Page 31 of Bound by Destiny
“Did your daddy tell you to ask me?” This is totally something that Rhys would do. He gets a kick out of it because not one of us can say no to little Mazie. We may steer her in a different direction, but we never say no.
“No—he said Grandpa, but he was too busy kissing Grandma, blah.” Her tongue comes out as she exaggerates her disgust. Her grandfather is Dagger, one of the brothers. He’s always walked to his own drum, that’s why I respect him.
Great. This means I’m up.
“There’s no music, little one.”
She pulls out her iPod from her small pocket and holds it up proudly. “My mommy let me put lots of songs on here!” Mazie fiddles around with it while I set my beer down. If it’ll make the little girl happy, I’ll do it. Even if my steps are horrendous.
Mazie sets the music to a slow tune surprising me, considering she’s supposed to be getting out her energy here. She puts her iPod on the ground and smiles up at me in a way that I’ve made her night.
The little girl steps on top of my feet and grabs my hands. Good thing I wear steel-toe boots. “What are you doing, munchkin?”
“We’re dancing. This is how my daddy dances with me.”
Right. It doesn’t take long before we’re grabbing everyone’s attention and the guys are calling out shit to me. It doesn’t bother me, because if she would’ve asked them, they’d be right where I am. The song turns into two, that turns into three, but this one is fast and Mazie is twirling away while I’m moving to the music. I don’t give a fuck what anyone says, bad moves or not—not one bit of it bothers me.
It’s fun, and I find myself smiling and laughing like crazy.
After the last notes, I kneel to the ground. “That’s the last one, munchkin. Thanks for the dances.”
Mazie wraps her little arms around my neck squeezing me tight. “Thank you, Mr. Jacks.”
“You’re very welcome, munchkin.”
She releases me, running off, and as I stand the guys are laughing their ass off. Instead of words, I take a dramatic bow which makes them laugh harder, and I follow suit.
Nox tosses me another beer since mine for sure is hot as hell now. Cracking open the top, I guzzle it down. Shaina, Breaker’s woman, and Rylie, Deke’s woman, come up and chide, “Nice moves there, Jacks. You should do that more often.”
“Well, with beautiful women watching I just might.”
Deke comes up behind his woman. “Watch it, fucker.” This makes me laugh. Deke has a fuck of a punch, but it’s from tons of practice fighting in and out of the ring. Deke’s eyes focus behind me. “Hey, how’s it goin?”
Her smell hits me first, cinnamon with a bit of vanilla. Funny how I can distinguish her from everyone else. Turning to the side, Emery’s chin is up and her focus is on me, not her brother. “Good,” she responds, still connected with mine.
“Hey, gorgeous. How’ve you been?” I ask and see her brows knit.
“Where have you been?” The clip to her voice is cute even if it’s supposed to be angry.
“A Run. You?”
Her shoulders slump a bit. “So you weren’t avoiding me?”
I lean into her as everyone around us fades away. “Never.”
Emery surprises me and wraps her arms around my neck, burying her face in my neck. I swear I hear her sniff me as I follow suit and hold her close to me. Damn, I’ve missed her.
“I thought maybe you were pissed at me,” she mumbles into my skin.
“Nope. Had to go out of town for a bit for the club, but I’m back. I’ll always come back to you, Emery.”
Her grip gets tighter on me, and I can feel the tension release from her body. Several eyes are on us taking in the scene, but it’s Micah’s I feel boring into me, like he wants to knock me away from Emery. Good luck with that one, buddy. I’m more likely to take your ass out before that happens.
Emery pulls back enough to look up at me, her eyes holding back wetness. Everything in them is pouring out to me. She cares. A lot. And she really thought I wasn’t coming back to her. It’s like that fear held her for the past few days and she’s now letting it go.
Not giving a single fuck, I cup her face and lean down and take her mouth. One of her hands threads through the back of my hair as she kisses me with everything inside of her. My cock hardens, and my body is set aflame. I press her harder to me so she can feel what she does to me.
Our tongues collide as I taste her, sucking in every single bit of her I possibly can. Some say that fucking is the way to show affection. Me, it’s always been kissing. I can pour more into a kiss than any other activity. It’s more personal—intimate. It’s two people giving and taking. Combining into one. Molding to each other and stealing the breaths from the other.
