Page 49 of Bound by Destiny
“Ransom’s kid’s name is Derk Springfield. He’s alive and well.” Buzz hands out sheets of paper with a picture and stats on it. “Currently off the radar, go figure. But his bank accounts are next to nothing so unless he has millions stashed in his duffle, he’s gonna be hurtin’ for cash.”
“And that makes him even more unstable. Who’s with Pops now?”
“Patrick so we can meet. Then we’re gonna take rotations until he gets out,” Rhys says darkly.
“Good. GT and I’ll be up there with the women for the most part, and we’ll work out when we’re not and have shit to do. This means the rest of you start diggin’ and do it deep. He’s not far away, I feel that shit in my bones. Families stay on lockdown here and only go out with one of us. You know what he looks like, so eyes and ears open at all times,” Cruz orders as we all nod in agreement.
“Now, we have a problem with Micah.” Cruz looks to Tug who only lifts his chin. “While blood, he’s an outsider and shouldn’t be rummagin’ around in our business. We bring him in and have a chat.”
Tug scrubs a hand over his face, knowing what’s more than likely about to happen. Micah made his own bed and now he’s gotta lay in it, nails and all.
“We get this mess with the Rangers cleaned up and Pops home, then we bring him in. He’ll know it’s comin’.” Cruz looks at his son. “And you’re not in the clear, Nox. Not by a long shot.”
Cruz slams the gavel down as we collect our things and exit. There’s solemnness in the air, and it can’t be about Pops because he’ll be just fine. It must be about Micah. Personally, he’s not a threat to me when it comes to Emery. Hell, no one is a threat when it comes to her. But I don’t trust him, and whatever’s going to happen is his own fault.
I hope, though, that if Micah does come around and want to be part of Ravage, they don’t put it up for a vote. They won’t like mine and once it’s cast, there is no going back from it. That man has a lot to prove. I may be jumping the gun on this one, but I like to know the possibilities. All the cards laid out on the table so there are no surprises. We’ve had enough of those to last a lifetime.
Coming out of church, Emery is walking from the kitchen with a plate of food. When she sees me her face lights up, brightening my world. Emery’s been under my nose for so long, but either I wasn’t ready to see her like this or I was a blind fucker. Probably the latter.
That night for me, of the party, everything changed in the blink of an eye. I saw her—really saw her—and once that happened, there was no going back for me. Fuck, I’m a lucky sonuvabitch.
“Hey.” She holds up the plate. “I grabbed us some food, thought you’d be hungry.”
“And I thought you were asleep.”
She bites her bottom lip, and my dick instantly hardens. “Couldn’t sleep without ya.” Those words do something to a man, puffs him with pride that the woman he undeniably cares for can’t be without him. She doesn’t know it, but it’s the same for me.
Tossing my arm around her, we head back to my room, slamming the door shut, and cutting out the outside world and everything that’s going on. In here we can have our own little world, and it’s one I desperately crave.
She sits on the bed and places the food next to her. “Come eat.” Kicking off my boots, I join her, laying on my side and prop my head up with my elbow. Her beauty is one that can’t be matched. Her blonde hair is like a halo around her head glowing in the faint light. Her eyes, though… God, her eyes are like magnets pulling me in and desperately making me clutch on. They have this warmth in them that is addicting and having it aimed at me is life-changing.
“Is everything okay?” Emery asks, popping a grape in her mouth and chewing.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?”
She swallows. “You’re looking at me like I’m a fluffy teddy bear.”
A laugh escapes. Leave it to Emery to compare my feelings to a damn teddy bear. “No, babe. I’m lookin’ at you like you’re the most precious thing I’ve ever had the pleasure of having in my life.” Tears well in her eyes as I rise and kiss her lips. “You are, Emery.”
This time it’s her who kisses me hard as she climbs on top of me and straddles my hips. Her thin pajama pants do nothing to hide the heat gathering between her legs that is pressing against me. The movement of her hips gliding on my hardness has me wanting to explode in my damn jeans. I can’t remember the last time anyone has turned me on this way. Why, because no one ever has.
Only Emery. It will always only be Emery for me.
Reaching under her shirt, my hands glide up her smooth skin to the spine of her back and up further, taking her shirt along for the ride. She’s not wearing a bra, and while I want to say something about that in the clubhouse, I’ll do it later when my cock isn’t going to burst.
We breakaway only momentarily when I pull her shirt over her head, her hands coming to the sides of my face and kissing me hard. Flipping her up on my knees, I tear the clothes from my chest. Her hands come to my abs and feel all the way up, leaving warmth and goosebumps in its wake. Fuck, she turns me inside out.
Tugging her pajamas down her long legs, I leave her lacy underwear on as I kiss my way up her body and take special notice of the spot behind her right knee that’s ticklish and kiss it more. Her smell drives me crazy, and my lips explore her inner thigh all the way to the lace. Through the material, my teeth nip while my lips kiss and caress. She jumps and gasps.
Fucking love the sounds she makes, they only spur me on.
One of Emery’s hands comes to my hair while the other clutches the sheets as she arches her body, begging for more, and I give it. Grabbing the fabric with my teeth, I pull slowly down her body and watch her reaction with each inch. Desire and lust flow from her as she pants wildly. There’s also another emotion there, one that I didn’t know I was capable of getting—love, caring, loyalty. It’s all there, plain as day, and she’s not hiding it one bit.
She wants me to know it. Wants me to feel it, and I do. Every damn part of me does, down to my fucking soul.
Removing my jeans and underwear, kicking it to the floor, I climb up the bed and stare down into her eyes. “You’re so damn beautiful.” Her smile is electric. “And you’re mine.” Attaching our lips, I thrust into her and take in her gasp. Slowly in and out of her, we kiss, staying connected. This is more than sex. This is more than fucking. This is me showing this woman how much she means to me and how much I care about her.
This connection we have grows with each thrust as she becomes entangled in my heart and seeps into my soul. As she comes apart underneath me, I let her ride it out. Flipping her over, she giggles, the sound going right to my cock that is still implanted inside of her.
