Fate's Falling (Satan's Sinners MC Book 8)

by Colbie Kay

  “Yes!” She cries as her nails dig into my back, and her thighs open even wider. Her hand drifts down until her palm wraps around my cock, but my width prevents her from closing her fist completely. Slowly, she pumps her hand up and down on my long shaft, causing me to groan. The sensation of her touch has precum beading at the tip. My own eyes slam closed, and I grit my teeth, trying to keep myself under control.

  “Jenson,” She moans loudly.

  My movements become faster.

  Her hand increases in speed.

  Her sounds and breaths come out quicker.

  I swear to fuckin’ Christ I’m not going to come in her hand!

  "Eyes, Ro. I wanna see you come," I roar. I need her to come before I can’t fuckin’ take it anymore.

  Her lids flutter until they open, showing me a mixture of lust and love.

  My chest tightens as I stare down into her beautiful eyes.

  Her hand grips me harder.

  Her perfect lips open wider.

  My name rolls out of her mouth over and over again.

  Her climax consumes her. She pushes her head back into the pillow as her fingers dig into my skin harder, and her breathing stops completely.

  I watch every moment without blinking because I don’t want to miss a second of the most stunning sight I have ever seen.

  I don’t let her catch her breath before I push inside her as far as she can take me. “Oh, fuck you feel good.” I pause for a second, not moving in order to savor the feel of her wrapped around me. The heat, the wetness, the connection.

  “Jenson!” She pleads with me, “Move! I need you to move. Please, oh God, this is too much! You feel too good.”

  I put our suffering to an end as I begin to drive in and out of her. Unhurriedly at first, picking up speed until I’m hammering into her at a faster pace, my rhythm hard and steady. She meets each of my thrusts, taking every meticulous stroke I deliver. My hands find hers to entwine our fingers together above her head. I lower myself, resting my weight on my elbows, surrounding her as I press my mouth against hers. Running my tongue along the seam of her lips, she opens for me allowing me to plunge into her mouth. Our kiss is filled with a heated passion, and a need to claim her washes over me. I try to ignore it, but it’s enveloping me.

  If she was any other woman, it would be nothing except the fastest way to get my nut off, but this isn’t any other woman, this is Rowan. This is the woman I've dreamed of for so long, this is the only woman that I’ve wished to make love to, this is the only woman that I long to give my all to. She deserves the patience, the attention, the feeling of being desired, she deserves me to be slow, and she deserves to understand her worth.

  Even knowing that, my chest aches because I have no choice except to let her go. She’s been through too much for me to even think about involving her in my world permanently. So, for this moment between us, I’ll cherish every touch, every sensation, every emotion that comes. Our hot, sweaty bodies rock together, clinging to one another as if we were made for each other as if our souls were merging as one.

  My orgasm builds in my spine, growing until I can't hold back any longer. "Rowan," I roar into the crook of her neck as my thighs tighten, and the most powerful climax rumbles through me. Her walls clench around my cock as if she is milking every fuckin’ drop of cum I release. Her second orgasm washes through her, leaving us both reeling.

  I stay where I am, my dick pushed to the hilt inside her until both of us come back down to reality. When we both have somewhat caught our breath, I pull out of her and roll to the side, bringing her with me.

  Her fingers absently graze along the tattoo that covers my chest. "I wanna stay here with you."

  I screw my eyes shut for a moment before answering, "You can stay as long as you want." I press my lips to the crown of her head. I’ll work on letting her go tomorrow. I can’t forget that. I can’t forget that this isn’t permanent, and I can’t forget that no matter how long she stays, I can’t claim her as mine. This life isn’t for her. Her focus needs to be on her future and her life. It can’t be focused on me.

  I WAKE mid-morning with Rowan’s soft naked body wrapped with mine. One side of my lips lift. Last night was out of this fuckin’ world amazing, and I wish I could stay in this bed with her forever, but it’s a new day.

  Unfortunately, it’s time to get my shit together and my head back to fuckin’ reality. The club has work to do, and if I don’t get the hell up now, I’m gonna miss church. I carefully move away from her, trying to prevent her from waking up. Throwing on a shirt and pair of jeans, I quickly race out of the room, quietly shutting the door behind me and go to the chapel. I’m one of the last to walk in and take my seat at the table.

