“What the fuck was that?” he asked, through a strained whisper.
Baby knew what he was asking. Why did she freeze like that? How did Slade still hold any kind of power of her? She had no words to piece together an explanation. She looked up into Lucky’s eyes, dark and angry, and then she glanced over to Slade. The thought of dancing for him while feeling this vulnerable made the measly contents of her stomach slosh around.
She felt weak and confined as if the walls were closing in. There was no way she could tell Lucky about her addiction to both Slade and his idea of a good time. Baby lowered her head and stared at the hunter-green nail polish on her toes, none of that neon shit like some of the other girls.
Baby’s heart jumped into her throat. She knew Mickey would have her head, but she couldn’t take it anymore and bolted right out the front door, leather clad and alone.
Chapter Twelve
Lucky
What the fuck happened?
Lucky couldn’t wrap his brain around this chick. What did that son of a bitch have over her? It had to be something big to make her buckle like that.
No matter how pissed off he was, he couldn’t let her wander the streets in nothing but a few straps of leather. She didn’t have a bag or clothes with her.
As Lucky was getting ready to head out the door, Mickey was in his face.
“Where the hell did she go?” he bellowed. Lucky was close to punching him square in the face. He was tired of the blowhard, and his stale breath was enough to make a dead man squirm.
“Your guess is as good as mine,” Lucky replied, no longer trying to hide his irritation.
“Don’t give me that shit. I saw you together. All arm in arm and shit. You two are up to something.”
“Up to something? You’re fucking kidding me, right?” Lucky stepped toward the weasel of a man, close to unleashing the pent-up rage that was threatening to bubble over. His voice lowered to a dangerous level. “You know as well as I do that that no-nuts, steroid-using cocksucker was the cause of this shit.” He pointed in Slade’s direction.
Mickey quickly blocked Lucky’s view of Slade. “Son, you do NOT want to be pissing off Slade Chatelain.”
“I’m not scared of him or any of his little flying monkeys.”
Mickey leaned in further. The lines around his eyes softened, but only a little. “I’m telling you that you would be wise to change that attitude. Everyone is scared of Slade, and for good reason.”
Lucky snorted and rolled his taut shoulders back, trying to loosen them up. “And I’m not everyone if you haven’t noticed.”
Mickey sighed and took a step back. Lucky could only assume the move was a peace offering. “Let me guess. You’re gonna run after her?”
“Did you see how she took off? She’s on the street right now dressed in nothing but a few pieces of floss!”
“And if I say you can’t go?” Mickey asked.
Lucky didn’t blink. He stared at the heavyset man. He had already made up his mind and there was nothing porky was going to do to change it.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. I’m sure her bag’s downstairs. Grab it before you go.”
Lucky took off toward the basement stairs.
“Make sure she knows she’s on tomorrow night and that bitch owes me hours!” Mickey called after him.
When he got downstairs, Lucky noticed one of the girls at her dressing table. It was Coral. She was nice enough, but he decided not nice enough to trust.
She stared at him, wide-eyed, and mouth gaping.
“Baby Jade’s stuff?” he asked. She didn’t say anything. She pointed toward a small, plain table. It wasn’t decorated like the other tables. No pictures or keepsakes, there were a couple of newspaper clippings and a Saints schedule from last season.
He didn’t feel right rummaging through her belongings, but he wanted to make sure Baby had everything she needed. He grabbed her tote bag and threw her neatly folded street clothes on top.
“Thanks,” he said before bounding back up the stairs two at a time, not caring if she responded.
Lucky stepped through the door and immediately felt the scrutiny of Slade burning a hole through his head. He slid through the crowd, holding his stare. He would never give that asshole the satisfaction of thinking he got the best of him. In fact, Lucky couldn’t care less what Slade thought about him. He was concerned about Baby Jade. That prick would have to go through him to get to her, and that wasn’t happening anytime soon.
