Page 2 of Bound by Destiny
I should just lean over and kiss him, make my intentions crystal clear. I should sit on his lap, wrap my arms around his neck, and kiss him like there’s no tomorrow.
But I won’t. I never do.
We play this game back and forth like ping pong balls, neither one giving in. Each time wondering who is going to hit the ball and who’s going to dodge it. It’s a cycle that spins around and around.
He clears his throat with a cough. “No. I’m not my dad’s favorite person.”
“He loves you, Micah.”
“I know that.” He shifts on the couch again, the bulge still very present. “But he’s pissed I don’t want to be like him.” He shrugs absently. There is so much more to this story that he hides from me—from his family.
“You may want to after you graduate.”
Micah reaches for some more pizza. “Probably not.” Micah is comfortable with who he is, always has been. He wasn’t like the other guys running around working on cars, bikes, and anything else they could do with their hands. And it doesn’t bother him to be different.
Even if he doesn’t want to join the Ravage MC, he’s blood. He’s family. His parents would welcome him with open arms—after Micah apologized for some of the things he’s said about the Ravage MC.
And he would probably need to grovel a bit, especially to all the brothers. Yeah, it wouldn’t be pretty, but he would be back in the fold and at least have his family at his back even if he’s not a member.
“I’m behind you whatever you decide,” I tell him, knowing I mean every word. No matter what, if Micah patched to Ravage or not, I’m going to have his back.
He said some not so nice things. He did some not so great things. That doesn’t mean he should be forever punished. And he’s never wronged me. While I won’t go against my family or Ravage, I also won’t turn my back on Micah.
“You mean that?” He studies me strangely as I nod. He has to know I’d support him in his decision. Would I love for him to come back and make amends? Yes, because he’s missing out on a group of people who would be by his side. If he doesn’t, then that’s his choice. I’d never force it on him.
Micah sets his plate down and when his eyes connect with mine, there is a fire there that I’ve only seen a handful of times. It’s desire, lust, and it turns me inside out. He reaches for my plate and tosses it to the table. My insides are doing somersaults as the air around us changes.
Leaning in, he pulls me to his hard body and crushes his lips on mine. He tastes of sauce as I kiss him right back, my hands threading through his hair. He’s kissing me. Actually kissing me.
The power between us is consuming.
I feel it. That connection between the two of us that’s always been there since we were kids. That bond that has strings attaching to each of us deep in our souls, getting stronger and stronger by the second.
The best part is, it’s not one sided. I’ve thought over and over through the years that he didn’t feel the same way toward me, that he didn’t care for me in the same way. Sure, I saw the hard-ons, even as he tried to hide them, but I always wondered if there was more. This right here, tells me that there is. He knows that we are united and there is something special between us. He can’t deny the pull between us anymore than I can.
His lips are soft, yet so demanding. He nips and sucks on my bottom lip, turning me on like no other before. My entire body tingles. It’s amazing how this feels when it’s someone you truly care about. It’s an entirely different level, and I’m so damn happy that I have it with him.
Moving my body, I straddle his legs, positioning my heated flesh with his hard one as we continue to taste each other, like it’s been dormant for far too many years and needs to release from both of us. My body feels like I have electrical surges dancing under my skin from top to toe. Every inch of me feels alive.
Rocking my hips, the pressure builds in my core and breathing becomes difficult. “Micah,” I whisper, pulling away and looking into his eyes.
That’s when my stomach drops to the floor. What I see is not what I want to see. Because in an instant his lust-filled eyes turn to regret right in front of my face. The one emotion I never wanted to see from him.
He maneuvers out from under me, standing and raking his hand through his hair. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…”
I join him standing in front of him. “Yes, you should have. It’s been a long time coming, Micah.”
His hand covers his face swiping down it. “I shouldn’t have done that, Emery. Things can’t change for us.”
Confused, I ask, “Why not?”
He begins to move toward the door as I move with him. “They just can’t. I need you to understand that, Emery.”
My body starts to shake. “Understand what, Micah?”
“I can’t be with you.” He turns on his heel and leaves my place even as I reach out to him. My heart feels hollow, and I have no idea what just happened here. My head spins. I feel like I’m losing everything I just managed to get. Why did he push me away, when I know for damn sure he wants me?
What is going on here?
