Page 15 of Falling Hard

Chapter 5

Emmie

Now that the crisis was over, at least that was what the boys called it when I self-harmed, they tried to pull me away from society for a little bit by limiting my time to the bedroom. It had something to do with the fact they could keep an eye on me and seemed to think I needed quiet time to get back to my normal self.

Sometimes, it worked, and sometimes, it didn’t, but this time, it had helped. I was in the kitchen, making myself toast now that I was allowed out of the bedroom and to be by myself. For some reason, I had a need for some jam on toast, and as I tasted the first bite, it was mouthwatering. Just as I went for my second bite, an arm wrapped around my waist, causing me to jump slightly. I hadn’t heard anyone come in, but I knew only one person would have the guts to touch me like this.

Maiden kissed my ear, and then my cheek.

I turned around in his grasp, his hand moving to my back.

“Thought you had enforcer things to do.” I put the toast down. He was never impressed when I referred to his duties for the club as ‘enforcer things,’ but enforcer was his title.

As his finger went to my lip, I saw the jam on it. Without even thinking about it, I wrapped my lips around his finger and sucked lightly until he groaned. Then he snapped and picked me up while wiping the table clean with his free hand.

“You’re teasing me, Emmie.” He growled as he moved his body between my legs, causing my skirt to ride up.

“Come back to my bedroom, and we will see who is teasing who.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought my face to his. “I owe you after the other night.”

“You don’t owe me. We don’t work like that.”

“We, hey?” I picked up on his wording, and a smile spread across my face. “I like the sound ofwe.” When I went to kiss his lips, a clearing of a throat stopped me.

Maiden didn’t make a move to distance himself from me. “Fuck off, Prospect.” His voice was stern and hard, and when the prospect didn’t jump to, Maiden added, “Now,” which caused me to jump slightly.

“I thought the purple-haired beauty was off limits by Prez?” The prospect looked at me like I was a piece of meat, and he hadn’t eaten in days. “Can we share her?”

Maiden was off me within seconds. He took two steps, and then his fist connected with the prospect’s jaw.

“Come near her, and I’ll fucking make sure it is the last thing you’ll do.”

The prospect scrambled to his feet and ran out of the room, clearly scared he had just copped the full force of the enforcer.

Panic started to creep in. “What if he says something to Dad?”

“Nah, he likes breathing too much for that.” Maiden’s eyes locked with mine. “But I think it’s time he hears it from me.”

My eyes widened. “Hear what?”

“That we are…what we are.”

I opened my mouth and then closed it. Maiden wanted to tell Dad, which meant—fuck, that said he was serious about us. Hell, it meant he didn’t just see me as a fling if he was willingly going to have his head shot off by Dad by telling him the truth.

Getting off the table, I walked toward him. My hands ran down his leather cut.

“I don’t think that is a good idea.”

“Why?”

“Dad and I aren’t on great terms at the moment.”

“Yeah, wanna talk about that?”

How did I explain to Maiden that I was sure someone was watching me? I had been honest with Dad and told him, and he hadn’t believed me, so what were the chances Maiden would?

After Grit interrupted us, the rest of the week had gone by like a blur. Maiden hadn’t touched me like that again, but he had stayed close to me, brushing against me as we passed each other or sitting right next to me, thighs touching, causing shivers to shoot up and down my spine.

So I was enjoying his touch as his hand slipped under my shirt and onto my bare skin.

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