Defying Destiny (Forsaken Sinners MC #3)

by Shelly Morgan

  “Hey. Is everything okay?” I ask. I haven’t known how to get us back to where we were in our friendship before I left, but I miss her. If going by the way her face just dropped, I think she needs me as much as I need her.

  “Not really, but there’s nothing I can really do about it.” Dropping down onto the sofa in the front room, she folds her legs up underneath her.

  I’m still not used to this new, calm Dani. Before I left, she was headstrong and tough; unemotional sometimes. Now, she’s sometimes unsure about herself and cautious. I like the changes, but I just need to get accustomed to it and figure out how to deal with her like this.

  Sitting down beside her, I do my best to be the understanding friend. “What’s going on? You can talk to me. I know I left and when I came back, I was frankly a bitch and horrible person, but I’m here for you. I hope you know that,” I say.

  “I know you are, babe, and I appreciate it. I really do. And I will talk to you about it, but not right now. I need to get my head around it first.”

  “I get it. You take all the time you need, but just know I’ll be here whenever you need to talk. Or whenever you need to go out and have a few drinks. Lord knows it’s been forever and a day since I’ve had a proper girl’s night out with liquor. And I think we are both in need of that.”

  That has a smile on her face, which is exactly what I wanted. “Yeah, I think you’re right. This weekend, you, me, and Sara. We’re going out. No men, just us girls and as much alcohol as we can fit in our system.”

  Nodding, I stand and offer her my hand to pull her up. “It’s a date.”

  Chapter 11

  Louie

  Today has been long but it was very productive.

  Harlow mentioned this morning that she wanted to have a service for her brother and foster sister. I think it’s a great idea. Not only do I think they deserve to have a service, but I also think it will give Harlow closure on what happened. She’s come a long way in the past few weeks since finally reading the letter her brother wrote for her, but I think she still has a lot of healing left to do. And this may help, so I got together with a few of the guys at the club and we started planning.

  We did some digging and found out that Rayann wasn’t buried, but cremated. Since she had no family and the foster family didn’t want to pay for a service, the state was forced to cremate her.

  The good news is that her ashes were stored at a county office where unclaimed bodies are taken. We were able to get a release stating Harlow was family and that she would like to take possession of her ashes for a proper burial.

  Mack agreed to let me send a prospect to retrieve the ashes. We haven’t had any problems with a potential rival club, The Street Kings, that moved in a few towns over a couple of years ago, but we don’t want to take the risk of sending a patched brother. If something were to happen, we need everyone on hand. Better to be safe than sorry, I guess.

  So if everything goes according to plan, we should have Rayann’s ashes within the week. And from what Harlow has told me, she has her brother’s ashes with her, so we don’t have to worry about that.

  Next, I called around to see where there were two plots available side by side. I want them to be buried next to each other. Even though it will only be their ashes, or not, depending on what Harlow wants to do, I still think they need to be together. From the information Hendrix gave in his final letter to Harlow, he loved Rayanne and they were close. Whether by force or not, the facts remain the same.

  Once that was taken care of, I made a call to a guy I know out in Nevada. He makes custom stone designs; anything from landscaping to headstones. He’s actually the guy that I went to a few years after I came to California to do a headstone for my dad. He’s the best there is on the west coast—if not in the whole US. I know he’ll be the perfect person for what I want.

  Pulling up to the shop, I notice a guy walking away from me. I have no idea who he is and don’t want to chase him down because he could just be walking home from a bar for all I know but it’s definitely strange. I’ll be sure to keep my eyes open.

  I check the lock on the back shop door before making my way upstairs to Harlow’s apartment. I haven’t spoken to her since the last time I texted her a few hours ago, but I hope she’s still awake. I want to cash in on my threat from earlier.

  Opening the door quietly, I see that all the lights are off in the living room, but the bathroom light is on and the door is cracked and the shower is running.

