glaring at the stairs in shock also. Mike doesn't know what to do. He wants to run upstairs and lock himself in his room until she disappears, but then he'd feel bad for leaving her alone while Melina and Vance get it on upstairs.

  Scarlett's beautiful face turns to look at him, her eyes once again roaming down his body. He feels his cock twitch at her obvious appraisal. Her eyes lift back up to his face and she blushes hard when she realizes that he caught her checking him out. She quickly glances away to look down at her hands, which are in her lap.

  Mike takes the opportunity to look her over. She is in a pretty, floral sundress and flip-flops. The top of it dips down to show off her ample cleavage. Her long dark hair is cascading down her back and over her shoulders. Mike would love to wrap all of that hair around his fist and hold onto it while he fucks her from...Oh god, shut up! He does not need to get a hard on in his work pants; there would be no hiding it, they fit too snugly.

  “So, Scarlett...” Mike starts, but is cut off by Scarlett.

  “Can I see you naked?” Scarlett blurts then slaps her hands over her mouth. Her eyes are wide and horrified.

  Mike's mouth drops open and he stares at her in utter shock. Did she really just ask to see him naked? How does he respond to that? She has obviously been thinking about this.

  “Excuse me?” he replies softly when he’s able to get past the shock.

  Scarlett’s hands are now covering her whole face. She closes her eyes, probably unwilling to see his expression for fear of rejection. “I keep thinking about you and I'm curious,” she whispers from behind her hands, obviously mortified.

  Mike walks closer then sits down next to her. He puts his hand on her bare knee, making her jump. Her eyes snap open to look at him. A small smile curves his lips. “You've never seen a guy naked before?”

  Scarlett shakes her head. “Never in person,” she admits quietly.

  “And you just want to know what a guy looks like in person?” Mike asks, searching her eyes.

  “I want to know what you look like,” she murmurs softly, and Mike nearly comes in his pants. She wants to see him naked; not just any guy, just him.

  “Why me?” he asks. He has to know.

  “Because I like you and I can't stop thinking about you,” Scarlett says so softly that Mike can barely hear her. Her face is beet red and he can see that she’s struggling with this conversation.

  Mike stares at her, indecision pulling him in different directions. He absolutely wants to show her what a real man looks like in person. He would love to teach her everything there is to know about how to please a man, too. But she’s innocent, and he doesn't want to be the one to taint her. She’s 19, dammit!

  Scarlett must sense his indecision because her big brown eyes lift to his. “Please, we don't have to do anything. I just want to see what you look like without clothes.”

  Mike closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “Your brothers are going to kill me,” he mutters before standing and holding out his hand to her.

  Scarlett's eyes flash excitedly. She takes his hand and lets him lead her upstairs to his room. They hear Vance and Melina moaning as they walk by their door; no doubt about what they’re doing. Mike takes Scarlett into his room, shuts the door, and locks it. He takes her over to his bed and sits her on the end. He can’t believe what he’s about to do. He must be com
pletely insane.

  “I'm assuming you're a virgin also?” Mike asks, taking off his gun and holster.

  Scarlett nods, looking nervous.

  Mike puts his gun on the dresser then takes off his belt. His boots are next to go. He stands in front of her the whole time. He can't remember the last time he actually stripped like this in front of a woman. Usually both parties are taking off their clothes. Mike pulls his shirt out of his pants and unbuttons it. He shucks it, along with his undershirt, tossing them to the floor. His pants and socks follow.

  Mike stands only a foot away from Scarlett in his just his black boxer-briefs, hard. Her eyes are blazing hot, and her body is humming with desire. She is turning him on something fierce. He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and waits for her to drag her eyes up to meet his.

  “You ready?” Mike asks low and husky, barely recognizing his own voice.

  Scarlett licks her lips and nods quickly. Mike takes a deep breath and prays for control. He pushes his underwear down, letting them fall to the floor, then kicks them aside. Scarlett gasps. He watches her as she stares at his junk. She has his dick’s undivided attention and it’s unapologetically hard.

  Scarlett glances up at him quickly before returning her gaze to his cock. “Can I touch?” she whispers, licking her lips again.