  Hanger smirks. “Glad you could join us.”

  I glance around the table and find the rest of my brothers pressing their lips together in order to keep from laughing. “What the fuck y’all laughing about?”

  Romeo points toward me from his side of the table. “Your shirt, brother. Might wanna put the tag in the back and turn it inside out before putting on.”

  My eyes drop down and sure enough, the tag is sitting right there. “Fuck all of you.” I take my shirt off and fix it, putting it back on the right way this time.

  Booming laughter fills the room, and they begin pounding their fists on the table as if they’re punching out a musical beat. Hanger begins to sing. All the women used to love hearing his voice, and they would literally throw themselves at him. Now, he doesn’t sing for anyone except his Ol’ lady and their kids. “He said it couldn’t happen to him. He said he’d never fall. He said he’d stay a single man forever. But look at him now. She fell into his arms, and he was gone...gone...gone. He’s joined the rest of us on the pussy whipped bandwagon. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Pussy whipped bandwagon.” Roaring laughter escapes every one of my brothers.

  I can’t help it except to guffaw too. “Fuck you! I’m not joining you married fucks, and I’m not gone. She’s staying here, but last night was a one-off that’s it. It was something we needed to get out of our systems. We did that, end of story. Why am I even explaining myself?” Shaking my head, I shut the hell up before I do more damage.

  “Alright enough fucking with Bam. Let’s get church started.” Hanger grows serious. "Hunter and Chayser, I'm going to send you with a couple of Snake's men to Denver. See what you can find out."

  Chayser nods while Hunter replies, "You got it."

  "Bam, you're going with me to pay Harold a visit."

  I sit back in my chair, a smirk appearing. "Let’s see what the fuckin’ old pig has to say for himself. I should go to see Rowan’s brother too. He’s a detective in Missouri, but since she’s returned, he’s been staying at their parent’s house looking into her case. It could cause some problems for the club unless I can smooth shit out with him.”

  Hanger runs his hand over his face. “Alright. Until we know for sure, let’s get the club cleared out of any drugs and guns. Pretty Boy, Writer, and Demon get started on cleaning the compound out right away. I’m supposed to be meeting with the supplier tomorrow. I’ll give him a call. Gunner, Bear, and Hacker you three can meet with him. Church dismissed.” He taps the gavel on the wooden table.

  Once I’m out of the room, I shuffle toward mine. I open the door and find Rowan bent over my dresser completely naked. My cock immediately hardens at the sight of her, and I quickly shut the door. Her head whips around in my direction, and as soon as she sees me, a beaming smile appears. “Hey, I was trying to find some clothes.”

  I sigh heavily. “You don’t need any.” I swiftly begin to undress and step toward her. She turns to face me, and the smile vanishes as her eyes fill with longing.

  Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I slam my lips against hers. Our tongues duel in a fight of hunger. Breaking away, I spin her around to press her back against my front. "Hands on the dresser," I demand and grip her hips tightly as I guide her into position. I kick between her legs, spreading her thighs so I
can easily push inside her.

  "Ah!" She screams out as I piston into her. One of my hands dives into her hair and pulls her head back. "Eyes in the mirror. I want you to see how fuckin’ beautiful you look when I’m deep inside you." She does as I command, and the sight of her is gorgeous as I slide in and out. I touch my lips to her neck while keeping my eyes on her reflection. “So fuckin’ wet,” I whisper. The way her lips part and the sounds that fall from her mouth drive me faster and faster. "We're fuckin' perfect. No one has ever made me feel like you do, Ro."

  "I love you, Jenson." Our gazes meet in the mirror, and I see every emotion she’s experiencing pass through her.

  "I love you too." Bringing my other hand around to her front, I massage her heavy tits and lightly pull on her nipples causing her rosy peaks to harden even more.

  Her walls begin to clench around me. "Oh, God!" She calls out.

  "That's it. Let go!" I grunt as my own release washes over me like waves in an ocean.

