Page 24 of Bound by Destiny
Gripping the back of her head, our lips mold together. When she gasps for breath, I take the opportunity to slip my tongue inside. It takes her a moment, probably the shock, before she kisses me back. She tastes of cinnamon as I dive deeper inside her. She gives, and I take. Exactly how it should be.
Her hands come up and sift through the back of my hair as a groan and growl mix from my chest. She tastes better than any dessert out there. Sweet and fucking perfect.
Passion and desire ignite between us, keeping us in its grasp.
It takes every bit of control I have to pull away and look into her eyes that are flaming with lust and desire. “Does that feel like a friend to you?” I lift her from my lap and set her on the couch, pulling her arms away from me. “Never meant to be put in the friend zone, Emery, but looks like I made it there anyway.” Running my hand through my hair, I can still taste her as if we’re fused together. “I’ve gotta run.”
I turn and make my way to the door as Emery yells, “Jacks! Wait!”
“Can’t do this right now, Em. Better off lettin’ me go.” With that, I leave the house, shutting the door behind me. Everything inside me hurts, and I welcome the pain. At least I’m alive, right?
Pulling out my cell, Austyn answers on the first ring. “Need you to go over to your girl’s house.” I hang up without an answer, climb on my ride, and get the fuck out of there.
“Talk to me,”my sister says, getting in my face and not backing down. She’s the only one unfazed by my exterior posture and looks. She sees right through everything. Even our parents don’t have that ability. She’s it, and right now isn’t a good time for her to be reading me.
“So what asshole do I need to kill this time,” I say, ignoring her previous question as I plop down in her recliner. Her apartment is small, a one bedroom. When she’s living here alone, she has plenty of space, but when she brings one of her douchebags here, I’m not here.
She sits on the couch that sits off to the side so she’s not directly in front of me. “No one right now. Single and ready to mingle.”
“How about you just stay single and forget the other shit.”
Erin lives a life so differently than me, but so the same as well. While her MO is finding guys and taking care of them. Mine has been staying away from women. ‘Hit it and get out’ had been my motto for so many years.
Seeing Emery like that around Micah, something inside me snapped when I pulled her out of the clubhouse. This protectiveness washed all over me, and I couldn’t allow myself to sit back and watch as some asshole who doesn’t deserve her made her feel like shit.
Ever since that one moment, Emery has been on my damn mind every minute of the day. And that’s my own damn fault. I put myself in that situation, and today I laid my cards out to her. Something I hadn’t planned on doing at least for a while. What we started to build was a friendship, but so much more. And it kills that I need to walk away from it.
Erin snaps her fingers and waves her hands, getting my attention. “Did you just hear anything I said?”
“Nope.” I don’t feel bad about it when I know I probably should. She is my sister after all.
“Who is she, and what’s going on?”
At that, I smile a bit. “Nothin’ for you to worry about. Tell me what’s going on with you.” My cell rings, sayingEmery calling.I decline the call, not wanting to deal with it right now.
My sister gets up from her perch and sits down on the floor next to my leg, wrapping her arms around it and looking up at me with those puppy dog eyes that she always uses to get her damn way. “Talk to me, Jacks. Let it out.”
I rub my face with both hands, letting the frustration fall down. It’s why I came to my sister’s in the first place, even if it was under the pretense of wanting to kick whatever guy that was here’s ass.
“Emery. She’s GT’s daughter.”
“The VP?”
“Yeah.”
She still looks up at me, and I turn my stare to the ceiling. I’ve never been a talker, but she’s pretty much the only one I can talk to. Except for Emery, I could talk to her.
Erin shakes my leg. “Been seein’ her for a while. Nothin’ too serious, but she’s a damn good woman. Everything was goin’ smooth until Micah showed up at her doorstep.”
“Who’s he?”
“He is Tug’s boy. He’s been gone for years and decided now to come back. Anyway, he was at Em’s house and whatever he said made her cry. I went over there and let her get her tears out. Then she friend zoned me.”
She squeezes. “Ouch.”
“I kissed her and asked her if that felt like a friend, then left.”
“And you’re afraid that she’s going to be another Lisa.”
