Page 32 of Bound by Destiny
It’s a dance, very different than the one I just had. No, this is a connection of hearts, and I know I’m already fucked when it comes to Emery Gavelson.
We take our time and when Emery breaks away, her breaths are coming in shallow pants. She rests her forehead on my chest trying to get herself together. Kissing the top of her hair, I feel all the eyes on us and I lift my chin—not to one specific person but to them all.
I don’t give a flying fuck who just saw me kiss her. Who saw an intimate moment with this woman. None of that matters. What matters is that Emery is still in my arms, still touching me, and still seeking comfort from me.
That’s what matters. She’s all that matters.
“Mr. Jacks!” Mazie comes barreling up to Emery and me. Only then does Emery pull back enough to see the little girl at our feet.
“What’s up, munchkin?”
“Thanks for not kissing me like that, blah!” She sticks her tongue out and barrels away from us. Both Emery and I burst out laughing as I pull her back to my body and feel her chest moving with each burst of hilarity.
Wrapping my arm around her, I walk us to the other side of the house away from all the eyes. She comes without a hitch. I press her back against the house and take her lips once more, needing to taste her. Needing to consume her.
She kisses me fully, never missing a beat. I give, she takes. I take, and she gives. It’s a clash of two heated bodies, and I relish in it.
It’s my turn to pull away so I can look deep into her eyes. “Wasn’t fuckin’ around, Em. I want you. Completely and undeniably.”
Emery breaks my stare for a moment then comes back. “Things are so twisted in my head, Jacks. I thought you just wanted to be friends. Then Micah comes home. Then you both tell me you want me. I don’t know what to do. I’m torn apart here.”
“I’ll show you exactly who the man is for you.” Crashing our lips together, this is not soft or gentle. This is rough, hard, and demanding, needing her to feel exactly what she does to me. What we could be together.
We stay like this for a while, neither one of us giving up the battle.
“Umm… Jacks?”
I groan when I hear Austyn calling my name. Only then do I break away and turn to her, raising my brow because what the fuck!
“Sorry, but, Jacks, I need to talk to you.” I can tell by her face that she is sorry, but whatever she has to say probably has to do with douchebag out there, and I need to know it.
“Give me a minute. Meet me inside.”
Austyn nods, smiles at Emery, and takes off. Emery looks down at the ground, and I hope like hell she’s not embarrassed because I sure as shit am not. “This isn’t over, Emery. Not by a long shot. But I need to talk to Austyn.”
“What’s going on? Is there something wrong?”
I cup the side of her face as she leans into my hand. “Don’t know. Need to find out.”
“I should get back anyway.” She pulls back from me and begins to walk away. Fuck, I fear she’s feeling guilty, and there is no reason for her to have that emotion.
“Emery?” She turns back to me. “He doesn’t put a hand on you, Emery, or it won’t be pretty.”
She huffs, coming back to herself. “You leave him alone, Jacks. I mean it.”
“As long as he doesn’t touch what’s mine.”
She shakes her head and walks back to the crowd. I make my way into the house.
“Really, Austyn. That was the time for you to show up?”
She shrugs, leading me out the front door. My guess is so no one who comes in can hear. This shit can’t be good. That little twerp is going to get fucked up and not just by me—but the entire Ravage MC.
“You’re right.” She starts twisting her hands, which is not something she does. She’s usually calm, cool, and collected over just about anything these days. Austyn heaves out a breath of air. “He’s snooping.” A flash drive appears in front of my face, and I swipe it. “All the proof is on there. But, Jacks.”
She shuffles on her feet then looks up to the sky. Whatever it is, is eating at her big time. “Just tell me.”
“Not that easy. I feel like shit tellin’ you first, but it is what it is. Just please, what I’m about to tell you, talk to him first before laying him out.”
