by Ana Jolene
“It’s not his fault. He tried to stop him.”
“He clearly didn’t do a good enough job. Look,” he said, stepping closer to me. “I don’t want you seeing him again. Until we know who broke in—”
“Trust me, Trey is the last person I want to see right now.”
“And about what he said—”
“Don’t worry about it, okay?” I tried to soften my eyes, to show him how thankful I was that he’d been here to help me, but I wasn’t sure it translated to him. Already this day was proving too much for me. “I’ll see you at home.”
Lucky
Seven’s mood hadn’t lightened entirely by the time dusk rolled around. It made me wonder what was going through her mind. Did she really mean what she said about not wanting to see Trey anymore? It was clear that the guy wanted to be with her. There weren’t many people who would fight their way through a bunch of bikers just for a chance to speak with a woman. I was beginning to think that the bastard might actually love her.
I clenched my teeth at the surge of possession that ignited within me. Was I jealous of the fact that Seven had an interest in him before?
We were arguing less and less. At first, I wondered if it was because of everything that had happened recently. Maybe Seven was still feeling down about G leaving and losing her job, not to mention all that she’d endured the night of the Phantoms’ raid. However, tonight proved that she still had that spark of fire. It was just that for the first time it hadn’t been focused in my direction but on Trey instead.
That fire. Damn, what would that be like channeled into passion? Images of unrestrained sex assaulted my brain, making me grow harder than ever before. Why did this keep happening? Was this reaction a result of the stress and the fatigue all rolling together into an avalanche? Or was it that I was finding Seven more and more attractive as I learned more about her?
After making a delicious dinner, Seven went up to take a shower. The scent of her shampoo drove me crazy in the best way possible. And her tanned legs made exposed by the itty bitty white towel she used created more fodder for my fantasies.
As she entered her bedroom, she let the towel drop. Bronzed skin was revealed to my gaze. I turned away quickly but not before my cock turned impossibly hard.
Feeling like a complete bastard, I peeked again, unable to stop myself even if I tried. Seven was putting on her earrings, two little studs that flashed when they hit the light. The next thing she put on was a kimono. I’d seen plenty of women in movies wear it to know what it was. The light pink satin glided effortlessly on her skin, heating me more.
You would think that someone like me would’ve had better control of himself after all the women I’d seen naked. But the sight of Seven nude would forever be imprinted into the back of my eyelids. Like a kid who had been caught peeking, I ran to my bedroom, hoping that the saying rang true. Out of sight. Out of mind.
Going over my to-do list for tomorrow didn’t help one bit. Hours had passed and need still coursed through my body, making my skin feel tight. My cock was demanding attention and knowing that Seven was in the next room over, the fire in my belly erupted into an inferno. Gritting my teeth to stop the moan from sounding through to the other room, I took myself in hand and began to stroke. My eyelids dropped, images of Seven swirling through my mind.
I remembered the way she’d looked in Indy’s car that first night, looking so ethereal and smelling like fresh rain. It unnerved me. Made me crazy with lust.
I stroked softly at first, then more forcefully. Seven would hate that I was jacking myself off to thoughts of her, but I couldn’t stop myself. I stroked until my breath hitched and my toes curled. My hips arched off the bed, straining for completion when there was a knock on the door.
“Shit.” I threw my legs over the edge of the bed and hastily searched for my jeans, pulling them on. “Just a second!”
When I swung the door open, Seven stood outside, her head canted slightly as she stared up at me. Those cerulean blues dipped low to rake across my chest and down to my hips.
Her eyes widened.
Aw shit! I hadn’t zipped up my pants! Slamming the door shut, I cursed my moronic stupidity as I adjusted myself. Then on a breath, I opened the door again.
TWENTY-THREE
Breaking Point
Seven
“Can I come in?” I heard myself ask.