  Mike clenches his jaw and steps closer, their knees touching. He laces his fingers behind his head to stop himself from grabbing her, stripping her naked, and taking her virginity. He watches as she hesitantly reaches out to run her fingers down his cock, which involuntarily twitches, making her giggle.

  “It's so smooth and soft but hard at the same time, it's crazy,” Scarlett murmurs, almost to herself as she runs her fingers over him again, then moves down to his balls, where she cups them gently, before moving back up his shaft.

  Mike groans low and Scarlett snatches her hand back, her eyes snapping up to meet his. “Did I hurt you?” she asks.

  Mike smiles and shakes his head. “Not the kind of pain you’re referring to, sweetheart.”

  Scarlett flushes. “Oh.”

  “You can keep touching me,” Mike rasps, his heavy-lidded gaze fixated on her cleavage.

  “I can't believe I'm doing this,” Scarlett whispers. “This is so unlike me.”

  Mike chuckles. “What can I say; I guess I just have that effect on you.”

  Scarlett's eyes lock on his and Mike's heart skips a beat. “You do,” she murmurs softly, reaching out to touch him again.

  Mike backs his hips up so that he’s out of her reach. Scarlett looks up at him, confused. Mike sighs. “You need to tell me where you think this is going to go. What are you looking for?”

  Scarlett's big brown eyes blink innocently up at him. Shit, he is so screwed. “I don't know.” Scarlett shrugs, blushing again.

  “Do you only want to see me naked, or are you looking to go further?” Mike asks.

  Scarlett opens and closes her mouth a couple of times before getting the words out. “At first, I really did only want to see you naked, but now that I have, I'm curious about other things,” she admits softly.

  Mike drops his head back on his shoulders and takes a few deep breaths to try to calm himself. His control is teetering on the edge. “Scarlett, are you sure? You have to be sure,” he says, bringing his head back up to meet her gaze.

  “I'm not sure if I want to have sex right now, but I’m sure about doing some other stuff,” Scarlett says.

  “Why not find someone closer to your age?” Mike asks.

  “Wouldn't it be better to have someone experienced show me how to do things the right way?” Scarlett asks, tilting her head slightly, as she regards him.

  “I'm not sure there is a right way. It’s all about what feels good for each person,” Mike responds.

  Scarlett takes a deep breath, seeming to steel herself. “Well, I want to make you feel good,” she says firmly. Mike knows that there’s no changing her mind now.

  Mike fights down a moan then climbs onto the bed. He scoots up to the headboard and sits against it, knowing that he’s about to be tortured with pleasure. Mike can’t help but notice when Scarlett turns around that his fantasy from the night he met her is coming true.

  Mike wraps his hand around himself and starts stroking. Scarlett watches from the end of the bed. Her wide innocent eyes lock onto his movements, and her pouty lips part in awe. Mike beckons her forward with a tilt of his head. Scarlett glances up at his face before she refocuses on his cock. She hesitates briefly before crawling up to kneel between his spread legs. She sits back onto her heels and places her hands on the tops of her thighs. Her eyes are wide and curious, and burning with desire.

  “Wanna make me come?” Mike barely gets out. He wants nothing more than to bury himself inside of her.

  Scarlett nods quickly, licking her lips again. Her eyes never leave his cock.

  “Give me your hand,” Mike growls.

  Scarlett swallows hard and holds out her hand to him. He reaches over and grabs the lube that he keeps on his nightstand and pours some in her hand, then shows her how to rub it all over his achingly hard cock. Mike hisses out a breath at the feel of her long fingers on him. Mike then wraps her hand around his hand and teaches her how to stroke him.

  “Would you believe me if I told you that this was a fantasy of mine?” Mike groans, his dilated eyes taking in her beautifully flushed face.

  Scarlett's eyes flick up to his. “Really?” she breathes.

  “Really,” Mike moans, digging his head back against the headboard. “Don't be afraid to squeeze tight.”

  Mike demonstrates with his hand over hers, squeezing when they reach the head. Scarlett gasps. “That doesn't hurt?” she worries.

  Mike shakes his head. “It feels good, keep going,” he growls and lets her hand go so she can do it herself.

