Page 63 of Bound by Destiny
Her nails dig deep as her back arches, and she screams out her release. My hips move harder and faster as I explode inside of her. Fuck, that was electric.
It takes a few moments for us to catch our breath. I flop on my back, and she rests her head on my chest.
“Damn, baby. You know how to wind your man up.”
“You do the same to me, Jacks. Every damn time.” Her hand comes up and plays with my beard, and I fucking love when she does it. I’ve thought about cutting it off several times, but every time she does this, only makes me want to keep it.
“I was comin’ to tell ya that Deke got his cut.” Emery pops up so fast and starts to squeal.
“You’re shitting me!” She jumps off the bed and starts tossing on clothes. Not exactly what I had planned.
“Where are you going?”
She hops around trying to get her leg in her jeans. “To find my brother! I’m so excited.” She gets one leg in and hops then falls to the bed on her back sticking the other leg in. I’d help her, but this is too funny not to sit back and watch.
Her laughter is a beautiful thing. She jumps up, tosses on a bra, and grabs one of my t-shirts. “Come on! We have to go.”
I point down to my dick that has risen once again. “I think he needs attention.” She darts over, gives my cock a soft kiss, and then is out the door.
She can probably hear my laughter as she makes it down the hallway.
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Jacks
“Arewe finally ready to get this shit over with?” Rhys asks impatiently, pacing the floor on the hole. Nox has started his work and there’s dirt everywhere, but we’re making do. “My kid’s comin’ home today, and I don’t wanna miss it for this asshole.”
Rylynn is away at school which still surprises me that Rhys let her leave Sumner. She’s not far away, though, so I’m assuming that is a concession.
The asshole, Derk, is tied to a chair, hands zip-tied behind his back, legs attached to the chair legs and a gag in his mouth. His face is already bloody because he put up a fight, which was a mistake on his part.
We just picked him up about forty-five minutes ago. Only ninety minutes from him getting out of jail. I call that a record. He thinks his cousin posted bail and all is right in the world. We had to wait two days before he was seen by the judge and bail was set. That was two days of stewing and letting all the anger fester. This man tried to kill one of our own, and now he dies.
“Pops’ll be here in twenty,” Cruz says, resting his shoulder on the dirt, relaxed. “He gets first dibs. The fucker tried to kill him.”
Breaker looks at his phone, smiles, and types into it. Buzz has his laptop, getting ready to pull up the information to question this dick on. Dagger and Rhys are in a heated conversation about what they should use first, a plier or hammer. Nox is sitting with his dirty ass hands, no doubt exhausted. Pretty sure he hasn’t slept since the punishment was set.
Deke stands next to his father, who’s beaming with pride that his boy is next to him. Deke’s face is a mask, his sole purpose the guy in the chair. Tug looks on between them. Though impassive, I’d bet anything he’s thinking about Micah.
Green bumps my shoulder. “Gave her your cut, huh?”
For a moment, my anger softens. “Fuck yeah. What about your woman?”
“Fuck, I put a ring and leather on her.”
This surprises me. Leah and Green have been together a while, but Leah went through some traumatic shit and Green always takes it slow with her. “When the fuck did that happen, and why the fuck don’t I know this?”
“Recently. It was time, and she’s now ready to let it all go.”
They are quiet like that. With everything Leah survived, they tend to handle things between the two of them. We all understand it, so really it isn’t much of a surprise he would quietly give her the world. I slap a hand on his shoulder giving it a squeeze. “Fuckin’ happy for ya, brother.”
“Same to you.”
The door opens, and Pops comes down the stairs carrying a bag. Oh, this should be fun. Pops is a pretty laid back man, except when you fuck with him or his family—then he’s a panther.
Derk squirms in the chair, his brows raising as he sees Pops. “What, motherfucker? You think someone got you out of jail to let you have a life? Fuck that.”
Pops tosses the bag to the floor, dust coming up in a puff. He looks over to Buzz and each give a chin lift. I’m guessing the question portion of the evening is commencing.
