Lucky: Furious Skulls MC (A Bad Boy MC Biker Romance)

by Daniela Jackson

  I grab a fork and start eating, but every bit of the food sticks in my throat. Asher’s mouth wandering on my neck doesn’t make anything easier for me.

  My head starts to throb.

  “Asher, take Michelle upstairs,” Blaze says. “She’s tired.”

  His voice makes me shudder. I didn’t realise he was in here.

  Asher rises from his chair and slides his arm under my thighs as his other arm encircles my back and he scoops me up. A growl leaves his mouth as he winces in pain.

  “Fucking hell,” Blaze growls. “Your broken ribs. Are you mad?”

  Another man approaches us and literally tears me off Asher.

  “I’m Hale, sweetheart,” he says as his green eyes flicker with amusement. He looks thirty-five. “And I’m at your service until your old man is in service back again.”

  “I can manage,” Asher snaps.

  “You didn’t say it was that bad,” I say to Asher.

  “It’s not bad at all,” Asher says with anger.

  Hale chuckles as he walks out of the kitchen and jumps up the stairs as though I’m weightless.

  “Put her on the mattress,” Asher barks behind us.

  We enter a bedroom that feels familiar to me, but in some threatening way. Hale lays me on the folded comforter, so I half-sit, half-lie.

  “Get lost,” Asher says. “My wife is tired and needs to rest.”

  Hale raises his hands in a warding gesture as he backs up.

  “He was nice,” I say as Asher and I become the only occupants of the room.

  “Too nice.”

  “Your ribs—“

  “I’m fine, Michelle, don’t worry.”

  “Can… I look at your chest? I want to assess your injuries myself.” I’m surprised by my own boldness.

  I just asked my husband to strip. But, he’s my husband, right?

  Asher sits down on the mattress and shakes off his cut, folding it with respect. He puts it on the bedside cabinet and then pulls his t-shirt over his head, tossing it onto the floor. His chest is wrapped in white bandage that’s secured with six clips.

  “Does it still hurt?” I ask.

  “As hell.” He lies down beside me and pulls me into his arms. That’s not what I expected. I wanted to unwrap the bandage and see the extent of the injuries. “It really hurts, Michelle.” He winces as he levers himself up on his elbow.

  “What can I do for you?”

  “A lot, baby.”

  He crawls on top of me and presses his lips against mine, hissing into my mouth as his massive frame crushes mine.

  Panic surges through me. A thought wavers in my mind, and I gasp it out, “I can’t kiss.”

  Right. Now my own husband will think I’m an idiot.

  Asher grazes along my chin. “You can kiss. Trust me. We’re kissing all the time.”

  “I need the toilet.” It just slips out of my mouth.

  I need to escape from him. I can’t breathe while being around him.

  “Okay.” He steals one more kiss from me.

  “And a shower.”

  And a moment of solitude to calm my shaky mind.

  Asher crawls off me and scrambles to his feet, grabbing my wrist and pulling me up.

  “Let’s have a shower then,” he says. “Or a bath. Yeah, we could have a bath with bubbles and sponges.”

  “We?”

  He grips the back of my neck and slams his lips on mine.

  “Love your short hair,” he says in a deep husky voice. “Love everything about you. Every fucking tiny thing.” He shoves his hand into my trousers and cups my pussy through the fabric of my panties. “Love your tight little cunt.”

  My mind spins out of control as my pussy clenches. Asher pulls his hand out. He shoves me towards the bathroom door, pulls at my hoody and then tears it off me. As his fingers manipulate the fastening of my bra, I freeze with my fingers closed around the door handle.

  “I need the toilet,” I shriek, fighting my urge to escape from him as far as possible.

  Asher pulls the door handle and shoves me inside the bathroom, switching on the light.

  I turn to face him. “I really need the toilet.”

  He tilts his head to the right and then to the left, rotating his shoulders then looks at me with such a dark hunger that I step back. He steps forward and rips my bra off me. I yelp.

  “You wanted the toilet.” His hand points to the corner of the bathroom as his eyes flick over the window and his jaw muscles twitch. He looks like he’s vigilant.

