Destiny Revealed (There's Always Tomorrow Book 2)

by Saperstein, M. D.

  “That's what happened to me the last time I tried to be with a woman. Only she wasn't my friend, and it was completely humiliating,” Ryder says dryly.

  “Well, you don't have to worry about that anymore,” Xander whispers against Ryder's lips then kisses him soundly.

  They somehow end up on the couch; Ryder isn't even sure how they got there. Xander is on top of him, kissing him passionately. Ryder slides his hands down to Xander's ass and gives it a squeeze. Xander rears back slightly, just far enough to pull his shirt over his head then yanks off Ryder's as well. One side of Xander's mouth lifts in a cocky smirk. His fingers find Ryder's nipple rings and pull on them slightly. Ryder's lips part as his back arches off the couch.

  “Oh, I definitely like these,” Xander murmurs then leans down to take one in his mouth, where he swirls his tongue around then nips at it with his teeth.

  Ryder cries out and grips Xander's hair, unsure if he wants to push him away or hold him in place. Xander, the bastard, chuckles. He then moves on to the other one, doing the same thing. After torturing Ryder's nipples, Xander starts slowly kissing and licking his way down Ryder's body. Ryder is panting heavily at just the thought of where Xander is heading.

  Xander tugs one side of Ryder's jeans down and starts tracing the Harley tattoo with his tongue that Ryder has on his hip. Ryder hisses out a breath and shoves his hands into his own hair. Ryder glances down to see that Xander is watching him, and it’s sexy as shit.

  “You ready for more?” Xander asks, his voice husky.

  “Fuck, yes,” Ryder moans.

  Xander growls and starts unbuckling Ryder's belt then unzips his jeans. Xander stands and pulls off Ryder's jeans and boxers in one shot then looks Ryder over with hungry eyes. Ryder groans when he sees him lick his lips. Xander moves to get back onto the couch but Ryder stops him.

  “Wait, I want you naked, too,” Ryder says.

  A devilish grin curves Xander's lips. “Oh, you do? Well, you better get up and take my pants off then.”

  Ryder sits up and scoots to the edge of the cushion. He then grabs Xander by his belt and pulls him between his knees. Xander watches every move with lust-filled eyes. Ryder makes quick work of Xander's belt and zipper then shoves them down to his ankles, where he kicks them aside. Ryder's eyes widen when he finally sees all of Xander.

  “What the fuck, Xan? Do giant cocks run in your family?” Ryder says in awe.

  Xander laughs. “Wouldn’t know, babe. I haven’t seen my brother’s cock in years.”

  Living in a house full of guys, nudity is the norm. So Ryder has seen all of his friends naked at one time or another, and Vance has the biggest cock of them all. The man is a monster. Ryder never imagined that Vance's brother would be the same way. He figured that Vance was a fluke. Apparently not.

  Xander cups Ryder's face with one hand and urges him closer. Ryder puts his hands on Xander's hips, but stops him from pulling him any closer.

  “I've never done this before.” Ryder frowns.

  Xander gives him a reassuring smile. “It's okay, Ryder. Just do whatever you like having done to yourself.”

  Ryder swallows hard and nods.

  “No matter what you do, it's gonna feel good.” Xander winks.

  Ryder nods again then pulls Xander a little closer. Xander slides both of his hands into Ryder's hair, probably for encouragement. Ryder wraps his hand around the base of Xander's hard cock then wraps his mouth around its head. Xander sucks in a sharp breath, making Ryder a bit braver. Ryder does everything to Xander that he likes done to himself, and after a few minutes, Xander is shoving him away, forcing him to lie back on the couch.

  Xander is on top of him, panting heavily. “Fuck, Ryder, I don’t wanna come yet.”

  Ryder smiles. “I did good?” he asks softly.

  “Hell, yeah! You did really good. Now it's my turn.” Xander smirks and slides down Ryder's body.

  Ryder's breath quickens in anticipation. “It's been a long time for me, Xan. I might not be able to last long,” he admits.

  “It's okay, we'll get one out of the way because you will be coming again,” Xander growls then takes Ryder into his mouth.