Lucky snatched his jacket from the stool by the entrance and rushed out onto the street. He hopped onto his 1969 Shovelhead and cranked it with one jump. He took off on Bourbon Street toward Baby’s apartment. The only thing on his mind was making sure she was safe. That and the glare in Slade’s eyes. That was going to come back to bite him in the ass. He was sure of it.
Chapter Thirteen
Baby Jade
It took Baby three blocks before she calmed down enough to realize she was half naked and wearing five-inch stripper heels. Had she been anywhere else, she might have been a little more concerned, but half-naked women weren’t exactly rare in the city.
Of course, none of that made her feel any better about her ass cheeks hanging out and her cleavage spilling over the top of the tiny leather triangles barely big enough to cover her nipples. She was definitely getting some attention on the street. Catcalls and whistling. A stalker quickly started shadowing not far behind.
“Hey, honey. Where you off to in such a hurry?” the man sneered through a giggle. Baby Jade tried to ignore the man and walked faster. “Come on, honey. Don’t take off. I got everything you need right here!” he hollered.
Baby, now in a full on jog, looked over her shoulder to see the man grabbing his crotch and making a lewd noise, sticking his tongue out in her direction.
By the sound of his voice, the man was gaining on her. She kicked off her shoes, not stopping to pick them up. As she rounded the corner, a single headlight streamed from the adjoining alley, racing past her straight toward the man. The driver revved the engine and snaked around the man, causing him to stumble and fall backwards, flat on his ass.
Baby watched the driver backtrack, slowing enough to reach down and snatch up her high heels. He circled around, stopping in front of her. Lucky handed Baby her shoes. He shrugged out of his jacket and draped it around her shoulders. She slipped her arms through the sleeves, enfolding herself in his musky scent.
He unhooked the half-shell helmet from the bitch bar and placed it on Baby’s head. She attempted to buckle it, but her trembling fingers couldn’t latch the strap. Lucky grasped her hands in his and lowered them to her side before fastening the helmet. Neither of them spoke. Baby slid onto the back of the bike, wrapping herself around his waist. He sped away into the night, leaving the man staring at the tail light.
Lucky pulled up in front of Baby’s apartment, parking his bike on the curb. She handed him the helmet and drew the oversized jacket around her. Damn, she longed to touch him, his skin on her skin. She wanted to feel the heat of his breath on every part of her body.
He handed Baby her canvas bag he had picked up from her dressing table. The two walked silently up the sidewalk. Ma’Linn’s light was out, but her doorway was covered in feathers and some kind of red substance. Baby didn’t want to know what that was about, not after the night she had experienced.
Lucky looked at the entrance and then back to Baby. Before he could open his mouth, she said, “Don’t ask.”
He smiled, stepping closer. He wound a tuft of her hair around his finger. Within seconds, his entire hand was entangled in her mass of black waves. Cradling the back of her head in his hand, he turned Baby’s face up to meet his. The heat in his deep chocolate-colored eyes made her body ache.
“Invite me in,” he commanded in a low whisper.
Baby dug her keys out from the side pocket of her bag and struggled to unlock the newly painted front door. Lucky grasped her hand and slid the key into the lock, gi
ving it a turn. He never took his gaze off hers, setting off a burning desire between her legs.
She walked in and held the door open. Once he was inside, she shut and locked the deadbolt out of habit. Linking her index finger through his belt loop, Baby led Lucky to down the tiny hall and into her bedroom.
He took a quick survey of the bedroom and eyed her stationary bike. “You have exercise equipment in every room?”
“It takes a lot of work to stay in shape. I never miss a day.”
His lips curled at the sides, revealing those delectable dimples. “Oh, you’re gonna miss today, but that’s ok. You’re still gonna get a workout.”
“You’re pretty sure of yourself.” Baby dropped her head, running her bare foot over the rug.
“Are you blushing?”
