Page 37 of Bound by Destiny
Remind me never to get on the back of Buzz’s bike again because this shit is too deep for me to deal with.
I’d rather be on the back of Jacks’ bike instead. With him, I feel like we’re meant to be on the machine. My body pressed against his and the rumble beneath us is what I want. It’s so different riding with someone you care about. It’s a strength that builds and a connection that burns in your soul.
Bottom line, I want Jacks.
We ride for a while, and I’m pretty sure we’ve made several loops around Sumner at this point before Buzz finally pulls up to the gates. They slide open and we ride in.
It looks as if we’re some of the last ones to get here, but no one is in the courtyard. Buzz and I hustle in. Blinking at the sudden onslaught of darkness, my eyes search finding Jacks.
People say hi, but I dart around them and grab Jacks’ hand. “What’s this about, gorgeous?”
He has a slight wobble so I slow down still, pulling him behind me. His door is locked. “Unlock it please.”
“You wanted me alone, didn’t have to drag me, babe. I’d come freely.”
He unlocks the door, and I push it open. “Sit and pants off,” I order, slamming the door and locking it. Privacy in this place is hard to come by. One too many times I’ve been changing in my father’s room and someone would walk in. That’s not pretty.
Jacks chuckles. “Feisty Emery. I think I like her.”
Crossing my arms over my chest, my foot taps impatiently. “Pants off,” I order again.
On a smile, he kicks off his boots and slides his pants off. The ones he had on didn’t have any blood on them, so I knew he’d changed. Sure enough, a large bandage is wrapped around his right thigh.
Kneeling before him, he sucks in a deep breath, but I ignore him getting to my task. Slowly the gauze unravels, revealing an entry and exit from the bullet. “If you’d have asked, I’da told ya that it was a clean shot. Nothin’ in there and didn’t hit anything major. But, gorgeous, you on your fuckin’ knees in front of me is a sight I’ll never fuckin’ forget.”
Desire swarms in his eyes penetrating me, stopping the air from coming into my lungs. Instead of jumping up and kissing him stupid, I rewrap his injury. “You know I was scared as hell when they told me you were shot?”
“Sorry, gorgeous.” He doesn’t flicker or show any signs that the wound hurts as I wrap it.
After finishing recovering the wound, I look up as tears swell in my eyes. “Pops.”
“Come here.” He holds his arms open wide and I climb into them, my head resting on his shoulder.
“He can’t die, Jacks. He just can’t.” Softly I cry as he holds me.
“Cruz, Princess, GT and Angel are all at the hospital now with Ma, and Buzz is heading there now because Breaker left to check on his kids. After shit settles down here, I’ll get you up to see him.”
“He’s been in surgery a really long time, Jacks. That can’t be good.”
Jacks kisses the top of my head, soothing me with his warmth. “Yeah, that happens. He lost a lot of blood.”
“Do you think he’ll make it?” As soon as the words leave my mouth, I instantly regret them because I don’t want to know the answer. It hurts too much to think about.
Jacks lays down on the bed, pulling me to rest half on him with my head on his chest. His breaths, in and out, are calm and even. “Tomorrow is never guaranteed, Em. Only time tells when it’s our own. Pops is a hell of a man and strong as fuck. If anyone can beat the odds, it’s him.”
The boxer briefs twitch and for the first time in a while now, I’m able to smile, loving that having me this close to him makes him hard.
Lifting up, I kiss him, the scruff of his beard making me come alive as my panties dampen. Rolling on top of him, I straddle him still kissing, but it only takes a moment and Jacks is devouring me in a kiss so passionate I never knew existed. His tongue strokes inside my mouth, teasing, tempting, and memorizing each inch of me.
His mouth is like an extension of him putting everything he’s feeling into it and forcing me to see it all clear as day. Every moment alone with him, I see it. He was never doing all of that out of friendship or orders. Jacks did it because he cares about me. I was just too caught in my own head to see it.
I rock my hips, our two throbbing parts rubbing against one another. This is a horrible time for this. We need to be out there with the family finding out about Pops, not in here, but I can’t help myself. I need to get lost in Jacks.
A crash of waves hits me hard as I pull away needing air.
“Gorgeous, you keep rubbin’ me like that, we’re gonna have problems. Know your mind is screwed up and you’re just happy I’m alive, but there’s no going back from this, Emery. You’re mine—end of discussion. I don’t share.”
Leaning down, I tug his bottom lip with my teeth. “Neither do I.” Our lips collide, and his hands roam my body. My arousal spikes out of control, and my hips show it needing more friction. It’s so close.