  Scarlett hesitates for a second before continuing to jerk him off. Mike watches her, struggling to keep his hips still. She’s still nervous, and he doesn't want to scare her by going a little crazy and bucking his hips. Mike bites his bottom lip to keep from making too many noises.

  “Am I doing okay?” Scarlett asks softly.

  “Fuck yes,” Mike groans, his eyes practically rolling back into his head when she reaches his sensitive tip. He can feel his orgasm starting to form. The tingle starts at his toes and works its way up his legs. His balls pull tight.

  “Faster, baby, I'm gonna come,” Mike grits out through clenched teeth.

  Scarlett strokes faster and Mike’s control snaps. He comes hard, a guttural cry ripping up his throat as he throws his head back, squeezes his eyes shut, and fists the sheets. Scarlett gasps. Mike jerks in her grasp, his body shuddering with pleasure. He has to reach down and still Scarlett's hand because she’s still stroking and he can't take it anymore.

  Mike opens his eyes slowly to meet Scarlett's wide gaze. A slow smile creeps across his face. Scarlett looks breathtaking. Her face is flushed, and her brown eyes are wide and awestruck, as she is breathing heavily. She is totally turned on. Mike sits up and cups her face with his free hand. He pulls her a bit closer until their lips touch, but that isn’t enough for him. So he tilts his head to the side to kiss her more deeply, slipping his tongue between her parted lips.

  Scarlett hesitates a moment before kissing him back, her tongue tentatively meeting his. Her breathy sigh makes Mike's heart flip-flop in his chest. He’s having all kinds of unexpected emotions running through him and it’s making him nervous. He doesn't want or need to have feelings for this girl. And a girl is what she is. She’s 19 and just gave him a hand job. What the fuck is wrong with him?

  Mike slowly pulls away from their kiss and reaches over to the nightstand for the tissue box. He completely avoids her gaze as he cleans off Scarlett's hand and then himself. Once they’re both clean, he moves off the bed, grabs his underwear off the floor, and pulls them on.

  “Mike? Are you okay?” Scarlett asks quietly from behind him.

>   “Yeah, fine. Is your curiosity satisfied?” he replies blandly, not turning around.

  “I...um...I was hoping you would...uh...be my first,” Scarlett says in her soft voice from the bed. She’s so vulnerable and he suddenly feels like a huge dick.

  Mike stills then slowly spins around to face her. Scarlett's face is turned down to look at her knotted hands in her lap, her cheeks tinted red. Mike's chest squeezes tight enough that he has to rub it with the heel of his palm.

  “Scarlett, no. You don't want me as your first. You want it to be with someone you’re in love with,” Mike mutters.

  Scarlett shakes her head, her eyes raising to meet his. “No, I don't. I want it to be with someone who is experienced enough to make it good for me. I'm not stupid, I've heard how horrible losing your virginity to someone who has no idea what they’re doing can be. I like you, Mike, a lot, and I know that you’d make sure it’s great for my first time,” she says, not an ounce of doubt in her eyes.

  Mike gawks at her. What can he say to that? She’s right. He remembers the first time he popped a girl's cherry; he was 17 and she was 16, and he had only had sex one other time. He just wanted to get off so badly that all he did was make sure she was wet enough then drove into her. He probably came after about five thrusts. The girl cried and never spoke to him again. He really hurt her, and didn't realize until a few days later when one of her friends told him that she was still in pain from their little tryst. He was such a selfish prick back then.

  Mike swallows hard. “Are you sure you're ready for sex? You're still young and have plenty of time,” he says, his voice hoarse.

  Scarlett rolls her eyes at him. “I'm almost 20; most of my friends have been having sex for years now.”

  “Are your friends pressuring you?” Mike frowns. He'd knock them out if they are.

  Scarlett sighs. “No, Mike, they're not. I just want to. I'm ready, and I want it to be with you,” she replies convincingly.

  Mike shoves his hands on his hips and drops his chin to his chest. Indecision again pulling him in different directions. If he does this, he knows that there is a risk that he could lose his heart to her. And if he doesn't do this, then she'd most likely have a bad experience at the hands of an unskilled loser. And the thought of another man laying his hands on her is filling him with another unexpected emotion - jealousy.