Page 43 of Bound by Destiny
Nodding, I respond, “Yes. I absolutely do. I get we care about each other, but it’s not the same. The feelings that I have for Jacks are far different than the ones I have for you. I’m not saying this to be a bitch to you, I just want you to understand where I’m coming from. I hope you’ll take some time to think about this and really come to the conclusion that I did in the matter.”
Micah scrubs his hand over his face. “I don’t know what to say.”
“There is nothing to say, except I’m tired and need to lay down. We’re friends, Micah, and that’s all there is between us.”
“I don’t agree, but I also can’t make you feel things you don’t.” He moves past us with a strain in his voice as he calls out. I swear I hear it crack as if he’s trying not to let his emotions break through. “Bye, Emery.” He moves so quickly out of the building there’s no time to say anything, and I’m not even sure what else there is to say.
Only then do I sag in Jacks’ arms. He swoops me up bridal style and carries me to his room. As soon as my head hits the pillow, I’m out—fully dressed with shoes on, and I don’t care one damn bit.
18
Jacks
Emery’sslight whimpers catch my attention and I roll into her, holding her tightly against my chest, her head finding the perfect spot and settling. Closing my eyes, sleep evades me as everything rolls around in my head.
Austyn has some leads, they aren’t the best, but I’m hoping between her and Buzz they’ll nail it down and get the facts. It’s crazy because I can feel the tension within the clubhouse through the walls, like thick smoke threatening to blanket us all.
No one has banged on the door yet, so I’m going to take that as a good sign that we are still in the same situation and not worse.
What Emery said to Micah made me so damn proud of her. She went through everything in her mind and told him exactly how she felt. I’m hoping it was relieving for her, that she can heal and move forward, beyond any preconceived notions she had when she was a child.
It all makes me want to hold on to her even tighter and shield her from any pain. Unfortunately, some pain I’m not able to protect her from.
Emery’s body begins to rouse, her knee coming up and brushing my cock, which is already hard as a rock. It’s morning wood and Emery in my bed; what can I say—I have no shame.
Her head slowly lifts, our eyes connecting. “Hey,” she whispers.
“Mornin’, gorgeous.”
She smiles then bites her bottom lip. “Have you heard anything?”
“No, I’m taking it as good news. How are ya feelin’?”
Her eyes close as she exhales loudly. “A wreck. The thoughts of losing him keep hitting me harder and harder like a premonition, and I can only hope it’s one that doesn’t come true. I try to block it out of my head, but it’s right there on the forefront wanting in.”
Her body is so damn warm and soft against me. “Know that. As much as I want to take that away from you, can’t do it. We gotta ride this out and see what happens.” I’m reminded of how our time is short, how every moment in life is precious, and my hunger for her grows deeper.
“Right.” Her eyes spark with fire, and she doesn’t hesitate to kiss me hard, possessive, and hot as hell. Our tongues entangle, and I roll her body underneath mine. Fuck, nothing ever felt so damn perfect before. One of her hands cups the side of my face, while the other moves up and down my back.
Sliding between her legs, her hot heat is against me and begging me to take a bite. Fuck, this woman turns me inside out. I love kissing her, and I can’t wait to do it to every inch of her body. Passion explodes between us into a combustible energy.
As much as I don’t want to pull back, I have to and her eyes question me. “Need to know, Em. We do this, this is it. I’m not goin’ back. You’re mine and I’m yours—end of discussion.”
The smile that widens across her face is amazing, and I’m pretty sure I won the fucking jackpot.
“I’m yours, Jacks.”
I take her mouth hard, letting her feel how much those words mean to me. Telling her with actions what she does to me. She tastes like the most delectable fruit that I shouldn’t have the privilege of eating, but am going to damn well take it.
Breaking from her lips, I lick and kiss down her neck, her hands coming to my head.
“Oh God, your beard,” she moans and I smile, nipping her once again. There is no finesse with her shirt as I remove it from her body. Her blue lace bra holds up her sizable tits as I unclasp it.
“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this for a long damn time.”
I look up at her, and she winks down seductively. “Then what are you waiting for?” she coos.
“I’ll show ya.” Reaching in, I pull her full mounds out of the bra, that from this position have them perking up for my attention. I blow lightly on the nipples and dart my tongue out, tasting the left one. It pebbles instantly, telling me how much she loves this.