  “It’s a very private… you know, a private activity,” I say.

  “You’re not very obsessed with privacy.”

  “No?”

  He grins. “No. But I can close my eyes.”

  He stands by the window and covers his eyes with his palm.

  I really need to pee. I’ll wet myself if I don’t pee as soon as possible so I lift the toilet lid and unbutton my jeans. That’s what we normally do, right? I’m his wife—he’s my husband. We have no secrets from each other.

  I’m swift. Ultimately humiliated. As I flush the toilet and wash my hands, Asher turns on the hot water to fill the bathtub. He straightens and starts unwrapping his bandage. I approach him and hold the loose end of it, helping him. Ignoring the thought that my breasts are naked. As the bandage lands on the floor with a rustle, I look at Asher’s bruised chest. Brown and yellow patches mark the sides of his ribcage. There’re a few pale scratches, and two cuts turning into scars.

  “Did a tank hit you?” I ask.

  He doesn’t answer but shoots his arm towards me and pulls me to him so my chest rests against his.

  He’s so warm and I’m so cold. He’s as hard as a rock and I’m as fragile as a flower. God, his embrace feels so good. I have the impression that he could kill to keep me safe.

  “The water is cooling down,” he says, stroking my back up and down with his callused palm.

  His mouth brushes against the top of my head and slides down to my temple, wet and hot. Threatening and tempting.

  I move back and remove my trousers while he removes his. My eyes flick over his hard cock and my cheeks start to burn. My heart thumps in my ears.

  My husband is well-endowed, no doubt. My core pulses at the thought that I’ve had his monster inside of me.

  The bastard must read my mind because he flashes me a mischievous grin. “Like what you see?” He closes his fingers around his shaft and strokes himself up and down. A drop of precum emerges from the tip.

  I’m mesmerised.

  I’m frightened.

  I’m aroused.

  I turn around and step into the bathtub. Asher joins me and we sit opposite each other.

  “Finally everything’s as it should be,” he says, pouring water over my chest and back.

  His hands knead my breasts, and I feel ashamed of their modest size.

  “Michelle,” he says.

  Our glances meet as he twists my nipples, causing me pain. But it’s a good pain. I crave this pain. His hands slide down to my waist and he pulls me closer to him, so I sit on my heels between his knees. He hooks me under my arms and lifts me a bit. His mouth touches my breast as he bites down on my nipple and then sucks it gently. Pleasure flutters in my tummy. My body shivers in anticipation.

  “I want you on my cock,” he says. “Ride me, baby.”

  My jaw drops open.

  I’ve never fucked a man.

  I shake my head at this thought. I’m his wife. Surely, I must have fucked him.

  I’ve never fucked a man.

  I shake my head to shake that thought off.

  “Michelle, baby, I need you so much.”

  I realise I need him too.

  He slides his finger into my heat and curls it. He rubs his fingertip against the very sensitive area on the wall of my pussy. I shiver and mewl.

  “Ride me, Michelle.”

  I nod, straddle him and hold his cock. It’s so thick a tingle runs down my spine. So stiff.
I suck in a breath and lower myself onto his cock as he grinds me against his hips. It comes naturally. It’s all instinct.

  A yelp escapes my mouth at the pain radiating from my pussy. He’s big. Too big.

  His arms encircle me and he holds me tight against his chest. “It’s been a while since we were together.” His voice is husky in a dark, alluring way. “I need you.”

  I look into his eyes and see an inferno of hunger.

  I move up and down on his cock. “It hurts.” My fingers dig into his shoulders.

  “I know.” He sounds like he’s finding pleasure in my pain.

  Our glances collide, and I want him so badly it hurts.

  I can’t remember him, but I want to merge with him. It feels so right—me and him—our breaths mingling, our bodies becoming as one.

  I want to spend eternity in this bathtub, rooted like this. Desired and loved. My husband loves me in his dark, mysterious way. I have no doubt about that any more.

