Lady Luck: Ashby Crime Family Romance Book 4

by Winters, KB

  Evan turned to me with a skeptical grin. “Honestly? That’s part of it, sure. But it’s not your fault that Fiona is gone, and it was a dick move to treat you like it was.”

  “It was,” I agreed easily, “but I understand. Grief can make you crazy in ways you never imagined.”

  “Thanks.” His lips twisted in amusement.

  “And thank you for the ride. Again.”

  “No problem.” There was that twitch of his lips again.

  The Ashby house was unusually quiet, even at this late hour. I hurried up to my room, well technically our room since Emmett and I had been sharing a bed for the past week. And it was pure bliss, falling asleep with his big arms around me, exhausted with pleasure. Waking up with his lips on my mouth or my body.

  “Hey.” He stepped from the bathroom wrapped in a towel and a warm smile just for me.

  “Hey. How was your day?”

  Emmett took a step forward. “Better now. Yours?”

  His arms went around my waist and, almost as if they just knew what to do, may arms hung around his neck.

  “Same. Good day but I’m glad it’s over.”

  My lips found his and kissed him hungrily, savoring the taste of mint toothpaste and something that was distinctly Emmett. It was a taste I would know anywhere.

  “Not quite over,” he growled and slid one hand and then the other up and down the length of my back before they settled on my ass, gripping it tight and pulling me closer so I could feel how turned on he already was for me.

  “Fuck, you smell so good.” Emmett took a deep dramatic inhale and let it out slowly, his warm breath fanning over me.

  “So do you,” I practically growled and put my hands at his narrow waist before tugging the tab free to reveal the rest of him, cock long and hard and straining towards me. “Fresh as a daisy.”

  “Strip.” That one word came out so dark and commanding that my nipples stood at attention, and my pussy clenched hard and started to get wet. “Don’t be shy, sweetheart.”

  Hell no, I wouldn’t be shy, not with the way the intensity of his gaze bore a hole through me. His blue eyes grew darker by the second when I found the hidden zipper at the side of my red lace dress and tugged it down slowly. His eyes tracked the movement of my hands as I pulled my hair to the side and snapped the small pearl at my neck. My dress fell loose, and I tugged it over my hips before it—finally—fell into a pool on the floor.

  “Fuck, me,” he said on a guttural exhale.

  “Soon, Emmett.” The dress didn’t work well with a bra so I skipped it and turned up the heat with a pair of red lace panties with no crotch. He hadn’t noticed it yet which slightly thrilled me, because when he did, I had a feeling his control would snap. I toed the back of one shoe.

  “Leave them,” he grunted.

  “You sure?”

  “Leave. Them.”

  I sat on the bed and used my arms to slide back before I dug my heels into the mattress and spread my legs wide. “How about these, should I leave them too?” The way Emmett looked at me sent shivers through my body, kicked my heart up a notch as a wave of heat pinkened my skin.

  “Fuck, no. Leave those on too.” His eyes were dark and his chest heaved as he came closer to the bed, carnal heat arcing between us like a live wire. One knee pressed onto the bed and then the other but Emmett came no closer, just ran two thick fingers up and down my pussy, finding me wet and swollen.

  “So fucking wet already.”

  My head fell back at his growled words as those two fingers plunged deep enough to force my back to arch off the bed.

  “Emmett, yes.” Just that quickly, his fingers left and I was empty again.

  I opened my eyes and Emmett stared down at me as he licked my juices from those fingers.

  “More,” he grunted and leaned over me, kissing me, wild and rough while two thick fingers made their way back inside my body. He kissed me hard and fast and rough and so fucking perfectly I was already close to orgasm. His tongue swirled in my mouth and his thumb found my clit in the perfect combination to set me off like a rocket.

  “Emmett,” I growled as I tore my mouth from his, eager for oxygen that this man and the orgasm had stolen from me. “More,” I demanded with a smile, stretching my arm between us so I could wrap my hands around the hard, thick cock pressed against my thigh.

  His hips bucked into my hand with a dark smile. “More?”