  Ryder cries out as he body bows off the couch. Xander grips his hips firmly, pushes him back down onto the couch, and holds him there. Ryder bites out a curse as his hips involuntarily buck. Xander presses down on his right hip with one hand while the other disappears. Ryder doesn't even think about that hand and where it’s going because he’s so caught up in what Xander is doing with his very talented mouth.

  Ryder tenses when he feels Xander's finger find then start rubbing circles around the hole that will eventually be filled with Xander's gigantic cock. Either Xander doesn't notice that Ryder has tensed up, or he doesn't care, because he just keeps going. Shit, the thought of Xander fitting inside of him is making him nervous.

  “Stop thinking,” Xander murmurs.

  How did he know?

  “Can't help it; you're gonna tear me up with that monster of yours,” Ryder pants.

  Xander laughs and moves up to kiss Ryder on the lips. “Not if you're ready for me, and I'm gonna make sure that you're ready,” he says and slides his finger in an inch.

  Ryder shouts in surprise, his eyes wide.

  “It's gonna feel weird and uncomfortable at first, but believe me, those feelings will go away and you're gonna love it,” Xander assures him then moves back down to take Ryder back into his mouth.

  As Xander continues sucking him, his finger moves in and out at the same pace. Ryder becomes overwhelmed with so many different sensations. Then Xander inserts a second finger, and Ryder groans at the invasion, not sure whether or not it feels good. But even with the conflicting thoughts, he can still feel his orgasm building.

  “Xander, I'm close,” Ryder moans.

  Xander's only acknowledgement that he hears him is that he picks up the pace.

  “Oh god yes,” Ryder wheezes, his hips moving in time with Xander's movements.

  Ryder's hands find Xander's hair, threading his fingers into it. Ryder lets out a strangled cry as he comes. His fingers tighten in Xander's hair as his head dings back into the couch cushion. Ryder's whole body jerks from the force of his orgasm. When Xander finally releases him, Ryder sags and groans. Xander climbs back up and kisses him.

  “You taste good,” he purrs then gets up. “Be right back.”

  Ryder just lies there, boneless, eyes closed. His chest heaves from the sheer force of his breathing. Holy shit, nothing has ever felt so good in his life. He's never been like this after being with a woman. Never. Xander comes back into the room a moment later, and Ryder opens his eyes to see that he has a bottle of lube.

  “Have you been tested lately?” Xander asks, laying his body on top of Ryder's.

  “I'm clean.” Ryder nods.

  “Good, me, too. You approve of no condoms then?” Xander asks.

  “Yeah,” Ryder murmurs then reaches up, pulling him down for a kiss.

  Their kiss is tender but passionate; it seems to Ryder that there may be other emotions coming into play here. Is this going to be something serious between them? Because it doesn't feel like a fling. They already know each other really well. Ryder wasn’t thinking about a relationship with Xander when he walked into his office at the shop this afternoon, but now, he can't see not being in one with him. Ryder and Xander have always gotten along and have a lot of things in common; they are the more mellow, peacemaker ones in the group. The age difference isn't a concern, and he doesn't think the guys would disapprove.

  Xander breaks their kiss and sits back on his heels. He reaches over to the coffee table, where he put the lube, and grabs the bottle. He pours a fair amount in his hand then rubs it all over his dick. Then he pours a little more and rubs it around Ryder's hole. Ryder grabs Xander's wrist.

  “I'm really nervous about this,” he whispers, flushing bright red at his embarrassing admission.

  Xander's gaze softens and he leans down to k
iss Ryder softly on the lips. “We don't have to do this if you're not ready,” he says and kisses him again.

  “No, I...I still want to,” Ryder stutters, still wanting this connection with Xander, even though he’s scared.

  “We'll go slowly. It's gonna be uncomfortable, maybe even a little painful at first, but if you can hang on and wait it out, the discomfort will go away, and it will feel fucking incredible.”

  Ryder takes a deep breath then nods. “Okay.”

  “Ready?” Xander asks.

  Ryder swallows hard and pushes his fear away. “Yeah.”

  Xander inserts a couple of fingers first to stretch him out a little bit. After he’s satisfied, he shifts, moving closer. He takes himself in his fist and guides himself to Ryder's opening. He rubs himself over it a couple of times then positions himself to enter. He keeps a tight hold on himself as he starts to push inside of Ryder.