  Being as quiet as I can, I make my way to the bathroom, stripping my clothes off on the way. When I’m inside the door, I have a clear line of sight into the shower, but Harlow hasn’t noticed me yet. Good. I want to watch her without her knowing I’m here. I’m not a pervert, I promise. Or maybe I am, but only when it comes to her.

  I watch as she rinses out her hair. Her eyes are closed and the way she moves while doing something so miniscule is also erotic. This woman is the sexiest girl I have ever laid eyes on.

  After her hair is clean, she turns away from me to grab the body wash. Squirting some directly onto her hand, she starts by lathering it onto her arms, then moves to her chest. Seeing her touch herself has my cock harder than diamonds. Fuck, if she keeps this show up, I’m going to cum all over myself and the floor.

  And of course, like she has a direct line to my brain, she doesn’t stop there. After her breasts are covered with soap, her hands move slowly downward. It’s like watching your favorite porn in slow motion. I hold my breath, waiting until her hand reaches its destination.

  Not able to stand here any longer just being a spectator, I quickly make my way closer. Opening the door to the shower, I step in. “Was that show just for me, or do you always pleasure yourself while you shower?”

  “Shit!” she screams.

  I scared her so bad she jumped, which caused her to slip. Before she fell though, I quickly wrap my arms around her and pull her close to my body.

  “You falling for me, babe?” I ask in a joking tone, though I do feel bad that I almost made her fall and hurt herself.

  “Goddammit, Louie! You scared the crap outta me!” she yells as she tries to push away from me, but I don’t let her. It was a long day being away from her, and then watching her in the shower, I can’t stop touching her—holding her.

  “Sorry.”

  “No you’re not. If you were sorry, you wouldn’t be smiling,” she replies, but I can hear her own smile in her voice.

  “Okay, you got me. I’m not sorry. I’d do it again if it meant having you in my arms, naked.” Leaning down, I kiss up her neck and suck her earlobe into my mouth. Fuck, even her ear tastes good!

  “Louie…” she lets her sentence trailer off. I have no idea if it’s a plea to continue or stop, but she’s not acting like she wants me to stop.

  Moving one of my hands to her breast, I pinch her nipple. At the same time, my other hand travels down to the apex of her thighs where her pussy waits for me. Her pussy is wet, more so than it should be in a shower, so I know she wants this as much as I do.

  Inserting two fingers, I feel her tighten her inner walls so I can barely move them. “Fuck,” I groan, wishing it was my dick being clenched tightly instead of my fingers.

  Picking up the pace, I thrust harder and faster with my fingers. Finding her G-spot, I massage it as I lean my head down to pull her nipple in my mouth while my other hand is still pinching her other.

  “Louie,” she breathes out, but this time I know it’s a plea. She wants to come, and I want her to.

  “Do you want to come all over my fingers, Harlow? Do you want to show me how much you love them inside this tight cunt?” I ask around her nipple.

  “Yes! Louie, please,” she begs. Even though I want to give her what she wants, I can’t. Not yet.

  Pulling my fingers out of her pussy, she sputters, confused why I stopped.

  “You aren’t going to cum unless it’s around my cock,” I say before moving my hands down to her ass, lifting her up.
As soon as I slam her back against the wall, I’m balls deep inside her. It’s a euphoric feeling being so close to her, so deep in her pussy that I can’t even feel where I end and she begins.

  Her sharp intake of breath has me worried I’m being too rough, but when her arms come around my neck and her nails dig into my back, I know she’s not hurt. She may be a little pissed that I didn’t let her come, but she’s too far past the point she wants me to stop. She needs this release almost as bad as I need to give it to her.

  “Fuck me, Louie. Fuck me hard,” she moans, and who am I to not give her what she so desperately wants now that I have her where I want her?

  “As you wish,” I say, then I start thrusting harder and faster than I ever have in my life. I’ve never fucked a woman like this, and I don’t intend to either, unless it’s Harlow. I’ll fuck Harlow like this every day, more than once a day, if that’s what she wanted.