  I hold her close while we come down from our blissful state. Pulling out of her, I spin her around before bending and lifting her to set her on top of the dresser. "You're making it real fuckin' hard to do the right thing," I tell her as I run my hands through her hair, bringing her lips back to mine.

  "So, don't do it," She mumbles between little kisses.

  "Rowan." I sigh heavily and step away from her.

  She grabs my hands and laces my fingers through hers. "Why is this wrong? Why are you trying to fight against what is meant to be?"

  "Because I'm no fuckin' good for you!"

  "Who says you're no good? Who’s allowed to say what's right for me except me?" She hops down from the dresser and wraps her arms around my neck. "Just let it be."

  I stare down at her, my determination to let her go slipping away. "Can you really keep doing this without labels? Will that satisfy you?"

  "For now, yes.” She nods and adds, “We don't have to think about anything except right now. What we have right now."

  My brow lifts. "And at any time you wanna walk, promise you'll walk and never look back. I'm trying to be a good man, Ro. I'm trying to not be selfish or think of myself in this situation, and one day you'll understand why."

  "I won’t make a promise I can’t keep.”

  "Rowan!" Chapel and Haven jump up from their beds and run to hug me.

  "How are you?" I embrace them tightly, soaking in the peace I feel when I am with them.

  "We're doing okay. How are you?" Haven asks while going back to sit on her bed.

  I sit on Chapel’s bed as she joins Haven. "I had a fight with my family after I left here a few days ago. I wish they would try to help me go on living a normal life, but it's like they want me to live a life that constantly replays what happened over and over again. I haven’t seen them since."

  "They don't understand." Haven takes my hand. "I'm sure it's hard on them too. Have you sat down with them and talked?"

  "No, Bam Bam suggested I do that, but I’m so angry, especially with my brother. All he does is interrogate me like I’m nothing more than a case to him and not his sister. Since I walked away from them, I've been staying with Bam Bam at his club."

  Chapel asks, "Is he treating you well?"

  "Yes." My cheeks heat, and a blinding smile forms. "He makes me so happy. I never thought he would be mine, but he is. I guess in a way he always was mine, but he has this hang-up about not being what I deserve. If he could see what I see, then maybe he wouldn’t try to fight it."

  "I hope you don’t get hurt," Chapel responds, but there’s something missing in her gaze and tone. It’s as if she’s hurting or angry about something and attempting to hide it. Chapel is too transparent to be able to hide anything though.

  My brows knit. "What's wrong?"

  Haven rolls her eyes and explains, "She's angry with Ace."

  Understanding washes over me. "Why? What did he do?"

  Haven huffs and begins to speak for Chapel, "He treats her one way when they’re alone, but around everyone else, he's a different person. She saw him with someone last night."

  My sympathetic gaze snaps to Chapel. "Oh, Chapel. I'm sorry."

  She wipes away a tear that’s falling down her cheek and shrugs her shoulder. "He wasn’t who I thought he was."

  Biting down on my lip, I think of what to say to make her feel better. “Men can be assholes. I never told you what happened to me before I was taken, did I?”

  They both shake their heads, and their attention is solely focused on me, waiting to hear my story. This moment brings me back to our cell when we told each other stories of what we would do if we ever escaped. Now, here we are. Who would have thought we would end up with a bunch of bikers, together once again?

  I begin to tell them my story. “There was a boy I was infatuated with in high school, well even before that, but definitely in high school. I liked him so much and thought he liked me too based on the way he looked at me and gave me that flirtatious smirk of his. Anyway, I decided I was going to finally tell him how I felt. We made plans to hang out after the basketball game. It was all set. I was ready, and my stomach was filled with butterflies swarming in my belly. I waited for him after the game, but this other girl did too. He came out, I stood up straighter with an ear to ear grin. The mere sight of him did that to me, but he went with her instead. I felt heartbroken. I cried, and at the time, I thought it was the end of the world."

  Chapel's eyes grow wider. "So what happened?"

  My eyes drift between the two. "I was kidnapped that night. I didn't see him again until I tried to climb the fence of his club."