Surprise drew Lucky’s eyebrows up to his hairline but he did eventually step back. The simple glimpse of his erection peeking up from his denim jeans had me primed, tossing gasoline on an inferno. I would’ve laughed at his embarrassed expression had he not looked downright delicious standing there, golden skin on display for my eyes only.
When I couldn’t sleep, at first I thought it was because I was scared to be back in the place that had once been invaded. My body was humming with this inexplicable energy that had me tossing and turning every five seconds. But when the ache between my legs intensified, I realized that it wasn’t anxiety or fear keeping me up.
It was arousal.
My hand shot out before I could think twice about it, reaching for Lucky’s chest, feeling the quick rise and fall of his breathing. The warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips and the lean muscles of his chest only ratcheted up the heat higher.
Lucky stumbled blindly until the back of his legs hit the bed and he flopped down. “What are you doing here?” His confusion would have been amusing if not for the way he made me burn.
“I couldn’t sleep.”
“So you came here?”
My brow arched. “Do you want me to leave?”
His mouth snapped shut as his gaze raked over my body. “I don’t know about this,” he whispered.
I didn’t either, but I wasn’t about to walk away now. “We never did talk about our feelings that night.”
“You want to talk about it now?”
“No. I want to do it again,” I admitted in a whisper. Lucky groaned low, his head lolling back as if he couldn’t believe this was happening.
My gaze trained on the corded muscles of his neck and the hollow of his collarbone. What would he do if I leaned forward and tasted him? Lucky’s hands shot out to stop me, his eyes giving me a clear warning. “What? Do you not want to?”
“And miss getting another chance to touch you? Never.” He sat up, grabbed a hold of my hips, and pulled me towards him. “But this time, I won’t stop. I can’t stop. Not until you’re screaming. So think hard, Seven, make sure this is what you really want.”
That feeling of aliveness when he first kissed me returned in a flash, heating my whole body until I burned. “Oh, I want it.” Or I wouldn’t have come in the first place. “Are you going to take my clothes off?”
“Nope. I want you to strip for me.” Dimples flashed as he grinned. “Slowly.”
Stepping back, I reached for the bottom of my tank. As I started to strip for him, Lucky’s gaze dropped to my stomach and it clenched with need and anxiety. God, I hope I wouldn’t regret this.
Lucky’s eyes shone with heated possession as they latched onto my breasts, still encased in my bra. “Let the straps fall down,” he demanded. That voice. It was enough to have me wanting to clench my thighs tighter together. “I like you with your hair down,” he said. Raw male lust made his words sound like a caress on my skin. My nipples instantly pebbled in response, turning into aching little buds against my bra. “It makes you look so soft and inviting, so different than the tigress you usually are. I love that about you. You have your edges.” His eyes dropped to rake over my body from top to bottom, bottom to top. “And your curves.”
Lust swirled around me like fumes. I boldly ran my hands up and over my breasts, tugging the straps down until the mounds were on full display. Lucky emitted a low growl that made me smile and a pang shot through me.
“Christ, woman, do you know what you do to me?” From beneath my lashes, I watched as Lucky reached forward and rubbed himself through his jeans.
“Am I
making you hard?” I loved getting him amped up. Seeing the way his eyes heated and his jaw clenched tight with desire.
“Yes. Take it off.”
Reaching behind me, I popped the clasp and slipped the bra off, tossing it playfully at Lucky where it landed on his crotch. Both our eyes settled there for a moment before looking up at the same time, gazes colliding before he dropped his eyes to look at my exposed breasts. “Now lose the pants.”
Another pang, this one sharper.
With a smirk, my fingertips dropped to the button of my shorts, slowly unzipping them like a secret present. It thrilled me, the way he watched, his eyes glazed over with need. My breasts jiggled as I bent over and drew my shorts down.
Lucky licked his lips. “Now the panties.”
“No. I’ll leave them on for now.”
His eyes flashed. “Tease.”
“Patience is a virtue.”
“Fuck virtues, angel. I’m a sinner.”