  Ryder gasps at the invasion. Xander goes slow, moving only a little bit at a time. With one hand still on his cock, Xander uses his other to lift one of Ryder's legs a little higher. The farther in Xander goes, the worse it gets. His first instinct is to push Xander away, but he fights that. Maybe he should find someone with a smaller dick?

  “Halfway there. You doing okay, Ry?” Xander asks with a strained voice.

  Ryder squeezes his eyes shut. “No,” he rasps.

  Xander bends over Ryder and strokes his hair back from his forehead. He then drops his forehead to Ryder's. “I'm sorry, babe, just hang on. I swear it'll get better,” he whispers, pushing in further.

  Ryder groans in pain, making Xander kiss him sweetly and say, “sorry,” over and over.

  Finally, Xander is completely seated, balls deep. He stays there for a moment before pulling out slightly and thrusting back in. Ryder gasps and it isn't from pain this time. It actually feels good, shocking the hell out of him. Xander finds a slow but steady pace.

  “You okay now?” Xander asks quietly.

  Ryder nods. “Mhmm,” he hums in pleasure.

  “Good, I hated seeing you in pain, especially knowing that I was causing it,” Xander murmurs, giving Ryder a small kiss before tucking his face into his neck and moaning. “Shit, you feel so good, so fucking tight. I’m not going to last long.”

  Xander starts thrusting faster. He reaches between them and wraps his hand around Ryder's cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Ryder cries out, his orgasm building again, something that he thought would never happen after the rough start. Xander pushes up onto his fist, which is next to Ryder's head. Xander’s face is the sexiest thing that Ryder has ever seen. He’s flushed with a light sheen of sweat all over him, and his lips are parted as he huffs.

  “Come on, Ry, come for me again,” he utters.

  Ryder cries out again, moving his hips in time with Xander's thrusts and strokes. He reaches behind his head and grips the arm of the couch. “Fuck! Don't stop...ugh, God don't stop!” he cries.

  A few seconds later, a raw guttural cry rips up Ryder's throat as he comes hard, all over his stomach, some even reaching up to his chest. Xander follows with one more power stroke. A strangled cry escapes him as he shoves in to the hilt and stays there. Ryder can feel Xander’s cock pulsing inside of him. Xander collapses on top of him, both of them breathing heavily. Xander lays his head on Ryder's shoulder and pulls his hips back until he slides out.

  “That was un-fucking-believable,” Xander mumbles sleepily.

  Ryder just grunts his agreement. He can't move. He can’t remember ever being this sated after sex. That was definitely the best sex he's ever had, and he has had a lot! He really wasn't expecting to have sex when he showed up. He figured they were just going to talk. But there was this fierce connection between them and things just went a bit crazy. Ryder kind of likes their unbridled passion. It’s not really something he’s ever felt with another before.

  They eventually get cleaned up then sit on the couch and talk some more. Xander asks Ryder to spend the night and Ryder can't say no. He wants to be in Xander's arms tonight. He needs the physical contact that has been lacking in his life for so long. Any chance of making up for it is definitely something he welcomes. And if it leads to more mind blowing orgasms, who is he to deny them that pleasure?

  Chapter 16

  The next morning, Vance and Mike are patrolling their usual route when a blue 1990s Honda Civic blows through a red traffic light right in front of them. Mike flips on the lights and sirens and takes off after the Honda like a bat out of hell, while Vance calls it in over the radio as his adrenaline spikes.

  The Civic slows and turns off the main street that they are on. Mike follows and positions the cruiser behind the Civic when it finally stops. Vance calls in the tag and they wait a moment for dispatch to run it. When it comes back clean, Vance and Mike exit their patrol car. Mike takes the driver’s side and Vance takes the passenger. Vance takes note that there are five men in the car: two up front and three in the back. The two men up front both look a bit nervous in Vance's opinion.

  “Hey there, fellas. Ya know you blew the red light back there?” Mike asks in a friendly tone.

  “Aw, shit officer. I'm such an idiot, I wasn't paying attention,” the driver says, his voice a little shaky.

  “License and registration, please,” Mike says, his hand resting on his weapon. He must’ve noticed the nervousness, too.

  Vance looks at the men in the back seat. They just don't seem right; something’s up.