  I nodded and licked my lips, spreading wide so he knew exactly what I wanted. A hapless whimper escaped when his lips found my nipple and he sucked, hard and with a little bit of teeth, enough that more incoherent whimpers escaped over and over. His lips and teeth and tongue trailed down my body, licking the underside of my breasts, down my belly and thighs, all the way down to my ankles.

  “Emmett, you tease.”

  He laughed and the sound vibrated against my legs, vibrating my clit like I was using one of my favorite little pocket rockets.

  “Just wanted to get you good and wet. You know how much I love it when you’re all juicy for me.”

  I fell back on the bed with an embarrassed laugh at his dirty words which never failed to turn me on. “You’re so dirty.”

  He flashed a wicked smile up at me and then gave me his tongue, licking up one side of my clit and down the other before curling his tongue around the swollen nub and sucking like it was a goddamn lollipop. The sound was wet and slick and his mouth moved and moved, sucking and slurping sounds echoing in the room while all I could do was feel. Emmett growled, the same way he did when he ate, and I shuddered at just how well he ate my pussy.

  My fingers tangled in his hair that was weeks overdue for a haircut, and I arched up into his mouth, slowly fucking his face while he licked and sucked me, refusing to give me his fingers until I gave him what he wanted.

  “Come for me, Nessa. I want you to come all over my face and tongue, give me all those sweet juices, and then I’ll give you this cock. I’ll fuck you hard and fast, just how you like until I’m completely covered in your pussy juice. Then I’ll do it again.”

  Holy. Shit. Those were the kind of promises a girl could get used to, and I ground faster against his mouth while his tongue flicked against my clit, tapping it better than any toy in existence, drawing my orgasm out slowly but furiously.

  “Emmett,” I called out in warning or maybe it was just a plea as lava worked its way from my core out to the surface. “Oh fuck, Emmett!”

  His lips wrapped around my clit and he sucked, hard. It was the perfect match to light the fire that exploded within me. In seconds, I shook and convulsed while Emmett’s tongue never stopped moving. I hadn’t even come down yet before his mouth was gone, leaving my pussy cold and wet, for about two seconds before he pushed his way inside of me, hell practically through me.

  “Yes!” Had anything in the world ever felt this good? Had any pleasure I’d ever experienced come close to this moment? The answer came quick and unequivocal. Fuck no.

  Emmett surged deeper and deeper, his cock pounding deep in that one spot that he found so easily, that spot that caused partial blindness where all I could see was fragments of his face twisted in erotic agony between shards of blinding colorful lights. He pumped hard and fast, just as promised, keeping me floating on an orgasmic cloud while he devoured my body.

  “Nessa,” he growled in my ear a moment before he nipped it. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

  His rhythm was wild and frantic, fucking me hard and fast and deep which was a miracle in itself since our bodies were impossibly slick with sweat and sex. Then his strong arms started to shake and my pussy tightened, clamping hard around his cock.

  “Fuck.” It was the only word I managed to squeak out before my whole body combusted, shaking violently as my pussy clenched tighter and tighter around him.

  His arms shook, and he lost his rhythm as I joined in clumsily. It wasn’t a pretty fuck but, holy shit, it was powerful as our bodies slid and bumped against one another until his arms gave out and
his body shook and thrust so deep and so hard into me, it brought tears to my eyes.

  Or maybe it was the man who was the cause for the tears he gently kissed away.

  “I love you, Vanessa.” Those were so softly spoken, so low it would’ve been easy to feign deafness but that wouldn’t be fair to Emmett. He’d just stripped himself bare, literally and figuratively for me tonight. His hips kept moving in slow, drugging circles while my pussy pulsed around him.

  “Emmett.” It was the only thing I could say. It was too soon to be in love with another man. It was a betrayal of the man I’d promised to love forever and ever. Wasn’t it?

  In answer to my unspoken questions, he kept up his slow torture until he hit that spot that made my pussy gush like a fountain, and my cry of ecstasy bounced off the walls.

  “I do, Vanessa. I love you.”