She smacked her hand on his hard chest. “Stop it.” The heat rushed to her face, causing her cheeks to turn bright red. Damn, he looked yummy in his worn-out jeans and ratty old t-shirt.
“You look good in my jacket.” He grabbed the side and pulled her closer. “I bet you look pretty good out of it too.” Lucky slid his hands under the jacket, sliding it off her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor. She expected his gaze to travel, but instead they stayed locked on hers. His fingers skimmed her back as he traced the outline of her top.
She tugged on her bottom lip, shying away from his gaze.
Lucky lifted her face. “Don’t turn away.” He tucked a strip of hair behind her ear. “Damn, you’re beautiful. I bet you hear that all the time.”
“If by beautiful, you mean hot, sexy, or fuckable, then yes.”
“No, that’s not what I mean. I mean beautiful. Sure, you’re gorgeous. Ain’t no denying that shit. But you’re much more than that. You’re strong. You don’t take shit off people. You’re caring. I can tell that from your neighbor. Not to mention you’re smart. Everything about you turns me on, not simply your looks.”
As she tried to turn away again, Lucky held her face in the palm of his hands. “Why is that hard for you to believe?”
“You wouldn’t be here right now if I didn’t look like this,” Baby said, waving her hands dramatically in front her scantily clad body.
“I guess we’ll have to agree to disagree.”
Her lips twisted into a slight grin.
“That look right there is the one that tells me I’m getting myself into a shitload of trouble.”
Baby ran her hand across Lucky’s chest, excited by the thought of seeing his hard pecs without a shirt on. She slid her hands under the hem and ran her nails along his chest. A small groan escaped his lips, causing her to grin again.
“Shit. That look right there,” Lucky said, picking Baby up and tossing her onto the bed.
He stood at the foot of the bed, yanked his black tee over his head, and tossed it to the floor; exposing his chest and chiseled abs. Ink covered his flawless body. His bare chest revealed the way his jeans hung perfectly on his impeccably carved hips.
Baby lay back, spreading her legs to invite him to come closer. With hunger in his eyes, he climbed onto the bed and settled himself in between her long, bronze legs. The heat from his skin on hers set her body humming. Pulling himself closer to her face with his elbows, her sex throbbed as she felt his hard bulge rub against her sensitive pussy.
Lucky grazed his lips across the length of her neck, nipping at her flesh. She moaned as he slipped one arm around her, placing his palm on the small of her back pulling her close to his rock-hard body.
Why do I feel like a fucking virgin?
Lucky used his other hand to unravel the laced straps to Baby’s corset. Her breathing quickened as he pulled the last knot loose. The fabric fell to the side allowing her breasts to spill free, her nipples erect from the rush of air. Lucky looked her up and down, wide-eyed with his lopsided smile.
“Shit,” he said in a breathless whisper.
“You like?” She usually didn’t like male attention, but she thrived on the effect she had on Lucky.
“I’m gonna devour every last part of you.” The sincerity of his words made her wet. The sensation intensified, her thighs vibrating as his mouth found hers. He kissed her long and hard, opening her lips with his tongue. He had a natural smell. It was how she would describe heat, intense and smoldering. She craved every part of him. She tugged on his tongue, sucking as if it were his cock. His hips grinded against her sex with her moans in perfect rhythm.
“Shit,” she muttered. “Please.”
“Please what?” he asked moving his mouth down her neck and to her chest, teasing her with the light touch of his hot tongue.
“I wanna feel you in me.” Baby tried to speak through the tortured moans.
Lucky snickered, cupping her full breast, and taking her firm nipple between his teeth, painstaking and slow.
Baby pressed herself into the bed, her hypersensitive body craving his consuming touch. She balled up the sheet in her fists, rolling her hips.
“You’re impatient, my green-eyed vixen. All good things come to those who wait.”
“Dammit,” she cried out.