  Their eyes widen, and Haven screeches, "Wait! The boy was Bam Bam?"

  "Yep," I snicker, nodding my head.

  Chapel’s brows raise to her forehead. "And you still loved him after that?"

  "I did, and I love him still. My point of the story is that he made a stupid decision to push me away. Maybe Ace is doing the same thing?"

  Chapel’s nose scrunches, and her lips purse. "Maybe. But it hurt me."

  I understand how she feels, and it pains me to see her heartbroken. "You should talk to him. Make him explain."

  "I don't know. If I look at him, that's all I see." Her eyes shine with unshed tears.

  "Is he worth fighting for?" I ask, and she shrugs unsure of how to answer. "Then you need to figure that out. Both of you deserve to be happy."

  The door opens, and Bam Bam enters. "You ready?" His lips press against my forehead as his arm snakes around my lower back.

  I close my eyes at the affectionate gesture. "Yes." I peer at Haven and Chapel. “I’ll see you soon.”

  “Bye,” They say in unison as they wave at me.

  Bam Bam guides me to his car, and once we are both inside and on the road, I glance over at him. "What's the deal with Ace?"

  His brows furrow and he gazes at me quickly before watching the road again. "I don't know. Why?"

  I stare out the window. "I was simply wondering. I thought he liked Chapel, but I guess he was with a woman last night, and she caught him. She's upset."

  "That's not really my business or yours, Ro. In Ace’s defense, I will say that if it's one of the club girls, it's nothing more than fuckin'. It doesn't mean anything, and just because he was getting his rocks off, doesn't mean he doesn't care about Chapel."

  "So cheating is okay?"

  "He didn't cheat though. She may care about him, and he may care about her, but he hasn’t claimed her by making her his Ol’ Lady. That would be like saying I cheated on you with Patty St. Clair."

  "I'm done with this conversation." I throw myself back in the seat and cross my arms over my chest. How could he throw that in my face? He hasn’t claimed me or made me his Ol’ Lady either. Is he saying it would be okay if he had sex with someone else? My heart sinks to my stomach. I can’t even bear the thought of him being with someone else.

  "Don't be mad, Ro.” His hand drops on my thigh. I stare at it with narrowed eyes. “I was only
trying to show you an example. What I did with Patty or any other girl didn't mean I loved you any less. They were distractions."

  "Well, you were distracted an awful lot then." I stare out the window willing my tears to evaporate. “Are you going to have sex with someone else?”

  “Rowan,” He says my name on a heavy breath. “Look at me.”

  Shifting my water filled eyes to him, I angrily swipe away a tear rolling down my cheek.

  He slams on the breaks, making me jerk forward against the seatbelt. He swivels in his seat so we’re face to face. “Jesus, Babe, why would you fuckin’ say that?” His thumbs gently caress my cheeks as he wipes away more tears.

  “Because!” I yell in exasperation. “You haven’t claimed me or made me your Ol’ Lady.”

  He shakes his head. “This is why you should stay out of other people’s business. What happens between Ace and Chapel is between Ace and Chapel. That ain’t got shit to do with you and me. Understand?” I nod, and he adds, “I wouldn’t do that to you. I did it then, and I’ll apologize for the rest of my fuckin’ life for that, but this is now, and shit’s different. Besides, we already had a conversation about what is going on between us. You said you were fine without labels. Were you lying?”

  “No, I wasn’t lying,” I huff.

  People honk behind us, and I twist my head to peek out the back window, but he cups my cheek with his hand, keeping my eyes on his. “Ignore them. What we have going on is good, right?” I nod again. “I agree. I’m not fuckin’ anyone else and have no intention to do that. I still stand by my words that you deserve better, but I’m a selfish fuckin’ man, Ro. I’m not letting you go any-Goddamn-where. Understood?”

  I don’t reply, instead, I smash my lips against his. He pulls away too soon and puts the car in drive. A smile is plastered on my face until we stop again. “Why are we at my parents’ house?" My panicked gaze darts to his.

  "Because it's time for you to talk to them. I’ll be with you the entire time, but you need to tell them the truth."