  His hands massage my ass cheeks, urging me to move. Then I feel his thumb searching for my clitoris. He starts massaging my sensitive nub and I melt. God, it feels so good. Asher draws my breast into his mouth and keeps working my clitoris. I drop my head back and sink into the pleasure he’s giving me. It builds in my tummy wave after wave until pure whiteness explodes inside of me. I moan my satisfaction.

  Chapter 9

  Asher

  Her cunt contracts around my cock, bringing me to the brink. I don’t need much, just my wife coming on my cock.

  I move her up and down as the water splashes against the floor. She moans softly and fucks me faster.

  My muscles tense up. My balls tighten. Ecstasy ripples through me as violent as an avalanche. My being shoots towards sheer blackness. Michelle’s delicate kiss brings me back to reality.

  She lifts her hips and my cock slips out of her pussy. A streak of blood tinges the water.

  “I’m not on my period,” Michelle says, embarrassment faltering her voice.

  “Everything’s fine, baby. It’s been a while, that’s all.”

  Now, the pain from my chest hits me like an axe. The punishment for my selfishness, I guess.

  Michelle jumps out of the bathtub and grabs a towel, wrapping it around her body. She grabs another towel and passes it to me. Her concerned eyes slide over my chest. She’s very eager when she’s concerned. Good to know.

  I step out of the bathtub and wrap the towel around my hips as my feet move in a puddle of water.

  A loud banging on the bathroom door causes me to turn around.

  “You just flooded the bar,” Brass growls from behind the door.

  “Fuck off,” I growl.

  “The ceiling is all wet,” Brass roars.

  “Fuck off,” I snap louder.

  He bangs on the door once more, and I hear his heavy steps drift off. “Let’s go to bed, Michelle.”

  I step out of the bathroom and lie down on the mattress as Michelle strokes my arm.

  “I’ll deal with the floor in the bathroom,” she says as she kisses my cheek. “Love you.”

  My heart leaps. “You’re the love of my life.”

  She chuckles. “You’re sweet. Rest.” She goes to the bathroom and I have no energy to protest. I can hear a few soft sounds coming from it.

  She returns to me after ten impatient minutes and lies down beside me, clinging to my arm, so deliciously naked and warm against my skin.

  “I can pay for the repairs of the ceiling,” she says.

  “What?” I sit up, pulling her up against my chest.

  “I mean…” Her eyes blink a few times. “I think… I remember I have money.” Her chin trembles.

  “I have a lot of money. Don’t worry about anything.”

  “You mean we have money?”

  “Yeah, I’m earning enough. It’s not your job to worry about money.”

  She nods. “Alright.”

  I lie down and enclose her in my arms, kissing her on the top of her head.

  Nothing and nobody will take her from me. She. Is. Mine.

  “Sleep, Michelle. You’re tired.”

  Michelle

  I wake up with a start as her nasty words are still bombarding my head.

  You’re stupid.

  You behave like a stupid fifteen-year-old.

  I don’t even like you.

  “What is it, baby,” Asher asks as his hot mouth wanders on my neck.

  “A bad dream.”

  He bites my earlobe lightly, the smell of his light sweat teasing my nostrils. My pussy pulses with need.

  “I’m here for you,” he says as he turns me over on my stomach.

  I shiver in anticipation as his massive body covers mine. His hard cock throbs against my ass.

  “I’m gonna make you feel good,” he says and parts my thighs with his knee.

  I melt.

  I turn into a hot ball of desire.

  His kisses burn a path above my shoulder blade, and his wet tongue licks me below my ear. I feel the head of his cock push at my entrance. Our fingers lace together and he fills my pussy with his thickness. The promise of pleasure surges through me, and I moan. My body trembles, craves his desperately.

  He goes deeper, causing me a sting of pain. Bringing me to the brink. I wiggle but push my ass against his hips.

  “You see,” Asher says into my ear. “I know how to make you feel good.”

  He doesn’t move, and I want to scream my frustration. I need more friction, more kisses. More of everything.

  “Say it, Michelle.”

  “Asher…”

  “Asher what?”

  “Asher, please.” I feel like I’m getting insane.

  “Asher, please what?”

  “Asher, please, fuck me.”

