Owning Destiny (Forsaken Sinners MC Series Book 4) Read Online Free

on the top part of his body are mesmerizing. It’s like they tell the story of his life. I wish I had the time to really study them, but every time I try while I’m giving him his massage, I get too worked up and have to look away and think about something else.
    But the thing that I keep coming back to is the fact that he’s a part of a motorcycle club. And the president, to boot. I don’t need to get mixed up with that. I’ve already been involved in one club against my wishes, I don’t need to willingly associate with one.
    No, Mack is my patient, and that’s where it must stay. It doesn’t matter if I’m attracted to him or if he seems different than any of the other bikers I’ve met before. It doesn’t matter if every time I look into his deep green eyes, I feel like I was lost and now I’ve been found. He’s bad news. I need to remember that.
    After washing my hands, I take a deep breath before heading back into the room. Mack lies there and watches my every move, and damn it if that doesn’t put me back to frustrated all over again. So much for getting myself together in the bathroom. I might as well not even do it anymore. It never works. The way I feel around him doesn’t change, and, if anything, it just gets stronger with every passing day.
    “Are you ready to get started?” I ask in a calm voice that belies my shaky interior.
    “Whenever you are,” he replies, then he grabs the remote for his bed and starts to lower it so he’s lying flat.
    I notice as he starts to roll over that he’s already removed his shirt while I was in the bathroom. His stomach is completely visible to me now and I can see every ripple and ridge of his abdominal muscles and even a hint of the most defined oblique muscle line I’ve ever seen. His abs flex and grow hard as steel as he maneuvers himself on the bed.
    My eyes then move toward his biceps that bulge from the movement to get himself turned over and situated. The tattoos on his huge arms move so it’s like I’m watching a movie. My mouth waters and my panties are soaked by just watching him. It’s as if I’m watching live porn, but without the sex.
    It takes him a little longer to get completely turned over so he’s lying on his stomach, but I never once moved to try and help him. Not because I literally couldn’t force myself to move or get my eyes off of his body to make a coherent thought, but because this is something he needs—to do things on his own. There are so many tasks he can no longer do without help, so having this one thing he can accomplish by himself…it’s a victory for him. And even though I hate to watch him struggle and want to help him—when I’m not drooling over him—I don’t.
    As soon as he’s situated, he turns his head to look at me. He’s sweating a little and out of breath with the exertion, but he has a look of pride in his eyes that I will never get tired of. It’s there every time he does something, but my love of seeing it doesn’t fade. And I hope it never does.
    I make my way over to the table to grab some oil to start his massage. I always start with oil to loosen up his muscles and it makes it easier for my hands to slide over his body. God, I wish my hands were sliding over a different part of his body right now.
    Shaking my head to try and dislodge the visual of his hard cock in my hand or filling my pussy, I think of everything but the man lying beneath my hands; my other patients, or the bills that I need to pay tonight when I get home. But it’s the last one that really has the fantasies coming to a screeching halt— my brother . Yeah, thinking of him always does the trick.
    I breathe out a sigh, irritated with myself for not being able to keep my thoughts and fantasies in check. What the fuck is wrong with me?
    “Everything all right?” Mack asks.
    Great, now I have to try and come up with an excuse. No way in hell I’m going to tell him I was just imagining my hand on his cock. Or anything about my