  Thankfully, Emmett didn’t look to me to return his words of love; he rolled over and pulled me with him, hugging my back to his front while he dotted butterfly kisses up and down the crook of my neck. I wasn’t sure if I loved Emmett, but I cared deeply for him, which still felt like a betrayal even though I couldn’t get enough of him.

  The butterfly kissed turned to a slow burning orgasm brought on with two fingers in my pussy and one hand clamped on my throat, still back to front. The next came hard and fast as he held my hands above my head and fucked me from behind, still on our sides, before he finally drifted off to sleep, confident I knew just how loved I was.

  I knew and that was why I stayed awake all night, trying to figure out how the fuck I felt. How I could possibly love another man, ever, never mind this soon.

  In those moments before the sun’s rays colored the sky, I slid from the bed and got dressed, Emmett’s scent still stuck to my skin, and I crept from the bedroom and down the overwhelming staircase that led to the first floor of Ashby Manor.

  “I hope you know what you’re doing.” Sadie’s voice came from my left side, just outside the front door. She was wrapped in a silk robe, a cigarette perched between her lips, and a knowing look on her face.

  “So do I, Sadie. So do I.” The truth was, I had no fucking clue what I was doing or how I felt about any of it. And Emmett deserved certainty, deserved to be with someone who had her shit together.

  That wasn’t me, not now, and I needed to figure it out before I broke the heart of man who deserved nothing but love.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Emmett

  “Remain still, sir.” The older man with silver hair and thick black brows frowned up at me for the third time in the past five minutes.

  A fancy ass tuxedo shop was the last place I expected to be when I woke up, alone for the third morning in a row. Maisie had made last minute changes to the wedding party and somehow, it affected me.

  “Sorry,” I mumbled and willed my body to stop squirming. I couldn’t help it; my body was as restless as my mind. Had my words of love sent Vanessa running away when danger lurked every fucking where? That thought churned in my gut, which only pissed me off. Did she leave because I told her I loved her or because she wasn’t ready to say it back?

  Or, the one thought I couldn’t seem to shake, that she left because she didn’t love me and never would.

  “Try to relax man; he’s just taking your measurements.” Virgil laughed from his spot on the black velvet couch since his tux had already been altered and sat in a garment bag ready for his wedding day.

  “Didn’t you spend all kinds of naked time with other dudes in the Army?”

  I flipped him off. “It was war, asshole, not a fucking porno.”

  Those words only made them all, Jasper, Charlie, Virgil and my own damn brother, laugh harder.

  “Probably thoughts of Vanessa making it hard not to get hard with Sean’s hands between his legs.” Terry was always the funny guy.

  Virgil stood as soon as the old man, Sean, had nodded he was done with my measurements and clapped me on the back.

  “I really appreciate you agreeing to be in the wedding so late in the game, man. Maisie wanted to make sure Madison felt included, which meant another groomsman since Cal still has his head up his fucking ass.”

  “No problem, man. Happy to be part of the day.” It was true. Now that I’d stopped fighting who I was, I was more than happy to make my family happy.

  “I can talk to Maze about letting you walk with Vanessa if you want?”

  That was probably the last thing she wanted. “Nah, I’m good. Madison is a spitfire and always good for a few laughs.”

  “You sure?” I nodded even though I wasn’t sure of anything, other than the fact that the woman I loved was avoiding me. Maybe, permanently.

  Forty-five minutes later, Terry, Jasper and Virgil walked out with their suits while Charlie and I had to come back next week for final fittings.

  “Is all that really necessary for a tuxedo?” Charlie shook his head in disbelief as we all piled into the stretch limo that took us back to Midnight Mass.

  “Fuck no,” Virgil growled, “but if Maisie wants us to look like fucking James Bond, then we look like James Bond.” The look of love shining in his eyes was undeniable, and I envied that look. It wasn’t just the look, it was the way he freely talked about his love for her, making sure she knew she was loved. Hell, we all knew how loved she was.

  “And if she wants babies?” Jasper sent an amused look at Virgil from the other side of the limo.

  Virgil shrugged. “Then we toss out the pills and fuck even more. It’s a win-win for me.”