“Angel, huh?” I lowered myself slowly, settling between his knees. “I didn’t know you had a thing for Glory MC’s prospect. I’ll let him know the next time I see him.”
“Don’t be a smartass.” A hand reached out to paw one of my breasts. I arched farther into him, our mouths almost touching.
“When are you going to kiss me?”
His evil grin widened further. “I’m going to do more than just kiss you, Seven.”
Liquid heat spilled through me. “Well, let’s get started, shall we?” Lucky groaned loudly as I freed him, gripping him tightly in my fist. The tips of my fingers didn’t quite meet around his girth but that only excited me more as I licked an explorative sweep up his length. “Mmm,” I murmured, meeting his eyes. “Thick and long. Is that how you got your nickname, Lucky? You’re well-endowed.”
His low chuckle was dark and seductive. “No, but I’m definitely feeling like the luckiest bastard on earth right now. Do that again.”
I worked him good, bobbing my head up and down in his lap, taking him deep into my throat until I thought I would gag. His groans of pleasure made me chuckle.
“What the hell are you laughing at?” His hand came to caress my face, thumb brushing softly over my wet lips.
“You moan like you’re dying.”
“I will if you don’t stop teasing me and finish me off soon.” He groaned loudly when I stuffed him in my mouth again. “Shit!” I pumped him through his orgasm, through the guttural cries and the harsh grip in my hair, loving every minute of it.
When he calmed and pulled back, I smiled up at him. “Holy mother of—” His words were cut short as he tucked his hands under my armpits, lifting me and tossing me roughly onto the bed behind him. I squealed, turning to face him. His eyes went dark with desire and his voice dropped low. “Your turn.”
Lucky
The mouth on Seven was going to kill me. I thought the insults she spat like bullets would do me in first, but I didn’t know her blowjobs would send me straight to hell.
Or heaven, depending on how you thought about it.
Seven lay on my bed, her legs spread, her red panties blocking the view that would make me gun down an army just to see. Her huge tits, completely natural, created curves that I desperately wanted to explore with my hands, with my tongue. My cock was already hardening again, insatiable with its need for her. “Tell me now if you want to stop because I don’t think I can if I touch you again.”
“That was fast,” she said with a little bit of awe as her eyes dropped to where I gripped myself.
“Yeah, well. You’re hot as fuck.”
“What are you waiting for then?” Seven hooked her thumbs in her panties and began to tug them down. She glistened with need, already primed just as I had suspected. It had to be the hottest thing I had ever seen in my entire life.
When I tore my gaze from her core and looked up to gauge her expression, Seven wasn’t looking at me but rather my cock. I barely suppressed a groan. “You’re gonna kill me looking at me like that.”
“I want it in my mouth again,” she said, eyes darting up to meet mine.
Holy shit. “Be careful, baby. My cock could get used to that.”
“I don’t care.” She reached up, clasping her hands over mine where they gripped my aching cock. “I like the taste of you.”
God, she really was going to kill me tonight! “Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes.”
“No teeth though.”
Lush lips pressed at the base of my erection. “Don’t like a little pain with your blowjobs?”
“No. You torture me enough as it is. Come here.” Gripping her hips, I turned her towards me. Seven never once stopped her ministrations, continuing to lick me like a hungry kitten as I positioned her legs on either side of my shoulders.
With her pussy within easy reach, I dove in like a man possessed, licking until her head snapped up and she let out a harsh cry. I knew she was close when her legs started to wobble, so I pushed it some more, using my tongue to fuck her until I added a finger into the mix, enjoying her mewling cries around my cock.
Her head snapped up. “Oh God, Lucky!” Her pussy convulsed as she came hard. Her entire body was into it, shaking and tightening. Then Seven slumped like a dead carcass on the bed. “You didn’t come,” she breathed to the ceiling, chest still heaving from the intense orgasm.
I stifled a smile as I propped myself up on a forearm to look at her. “No, but you did,” I said smugly. Her leg shot out to kick me. “Ow!”
