Page 47 of Bound by Destiny
Pops groans, “Dammit. That’s the other reason. I hate green things. Hell, hate anything that’s not fried or beer.”
“Nope, beer is going to be limited,” I tell him, and the look on his face is like I punched him in the gut. I try hard to hide my amusement. “Nobody is takin’ my beer. That’s one I’m fightin’ for.”
To be a fly on the wall when he has that conversation with Ma would be hilarious.
“I’m guessin’ you picked?” Pops says as Jacks puts his hand on my shoulder giving it a squeeze.
“Yeah.”
“Long as you’re happy. And, Jacks, hurt my girl…”
Jacks cuts him off. “Yeah, you’ll string me by my balls, I’ll be eating out of a straw, my limbs will be torn from my body—got it.”
Pops starts laughing then coughs, turning me to concern once again.
“Are you okay?”
He breathes in deep. “Of course, just a little tired.”
“We’ll go, but, Pops, take it easy and get better. You know we can’t function right without you.” He gives a small, sad smile, and it hits me in the chest that he won’t be around forever. We all die sometime, and that thought scares the ever-loving shit out of me.
“Will do.” After goodbyes, Jacks takes me back to the clubhouse. There are smiles and laughter throughout the place, celebrating Pops’ well-being. There’s only one way I want to celebrate.
“Follow me,” I whisper in his ear then give a small nip of the lobe. A low growl comes from him as I take off through the party room and down the hallway.
His hard body pins me against the door, smashing my body to it, my cheek resting flush. His cock is hard against my ass, and I feel the wetness pooling in my panties.
“Maybe I should just fuck you right here, in the hallway.” A soft moan leaves me, surprising me. I’ve never been an exhibitionist, but that thought has my knees slightly weak. “Strip you, take you hard and fast.” His words are hot on my face, caressing me. Just the thought of it is turning my desire up a few hundred degrees. “Let the whole damn club know who you belong to.”
If he weren’t pressing my body against the door, I would’ve fallen to my knees as they suddenly can’t hold me up.
“Please, Jacks,” I whimper.
“Glad you like the idea, Emery, but no one sees you like this—ever.” The door clicks, and we’re stumbling into the room just as Jacks kicks it closed and locks it.
Desire and lust spin a tight web around us as we cling to one another, kissing desperately. Our tongues, teeth, and lips are locked in a ferocious game, each wanting to be the winner. Both of our hands are touching, tugging off clothes, and caressing. There is no time for foreplay. No, this is a need so great that we can’t stop ourselves.
Clothes leave our bodies, and we fall to the bed. Magically, Jacks slides inside of me, and everything is right in the world as he takes us both to ecstasy.
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Jacks
Emery sleeps soundly against me,and waking her up is not an option. The way she’s so peaceful only reminds me of the fact that I’m going to put that look on her face every damn day for the rest of my life.
Unfortunately, I have some business that needs tending to. Primarily Nox and then information on Ransom’s kid.
Sliding out of bed, I dress quickly and leave, locking the door behind me.
Nox isn’t hard to find and when our eyes meet, I lift my chin and motion toward the main door. It takes him only a few seconds, and he’s following me out in the warm Georgia night. The party has spilled outside, so we make our way to Banner.
“What’s up, man?”
If I turned around and punched him, I’d break his jaw and not hear what I need to on this. But the thought is tempting.
Entering the shop, he closes the door behind us, while I flip on the lights. Cutting to the chase, I ask, “What’s goin’ on with Carson, and how is she affiliated with the Rangers?”
His demeanor doesn’t change. “She’s a chick from school. Wanted out of her situation, I got her out. No big deal.”