  Everything happens so quickly that Vance barely has time to react. The man in the back seat behind the driver pulls a gun and shouts, “Go!” at the driver, then shoots at Mike as the car pulls away. Vance returns fire at the car but it’s too far gone. Vance spins around and looks for Mike.

  “Mike!” Vance screams when he sees that Mike is down. Vance scrambles over to him, landing hard on his knees next to him.

  Mike's right hand is on his neck with blood seeping through his fingers. His left hand grabs at Vance's shirt. His eyes are wide in terror as he looks up at Vance. Vance curses something raw then pushes Mike's hand away so he can see where he’s hit. At the base of his neck, almost where his shoulder meets his neck, there’s a hole with blood streaming out of it. Vance presses the heel of his palm firmly against it to try to slow the bleeding. He then grabs the radio off his shoulder.

  “Officer down! Officer down!” he hollers into it then lets it fall to the ground.

  Vance leans his face down closer to Mike's and uses his other hand to stroke his dark hair. “You're okay, Mikey. I’ve got you, you're okay,” Vance stammers.

  Mike's throat works for a moment before whispering, “I don't wanna die.”

  “You're not gonna die, man. You’re gonna be fine, I swear. You’re not going to die, Mike. You hear me?” Vance says roughly.

  Mike gives him a long blink and a small nod. “I love you, Van,” he mouths, tears running down his temples and into his hair.

  “I love you, too, Mikey,” Vance rasps, fighting back his own tears.

  The minute it takes for backup and an ambulance to arrive seems like an eternity to Vance. Mike passes out, but his breathing and pulse are still steady. Vance doesn't think that the bullet hit anything vital, or Mike would’ve probably been dead already. He has enough time for his mind to spin and wander. He wishes it would stop. Stemming the bleeding reminds him of Melina’s accident…that never happened. Calling for back up, calming Mike, the panicky feelings, afraid of them bleeding out and dying in his arms. All the same. It’s a total mind fuck.

  Fortunately, the sirens help bring him back to now. To reality. But maybe he’s better off being in his head, he thinks briefly then shakes his head to clear it. The EMTs take over, getting Mike into the ambulance as quickly as possible. He stares at the back of the ambulance as they drive away with their sirens blaring. His whole body is numb. What the fuck just happened? Did Mike really get shot in the neck?

  Jesus Christ!

  Vance has to stay at the scene fo
r a little while longer to give a statement. The investigating officer agrees to let him leave and will follow up with him later at the hospital. When Vance is finally able to go the hospital, he’s sick to his stomach with worry. He hasn't heard anything about Mike's condition. Vance walks into the ER to see Mike's father and sister, Anna. Anna is crying against Tripp's chest while he holds her. Big Mike is pacing like a mad man. Dayne is sitting in a chair, elbows on his knees, while his one leg bounces frantically, shaking his whole body. A telltale signs that he’s nervous.

  Anna is the first to see him. “Vance!” she cries and launches herself at him. Vance catches her. She says nothing but sobs, her face tucked into his neck.

  Big Mike rushes over to him. He grips the other side of Vance's neck. “You alright, son?” he asks, his eyes searching Vance's.

  Vance gives him a sharp nod.

  “How's Mike?” Vance asks quietly.

  “He's in surgery right now; we're waiting to hear more,” Big Mike replies.

  Vance nods and gently extracts Anna from her hold on him. Tripp is right there pulling him into a fierce hug. Dayne gets up and joins them. They stay in their little group hug for a few minutes, just comforting each other. Vance was the last one to be injured to this extent before. Even Tripp, who did a few tours in Afghanistan as a Navy SEAL, has never been injured this seriously. So right now, they need comfort and reassurance from one another.

  “Vance!” the terrified cry comes from his brother. Vance lets go of Dayne and Tripp to turn to see a disheveled Xander and Ryder rushing into the ER. Vance smiles slightly at the fact that they came together. And it being so early can only mean that they spent the night together. Xander slams into him, his arms wrapping tightly around him. Vance holds him.

  “Fuck, man. Are you alright?” Xander asks, his voice shaking.

  “I'm fine, just shaken up a bit,” he admits softly.

  Xander pulls back, swiping tears away from his face with the back of his hand. “I was so scared,” he whispers.