Page 17 of Anarchy
Chapter Eight
Mikey
Waking up I still feel like the biggest asshole ever.
She tried to kiss me and fuck if it wasn't the hardest damn thing I've ever done to pull away from her. I can't though. As much as I want her, I need to follow club rules and stay away from her until her birthday. I also need to talk to Lucy and get the play from her. I don't really see it being a problem, but I guess time will tell.
I need to find her and explain this all. I don't know that she will get it, but maybe she won't think I'm a complete jerkoff. I head toward her room not wanting to wait to talk to her. I wanted to go last night, but the truth is that I didn't know if I could say no to her twice.
I knock on her door hearing a quiet “come in.”
When I open the door her eyes widen. “Hey, what’s going on?”
She shifts uncomfortably, and I hate that I caused this between us. "I wanted to come and find you to talk about last night."
“It’s fine I get it.” She shrugs and does her best to avoid any and all eye contact with me.
“You get what?” I close the door walking all the way into the room.
She turns toward me, I can tell the brave, confident face she has on is a mask.
She’s upset.
“I’m not like these girls. It’s okay.” She walks over to the dresser and buys herself with something in the top drawer.
Walking up behind her I brush her hair off to one side. Sipping my mouth low, I whisper in her ear. "The fact that you are nothing like anyone here is just one of the many reasons I can't get you out of my mind."
She turns to face me surprise and confusion plastered all over her face. “I don’t get it then.”
Shaking my head, I take her hand and lead her over to the bed. Sitting down I tug her, so she's next to me. "You are the most gorgeous, pure, amazing, and addicting girl I have ever met. If I could, I would make you mine right now. I can't though, and it's fucking killing me."
“Why?” her hand lays on top of mine. “What’s wrong?”
"It's the club. When you showed up here underage, it was made clear that no one could even think about touching you before you turned eighteen. I also need to get your Aunt's permission too." I stroke her cheek with my thumb. "Don't ever doubt that you are everything and more than I could ever imagine being able to call mine."
She’s staring at me, not saying anything and the pull between us is so strong I feel like we are a couple of magnets.
Fuck it.
I lean in pressing my lips to hers. I must shock her because it causes a sharp intake of breath and as her lips part I gently brush my tongue against them. She melts into me letting me devour her, drink her in like she's my only source of air. Her hands fist my shirt, and when a tiny moan falls out of her mouth, I have to force myself to pull away.
Standing up quickly I need to put some distance between us. “Goddamn it.”
She looks away, and I realize how this must look to her.
"Emma," I say her name and she looks up at me. "What just happened only made me realize how perfect you are for me. Know that the minute you turn eighteen you'll be mine, and I will never let you go."
Her eyebrows pull together, and I'm not really sure what's wrong.
“Talk to me, I can see something just happened in your head.”
She shakes her head.
I sit back down next to her. “Emma, talk to me.”
“The way you talk, sometimes it reminds me of the men in the community. You don’t scare me the way they did, but when you say things like I’ll be yours, it brings all of that back.” She looks away from me.
"Hey, don't do that." I wait until her eyes meet mine. "Anytime you feel uneasy, or you have a problem I want you to come to me. Know that when I say you'll be mine, I mean that in the best ways possible. It means that whatever you need, I'll provide it. I will make you feel loved, protected, and cherished. I will stand in the way of you and anyone who might hurt you. I will love you more than you ever thought possible."