  I feel her pussy getting tighter, so I know she’s still so close to the edge of coming. I can also feel my balls start to tighten and feel heavy, but I don’t want to come yet. I want to drag this out as long as I possibly can.

  “Are you going to cum, Harlow?” I ask as I lift her higher, trying to penetrate her deeper and at a better angle. I can’t wait to feel her come all over my cock. I just hope that when she does, I’m able to hold my pleasure back, even if only for a minute.

  “Yes. Yes! I’m gonna cum, Louie. Please make me cum,” she begs again and I know that if I can add more stimulation, she’ll be falling over that edge quicker than she can take her next breath.

  An idea strikes me. Removing one hand from holding her ass, I push her shoulders into the wall and pull my middle away from her a bit. “Stay just like that,” I say.

  Once I know she’s not going to move, I reach up and grab the shower head. “What are you do—” she starts to ask, but before she can get the full sentence out, I direct the stream of water onto her clit as I continue to thrust inside her.

  Her breathing ramps up and her pussy starts contracting, but not from an orgasm. More like lots of mini orgasms.

  I noticed a few weeks ago that her shower head has different settings, so I use my thumb and forefinger to switch it to the harder, more pointed setting. It will deliver a smaller area of water, but it will have more force behind it. I want as much force as possible hitting her clit as I ram into her pussy. I want to give her the orgasm that will set the bar for all orgasms I give her in the future.

  “Oh, shit. Oh, fuck!” she says, chanting it over and over again.

  “Cum now, Harlow. Drench my cock with the pleasure only I can give you,” I growl, needing to feel her cum just as much as I want to cum inside her. But I hold off.

  It takes her a little longer than I thought, but a half minute later, her climax hits her hard. When she screams my name, it’s a tortured scream, like the pleasure is killing her, but in a good way. At least, I hope it’s in a good way, because I’m not done with her. Not yet.

  I’m still inside her, waiting for her to calm down a bit. It kills me to not move, my balls aching and begging to cum, but I don’t listen to them. They are just going to have to wait till I say it’s time to take their pleasure from her body.

  As soon as her breathing is back to a somewhat normal pace, I decide that I need to get her out of this shower. I want to lay her down and fuck her the way I need to fuck her, and it’s not up against this shower wall.

  Turning the water off, I step out of the shower with my hard cock still inside her. I don’t even bother to grab towels for us. I couldn’t care less that water will get on the floor.

  “Whoa, what—” Harlow starts to protest, but I silence her with my mouth.

  Once we’re in her room, I lay her down roughly on her bed without breaking our connection. And I don’t give her time to complain about her sheets getting wet or think about anything else, I just start to piston my hips at a punishing pace.

  Long, hard, fast thrusts I deliver, wanting to make it so she feels me inside her body still for days to come. I want her to be sore and know that I was there. That her body is mine. And that I’m the only man capable of making her feel this way.

  When I feel my orgasm coming on fast, I rip my lips away from hers. Grabbing her legs under her knees, I pin her to the bed so she’s wide open for me. There is nothing she can do but take everything I give her.

  “Fuck! Your pussy feels amazing,” I growl, pushing even harder and faster into her. “Do you want me to cum? You want to feel my cum fill your pussy, Harlow?” I can already feel my cock start to twitch and jet cum inside her, whether she wants it or not.

  “Yes. Yes, Louie, I want your cum!” she finally says.

  Pumping into her a few more times, my orgasm takes hold, starting at my lower back and spreading throughout my body.

  It feels like it’s hours before my cock stops twitching and her pussy wrings the last spurt of cum out of me. Falling onto her body worn out and tired, I lay there for a minute, basking in the afterglow of the best orgasm I’ve ever had.

  Finally rolling over, I pull her body with me, situating her on top of me. It should be uncomfortable to have someone lay on top of you and sleep, but feeling her body on mine, knowing she’s here, has me relaxing even more.

  When sleep takes me, I come to the conclusion that this is how I want every night to end.