  Terry bumped Jasper with his shoulder, a mischievous grin on his face. “How come you didn’t ask me that?”

  Jasper shoved him away playfully. “Because I don’t want to think about you raw dogging my baby sister.”

  Charlie laughed and shook his head. “Well, Maisie is my cousin.”

  “Then don’t ask Virgil about his sex life,” Jasper growled, proof that he was okay with the relationship but not hearing about it. “Now I need some booze to wash the images out of my mind.”

  “Oh I’ll give you some images to think about,” Terry laughed and stepped out right behind Jasper. “This one time—”

  “Don’t make me kill my best friend,” he growled and gave Terry a shrug.

  “You can’t kill me, man, you need me. We’ve got business to take care of. And who’s gonna have your back?”

  Jasper smiled and then his gaze turned serious and he and Terry bumped fists. “Not one goddamn person.”

  We made our way to the back room of Midnight Mass, settling around a table set up with a shit ton of food and booze like a last minute bachelor party.

  “What’s all this?” Virgil looked up at the waitress, Maureen, who flashed a wicked smile.

  “Maisie called ahead and said getting measured for penguin suits would have you boys fit to be tied. Feed you lots of food to soak up the booze were her orders. Enjoy.”

  Terry laughed. “Kat would’ve just sent burgers,” he said and shook his head. “At least one of our ladies will keep us fed.”

  Everyone dug in, piling food high on plates like it might get snatched away at any moment. We ate mostly in silence for ten solid minutes before our paces slowed.

  “I don’t want to break up the good mood,” Charlie began with a sigh, “but I’ve got some news.”

  And just like that, Jasper was all business again. “What is it?”

  “Just what Sadie feared. Some kind of partnership between Brendan Rhymer and the Black Jacks.”

  “Fuck!” Jasper nodded for Charlie to continue.

  “One of our bitches overheard a few of the Jacks talking about ‘that burned-face fucker’ and how all he did was bitch about his sister. Thinks she tried to take what’s rightfully his. Apparently, they’re sick of keeping her around.”

  “Hold up.” Jasper dropped his fork and stood, knocked his chair back until it almost toppled over. “Brendan has Savannah?”

  Charlie gave a short nod. “Sounds like. Probably whoring h
er out in one of their dungeons.”

  “Why doesn’t he just kill her?” I wondered out loud. “And why are they putting up with him if they hate him so much?”

  “Brendan has money, lots of it,” Jasper growled.

  “And the Jacks need money if they even stand a chance in fucking hell of taking our territory from him,” Charlie added angrily. “Which they won’t.” Despite his baby-faced appearance, I spotted a warrior in Charlie.

  Terry shook his head. “If he’s pimping out his own sister, then that fucker means business.” His gaze went straight to Jasper. “He needs to die.”

  “Too fucking right,” Jasper growled. Based solely on the look in his eye, I knew Brendan Rhymer was as good as dead.

  Just like my relationship with Vanessa. Her vanishing act was on me, and if something happened to her while she was hiding from me, I would never forgive myself. I shouldn’t have told her that I loved her, even though I did and with my whole fucking heart. It was too soon for her, but over the course of another sleepless night, I realized that maybe forever would be too soon for Nessa. She’d already had love in her life and she probably wasn’t looking for it again, especially not with a man like me.

  “You got that, Emmett?”

  I blinked and looked away from my glass of Velvet Fire that Maureen had just brought out. I looked at Jasper. “What?”

  “Until Brendan is no longer an issue, we need everyone helping out.” I nodded my agreement. “Whatever is going on with you and Nessa doesn’t matter now. Keep her safe. I don’t want to have to put Provo or Mace on her.”

  “I will,” I promised. I didn’t want either one of those guys spending 24/7 with her. That was my job.

  “Good.” Jasper stared off into space for a long moment, probably daydreaming about the way he would end Brendan Rhymer, before he returned to the moment of revelry.

  “Now raise your motherfucking glasses so we can toast my kid brother, marrying the love of his life. Now you have something else to fight for.”

  “Slainte.” We all raised our glasses and killed a full bottle of Velvet Fire before we finished off the food.