  He grunts, his hot breath brushing against my cheek. His hips move against my ass as he pumps his cock in and out. He eases his weight onto his elbow as his other hand holds my hip in place. He fucks me hard and fast.

  I start screaming as my body rocks beneath his and pleasure ripples through me. He moans his satisfaction just after me and our lips meet in a hungry kiss. He rolls me over on my back and draws me to him. My sweat merges with his. I feel his cum dribbling out of my pussy.

  Love pervades my whole being—my love for my husband.

  My eyes grow heavy, and I drift off to oblivion.

  Asher

  We have a shower and go to the bar to eat our late breakfast. Michelle smiles for me as I sit her in the chair and cook for her. Tasha rolls her eyes as she walks into the kitchen.

  “Morning, you happy lovebirds,” Tasha says.

  “Morning,” Michelle mumbles. “Sorry for the ceiling.”

  “The clubhouse belongs to Blaze and Asher,” Tasha says. “Not to me.”

  “I will fix it,” Michelle says. “I have a lot of money. I’m rich.”

  Our glances meet and I see dread in Michelle’s eyes. She shakes her head as though she wants to shake off a nightmare and rises to her feet.

  I grab her hand. “Wait.”

  “What is happening?” she shrieks.

  “Nothing,” I say. “Everything is fine. Just calm down, okay?”

  Tasha shoots me a dark glance and her eyes travel to Michelle. “Maybe this is a movie you saw but you can’t remember watching it?”

  “Yeah,” I say. “You love watching crime movies.”

  Michelle shakes her head. “I love fantasy movies. I hate crime movies.” She pulls back.

  I clench my jaw. “Maybe we could go out. The sun is nice today. You could get a nice suntan or something.”

  “I never sunbathe,” Michelle growls. “You should know this. You’re my husband, aren’t you?”

  “I know.” I pull her to me and wrap my arms around her.

  Tasha looks at me like I’m a serial killer.

  Michelle sobs in my embrace.

  “Calm down,” I say, stroking her head with my hand. “Eat something.” I shower her head with kisse
s. “I thought the sun would lift your mood, that’s all. I know you don’t like lying flat on the beach.”

  “Sorry,” she shrieks. “I know you want what’s best for me.”

  Tasha rolls her eyes then shakes her head.

  “Come on, Michelle,” I say. “Finish your food and we’ll watch your favourite fantasy movies.”

  “The Elf’s Love,” Tasha mouths to me.

  “The Elf’s Love,” I say. “Your favourite, baby.”

  “Yeah,” Michelle says, “I really like that one.”

  Relief washes over me and I feel dizzy. Tasha drops her head to hide her smile. She sighs and walks off.

  Michelle

  We watch the movie, clenched together on the sofa in the room that’s situated next to the bar. Tasha delivers lunch to the narrow table and shoots me a curious glance before walking off. Asher has a nap during the last quarter of the movie. I don’t blame him. He really looks like a tank has hit him. That bouncer’s job he’s doing must be really dangerous.

  “Maybe you could change your job?” It just slips out of my mouth as we sit down at the table to have our lunch.

  “Don’t worry about anything, darling.”

  I don’t know much about bikers’ culture, so I just nod at him even though anger sprouts in my chest.

  I’m his wife. That’s my job to be worried about him.

  “Michelle?”

  My eyes meet his. “I just—“

  “Don’t worry. I look after you not the other way round.”

  “But I want to look after you too. You’re my husband. I want to be supportive and useful.”

  “You do?” His eyes start blazing.

  “I want to be a good wife to you.”

  He nods as his predatory glance slides over me. Heat fills my veins and my pussy clenches.

  I’m so… shameless. So wanton.

  We finish eating and go to the bar. Asher shoves me onto the couch and settles himself beside me.

  “We’ll have a drink or two,” he says.

  “You shouldn’t mix your painkillers with alcohol,” I say as I look at him sternly.

  “You think?”

  “I know.”

  His face softens and lights up. “Alright. You’re my wife so I should listen to you.” There’s a hint of softness in his voice.

  That tells me something about him. He doesn’t want me to ask questions about his job, but he wants someone to look after him too. To love him.