Page 30 of Bound By Consequences
“Get my cousin and come to my house. Now.” For the briefest of moments, I thought I would fall apart right here, right now. I didn’t have time for all these explanations. I didn’t have time to fight with Remy to get in the damn car seat. What I needed was the safety and security of my home, my space. Austyn and I were close, but I couldn’t give her the answers that she desperately sought. It was written on her face. As soon as I got Remy away from here, the better, and then calmly, rationally, I would explain everything to Austyn, and more importantly to Ryker because he would help me figure out what would come next.
Austyn eyed my warily, but nodded, then turned on her booted foot and made her way back into the clubhouse. Everything was a blur behind me, but vaguely I could tell there was a bit of chaos. Thank the lord someone was holding Micah back from coming out here. I couldn’t face him, not right now, and possibly not ever.
Micah. Shit.
How many nights did he fill my dreams? How many days had I looked in Remy’s sweet face to see his eyes burn through me once again?
One night.
We had this one spectacular night that completely changed my life.
Where would I be without Micah? Where would I be without Remy?
That thought alone had me more than determined to get the hell out of here.
Getting in the car, the engine turned over, and we escaped quickly.
What in the hell was Micah doing in the clubhouse? This felt wrong in all different ways. I didn’t know what I pictured when it came to the moment I could see him again, but it wasn’t this. Not only that, his face looked like someone had beat the hell out of him. The man was cut, seriously built like he had spent hours training. How did he manage to get the shit beat out of him? Was he in danger? The more my mind contemplated all that was Micah, the more my heart raced.
My hands shook the entire way home as I tried to get my mind to focus on the road in front of us. Fear like no other took root. It was so deeply engrained I could feel it through every pore of my body. It was like a spider web branching out, threatening to take me completely over.
Was he going to take her? Did he know about Remy and that was why he was there? How did he know where we were? So many doubts crept into my thoughts. This could not be happening. It just couldn’t.
I didn’t even know the man’s last name, and I was supposed to believe that he’d shown up just out of the blue. There was no way. Things like that didn’t happen. There had to be a cause for why he was there. Why he just popped up out of the blue?
He knew about Remy, and he wanted my daughter. That had to be it. Sumner, Georgia was too small for coincidence. This was deliberate. I clenched my hands around the steering wheel, trying to calm my nerves.
No. No way would he get her. Ever.
I’d run to the ends of the earth before that happened. Nothing and no one would take her away from me. Even a big guy like him, I’d fight to the death before he took my little girl.
“Mama, pay!” Remy cried from the back seat, only adding to the chaos eating away at me. She didn’t have a clue that I was losing my shit up here, and her screeches were only making my anxiety worse. While part of me wanted to yell and tell her to stop it, I controlled myself. Remy needed a mom who was stable at all times. I was going to give her that even if I shattered into a million pieces over and over again inside.
My eyes burned with tears. If he thought for one second he could take Remy from me, he had another thing coming.
My body wason fire from the tips of my toes to the top of my head, everything coming to life. My body. My head. My heart. My soul. How in the hell was that even possible?
Thoughts had shut down, and all I could see, feel, and think was Micah. It was a feeling that had never happened to me in my life. No one had been able to take me away. True, I’d only been with one other man, and that was nothing to get excited about. This was on an entirely different level.
Micah picked me up, tossed me onto the bed, and was in a frenzy ripping his and my clothes off that he didn’t give me any time to appreciate his build. The man was hard in all the right places, and the ink of him was sexy as hell. The clear plastic on his arm showed the Marine symbol. It must have been where he got his strength.
He was on top of me quickly, lips attacking mine and hands all over my body. Not quite sure what to do, I allowed my body to take over. ‘Do what feels good. Do what feels right.’
The passion between us was electric and sparking everywhere, igniting the room. The heat all around me was unreal.
His lips trailed down my neck, collarbone, then to the V of my tits. His hands gripped them hard, his teeth taking turns nipping and sucking my nipples. Each movement had my core sizzling. I tried to move my body, but his held me down in so many delicious ways, leaving me unable to find my friction. He was in control. He was in demand.
Fingers entered me, and my back bowed off the bed. Micah moved down my body, his eyes coming up to meet mine.
“I’m eating this pussy until you can’t breathe.”
There was no comeback, because his tongue flicked my clit, then sucked it in deep. My entire body exploded in a crescendo of pleasure. I had zero control over my body as it bucked and bent, letting the orgasm wash over me.
Micah didn’t stop as my screams took over and my body shook.
His lips left mine, but I was out of energy as I sagged into the bed.
Vaguely, I heard the sound of a foil packet tearing. “Don’t give up so soon.”