Seven lifted her head just enough to look at me, the promise falling easily from her wet lips. “The next time I suck you off you’re going to come so hard, you’ll forget all about the other women you’ve ever fucked.”
“You’re welcome to try again,” I said, but the heat in her eyes and the promise of passion was enough to erase the nameless faces of my past.
TWENTY-FOUR
Burying Demons
Seven
Lucky pressed me down into the mattress. As his weight came down on me, I latched our fingers together, knowing that there was no going back now. Especially as his mouth came down on mine again with hungry desperation. “Lucky.”
“Shh,” he murmured as he nuzzled my neck with his nose. His tongue flicked out, tasting. “Just let me.”
As I lay back, my gaze went to the ceiling, lashes fanning shut as Lucky continued to tease me with feathery kisses on my neck and décolletage. “This feels a little crazy, doesn’t it?”
“What is?” A hot breath fanned over my skin.
“This. You and me. After everything that’s happened with us, I never expected this.”
“I’ll be honest, I never thought this would happen either. But I can’t deny that I want it now. I’m glad you came to me tonight.” His mouth was a hot brand against my neck. “Will you let me kiss you, Seven?”
“Yes.”
“Not on your mouth though. Spread your legs.” Heat spilled through me. How could this all be happening? Lucky pulled back, sensing something was off. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Don’t stop.”
Frowning, he stopped his ministrations. “Tell me what’s wrong first.”
“I just—” I dragged in a ragged breath. “I just wasn’t sure how you’d react about me telling you about my past. I would have never expected this reaction.” My gaze traveled over my half exposed body and the erection straining towards me.
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve slept with a lot of men, Lucky. For money. I—”
“You did it to survive.”
My nose scrunched up at his words. “You can’t believe that. I was eighteen. I could have left but I didn’t.”
“You wouldn’t abandon your sister like that.” His hand came to rest on my arm, reassuring in its presence. “Come on, Seven. You know me. You know my reputation and how many women I’ve been with. I fucked them for fun, not for something like trying to make ends meet. Do you think that would really make me change my opinion
of you?”
I hadn’t thought of it like that but now that he mentioned it . . . “How many women have you slept with anyway?”
A male grin appeared on his face and I decided I liked this better. I wanted to go back to the kissing, to the heated touches and the uncontrolled passion. Apparently, he did too because Lucky leaned forward again, placing his hands on my legs where he ran them up my thighs. “Tonight, it’s just you.”
I shuddered as his mouth sent shocks of pleasure through my system, crying out when his tongue circled my clit before piercing inside me. Rising, Lucky gave me a wolfish smile. “Do you want this?” The head of his cock was poised at my entrance, awaiting permission.
I nodded. “Please.”
His slow entrance stole me of breath. My eyes closed as he began to move.
Lucky rose over me, staring down with eyes that mesmerized. I pulled him towards me, feeling his arms wind around my shoulders, fingers clutching the hair at my nape as he rocked into me. Lucky quickened his pace and I came again seconds later, eyes going blissfully blind. I could only hear Lucky’s harsh curses as he found his own release. Then, he dragged me to him before collapsing on the bed.
His gentle kiss on my neck made me smile. I was so happy to have someone like him by my side to protect me.
* * *
Lucky and I lay in bed, arms locked around each other. When he untangled himself long enough to make a bathroom break, I allowed myself to ogle him. Muscles bunched with his movements. His hair had gotten a little longer now and would need a cut soon. I didn’t know why I hadn’t noticed it before, but Lucky also had a really nice ass. Toned and tanned, with those delicious dimples cute enough to want to bite into.
When he returned, he sat down at the edge of the bed, bending over to put on his jeans. I crawled over to him, placing a kiss on his shoulder. I drew a fingertip over the elaborate eagle design that spanned the breadth of his back. “I always wondered what this tattoo meant the first time I saw it.”