Defying Destiny (Forsaken Sinners MC Series Book 3) by Shelly Morgan Page B

my eyes, and the sunlight is shining in through the windows. The sun’s rays are shining directly onto a sleeping Louie and I know it’s my brother’s way of telling me that he is my future. It’s him showing me that it’s okay to love and move on, and that I should be with Louie. I can feel it in my heart that my brother would approve of him.
    Raising my hand, I touch his face gently. I have missed him so much and I realize now that staying away for so long was wrong on so many levels. Not only did I hurt myself, but I hurt him and everyone else here by doing so. That’s something I’m going to have to apologize for, but first, I need to feel Louie—all of him.
    Trailing my hand down his face to his stomach, I hear his sharp intake of breath when I touch below his belly button. Not low enough to hit pay dirt, but enough that he knows where this is leading. My heart rate picks up in anticipation and my hand starts to shake with nerves. I haven’t done this since the first and last time that Louie and I had sex—my first and only time—but I need this. I want this.
    “What are you doing?” he says, voice raspy from sleep.
    “Tell me to stop if you don’t want this, but I need you, Louie. I need to feel you inside me. I need you to make me feel alive again, like I know only you can do,” I say before finally moving my hand down further, touching his hard cock straining against his jeans.
    “Fuck, I need to you too, Low, but are you sure? We can wait. After last night—” he starts to say, but I cut him off by grabbing him firmly in my hand.
    “I’m done talking, so if you don’t want this, you better stop me now.” I don’t waste any time grabbing the button on his jeans and lowering his zipper, but he catches my hand before I can get any further.
    Nerves jump out at me again and I worry that he’s actually going to tell me no, to stop, but my fears are quickly dashed aside when he pushes me onto my back and takes my lips in a rough kiss.
    “Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he says between kisses. Not giving me any time to reply, he leans back in to drink from my lips. And I mean that almost literally. It’s like he’s trying to devour me, starting with my mouth, but you won’t hear me complaining. I’ve missed him so much these last couple years; I can’t believe I even made it an hour without him to at least talk to, let alone have him kissing me, touching me, loving me. The night we shared before I left town was one of the happiest days of my life, but being in his arms now and with his lips on mine, I know that it will soon be overshadowed by better days and memories.
    With my head back in the game, and my body screaming at me to move faster to get him naked and inside of me, I reach down to unbutton his jeans, but am pleasantly surprised when I notice they are already unbuttoned. That’s good, because I really didn’t want to waste time fumbling with his button in my haste to get them off of him.
    Going right for his zipper, I start to lower it when Louie lifts his head slightly and stops my movements with his concerned gaze.
    “Are you sure about this, Low? I mean, I can wait—fuck, it might kill me—but we don’t have to do this today. You’ve been through hell, I’m sure I don’t even know the half of it, but last night had to have taken a lot out of you too. So if this isn’t something you want right now, I’m okay with it.”
    My heart almost breaks with the compassion and love I hear in his voice. I know he means well, and a part of me loves him even more for thinking of my feelings and what I’ve been through at a time like this, but the rest of me just wants him to fuck me already.
    “Louie, I don’t know how to put this lightly, so I’m just going to come out and say it. I want this. I want you . So will you shut up already and just fuck me?”
    Looking deep into my eyes for only a second, but long enough to know that what I said is the truth—that I want this, need