  ***

  I wake up hours later feeling relaxed and happier than I can remember ever being. Things seem to be on the right track; Harlow is back, she’s getting better, and things are good with the club.

  It’s then that I notice Harlow is no longer lying on top of me. Opening my eyes, I see her sitting up in bed, her back against the headboard.

  “Hey. What are you doing up?” I ask. I’m still tired from the long day and our explosive sex session.

  “What are we?” she asks in a small voice, though she doesn’t sound upset.

  Sitting up so our positions match, I look over at her. “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, what are we to each other? Before I left, we were good friends who joked around and had a good time. We had sex and then I left before we were able to talk about it. Then, when I came back, things were messed up.” She pauses for a moment, thinking over her next words. “Now, it seems we are jumping right back to where we left off, but I still have no idea what we are. Are we just friends, friends that mess around from time to time, or are we a thing? I have no idea what to think about us, Louie.”

  I’m not upset that she’s asking these questions, because to be honest, I’ve thought about it too. But I haven’t been able to put my finger on what it is I want out of this.

  “Do we have to classify it?” I’m not trying to brush her off or hurt her feelings. I just honestly have no idea what we are or what I want. Come to think of it, I don’t even know what she wants.

  “What is it you want out of this, babe?” I ask. Maybe if she lets me in on what she’s thinking, it will help me. But I honestly don’t think we need to classify anything. We are what we are, and as long as we are both happy and willing, I don’t think it should matter.

  Harlow is quiet for a long moment, really thinking about what I said and what I asked. Then, she turns to me with a small smile on her face. It’s not sad, it’s content.

  “No, Louie. We don’t have to classify what we are or what we are doing here. I just didn’t know how you felt, but honestly, I don’t know what I want out of this either. I can tell you that I’m happy and enjoy spending time with you. And I also think the sex is awesome. So if you are okay not putting a title on what we are, then I am too,” she answers and it leaves me with a huge smile on my face. Maybe I shouldn’t feel triumphant, but I do. I feel like I’m on top of the world right now, and it’s all because of her. Maybe that should tell me something, but for now I’m going to leave things be.

  Chapter 12

  Harlow

  I feel better after my talk with Louie. Some may think that nothing was accomplish
ed and the outcome wasn’t good, but I’m not most people. What I got out of it was that he cares about me. That he’s happy with me, even if it’s not classified. And I’m happy too. Nobody else needs to understand. We are what we are, and that’s fine with me.

  Louie’s lying in bed, talking on the phone. It’s someone at the club, I’m sure of it, but I don’t know who or what they’re talking about. Louie’s voice is quiet, but I’m not concerned. If it’s club business, it’s not my business. And if it’s something that I need to be worried about or involved in, he’ll tell me. I trust him.

  Instead of staying in the room, I decide to give him his privacy.

  Heading out into the kitchen, I start the coffee, but barely get the coffee grounds into the filter when Louie’s yelling from the bedroom. “Harlow! Get your ass in here!”

  I have no idea what jumped up his ass all of a sudden, but he doesn’t sound angry at least. Finishing with the coffee, I decide he can wait a few seconds. Once I have the coffee pot on and it starts brewing, I pad back into the bedroom. He has a serious look on his face, but I know it’s just for show.

  “Yes?” I ask in a sweet voice and bat my eyelashes. It has the desired affect because he cracks a smile seconds before bursting out laughing.

  When he settles down, he pats the bed. “Come here, babe.”

  Not moving, I cross my arms. “What for?”

  “Because I’m not ready to share you with the world yet,” he says this simply, like it’s obvious.

  I still haven’t moved when his voice turns mocking, but with a deadly edge to it—a sexy edge. “Don’t make me come get you, woman.”

  Finally, I move forward but stop at the side of the bed. I don’t make a move to join him, wanting to see what he does.

  I don’t have to wait long. His hands strike out fast like a cobra, winding around my waist, pulling me into bed with him. Before I know it, his body covers mine and his lips come crashing down in a brutal kiss.