Page 45 of Bone's Destiny

Maybe Cobra was right and I should just come clean about my dark secret. If my siblings knew the truth, Lady M and Dad wouldn’t have to keep up their façade. They could tell me what had happened to Eleanor. I wasn’t sure what I’d do, but perhaps I could move forward in my life.

Destiny’s face appeared in my mind. I’d spent most of my life angry and hurting. It was time I thought about the future. It was too soon to imagine anything more with Destiny, but I wouldn’t lie either. I sure as hell liked the idea of her.

Just let nature take its course.

Okay. I won’t stand in the way of my destiny.

18

Destiny

On day fourteen of my captivity, I decided I wanted tonight to be the night I lost my virginity to Micah. He certainly hadn’t made me feel like a prisoner since the first night in his bed. Our friendship was growing, and so was my desire.

I giggled to myself.Captivitysounded funny in my head. I was mostly free to roam around, but Micah wouldn’t allow me out of the house. He worried about my safety a lot. Nobody had ever been that way with me. I didn’t give him any attitude about it, though I wasn’t worried about the men Roland had been involved with. It hadn’t been confirmed it was a guy named Dorian Adrienne. Of course, Micah was still concerned. Dorian had a large enterprise in the Chicago area and had tried to take a couple of women last summer, women who were the old ladies of men in his cousin Storm’s Minnesota chapter.

Butterflies danced in my stomach when I thought of how protective Micah had been. Losing me seemed to scare the crap out of him. Of course, he hadn’t told me as much. But I could read his body language and facial expressions—he cared about me.

Whenever we were with Micah’s MC brothers, he kept me close. I did the same to him this evening when the new club girls arrived. Espada had thought it would be good to invite them for dinner. I suspected he wanted to break them in and show them the ropes. The girls had been all he talked about at supper the last few nights when we all ate together. He seemed excited and anxious to have other women in the house. I didn’t share his enthusiasm, but it wasn’t my call.

I peeked under the foil covering the lasagna I’d prepared. As I’d always known, I loved cooking. And in the gourmet kitchen, I felt like one of the hostesses on cooking shows. Micah made sure the prospects got me whatever I needed and let me decide everything. The best part was how the guys devoured the food I made.

I inhaled the savory aroma into my soul. It smelled amazing, and so did the garlic bread. Hmm. Perhaps I hadn’t thought this through well. The garlic spread I made smelled robust. It could ruin the plans I had for later. Dammit, why hadn’t I thought of bad breath?

“What’s wrong?” Micah came to my side and peered under the foil. “That looks delicious.”

“Thanks. Nothing’s wrong. Why do you ask?” I recovered the dish to keep it warm.

“This right here tells me something is wrong.” He pressed his finger on my forehead and rubbed the wrinkle I got when I worried. His touch soothed me, and his heated gray eyes made me sizzle inside.

“You pay attention a lot more than I realized.” I removed his hand when I noticed Fawn looking at us. “But I’m okay.”

“I’ll drop it, but I don’t believe you.” He considered me as we stood facing each other. “Just know you can trust me and tell me anything.”

“I know.” I rubbed my hand against his muscular chest. “Maybe later,” I whispered.

“There’s gonna be a later?” He slowly lowered his face toward mine like he was going to kiss me.

My breathing deepened and I swallowed thickly. It’d been a couple of days since we last kissed and fooled around. I wasn’t sure what had changed, but I reminded myself often that we were friends first and foremost. The “benefits” part of our relationship wasn’t meant to be a regular thing, though I wished it would be.

His lips were almost touching mine when…

“The table is set,” Fawn said, making us both rear back. “Oh, sorry to interrupt. I can pour the wine.”

“No, I got it.” Micah took the bottle of Chianti on the counter that I had him open so the wine could breathe before dinner. He issued me a quick nod and went to do the honors.

I gave him a small smile, but I was screaming inside. I desperately wanted to be close to him, in his arms, his body against mine, and our lips locked, devouring each other.

“I guess he’s got it.” Fawn shrugged, pushing her clear-framed glasses up the bridge of her nose. She’d done that several times since arriving. I wondered if it was something she did when nervous.

“Yes, he does. Where’d Stevie go?” I’d lost track of her while slicing tomatoes for the salad.

“I think with the tall guy, Espada.”

“Oh, interesting.” I slide the salad bowl toward her. “Can you place that on the table, please?”

“Sure.”

“Y’know, we don’t ever drink wine.” Micah put the bottle back where he got it. “Will you be offended if some of us have a beer?”

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