Swirling his tongue around her taut nipple, Lucky moved one hand to Baby Jade’s shorts. He pulled the thin leather strap on the corset-style front and unlaced each loop with his index finger. Sucking one last time, he pulled the nub with his teeth, causing Baby to whimper.
He slipped both hands under the tight black leather, gripping her ass cheeks, allowing his fingers to knead her flesh. She lifted her hips to give him better access, and he guided them down over her toned legs and past her feet. Lucky held Baby’s right leg in the air, dragging his lips along the inside of her thigh. He placed both legs over his shoulders and gripped her ass with both hands, pulling her toward his face.
Baby’s body begged him to take her with his mouth as her sex throbbed. She felt the heat from his breath on her clit as he planted soft kisses along her cleft. The waiting was too much. With both legs now over his shoulders, Lucky took his finger and ran it along her slick folds.
“You’re wet,” he said. She groaned under his breath. “You have no idea how fucking hot that is.”
His fingers continued to explore, skimming past her clit. As Lucky’s index finger found her moist opening, he plunged it in, delving back and forth. Baby’s body met him with every thrust. He sank in a middle finger, thrusting harder until she was on the brink of orgasm before he retreated.
“Why are you stopping?” she gasped.
Lucky lifted himself to meet her gaze. “Oh, Baby. I’m only getting started.” His head disappeared again and her body quivered under the first swipe of his tongue. He dipped in and out of her slit before circling her hard clit. One rough and calloused hand settled on her flat tummy and the other fingering her pussy. He worked his tongue as her body writhed under his touch.
Her breathing fell into a rhythmic pattern. The panting flooded her ears and she was close.
“Shit. Shit, Lucky.” The more she shouted, the more relentless he was. Flicking his tongue on her clit and finding the perfect pace with his finger work.
“I’m gonna come. Shit! Please, please, please!” she screamed, running both hands through his hair as her body convulsed and fell apart under his mouth. He gently licked her until her trembling ceased, softly kissing her from her clit up her belly, paying special attention to both breasts before finding her mouth. She tasted herself on him and it made her juices flow between her thighs.
“Fuck you taste good. I can’t get enough of you.”
Baby threw her arms around his neck, consuming his mouth with hers. She didn’t want to come up for air. Through the small breaths that their bodies insisted on taking, Baby panted, “I want you to fuck me.”
Lucky scrambled off the bed, and Baby propped herself up on her elbows. He pulled the chain wallet from his back pocket and removed a gold foil package. She watched as he popped the button and unzipped his jeans, letting them fall to the floor, freeing his hard erection. Baby sucked in
a deep breath at the sight of big cock.
With what seemed like one swift move, Lucky had ripped open the packet and rolled the condom onto his cock. The man was perfection. The room smelled like hot carnal sex. She watched as he prowled toward her onto the bed. He pushed Baby’s legs open wide. He held his cock in one hand and guided it to her moist entrance.
“You feel ready.”
Her only response came in the form of her tilting her hips, begging him to take her.
He ran his tip over her pulsating opening, circling, making her body writhe in anticipation. Baby Jade pleaded with her eyes, pouting. Finally, showing mercy, Lucky glided into her. Filling her with his length. Baby gasped for air and drove her nails into his ass, begging for more.
“Shit. You feel good.” Lucky buried himself in her neck. He started slow, rolling his hips in perfect unison with hers.
“Harder,” she moaned.
Throwing her leg over his shoulder, Lucky edged himself up on his knees allowing him to go deeper. Baby cried out, “Ahhhh.” She placed her palms against the wall to push her pelvis up toward him. Lucky snaked his arms around both her legs and pounded his body against hers, every thrust taking her to the edge. Her breasts bouncing with force. She was close to her second orgasm.
The humming sensation from her pussy shot through her body. Her lips went numb and her abs clenched as the orgasm shook through her body. Her sex tightened around his swollen cock as Lucky shoved into her one last time before his own body bowed. His back arched and he tossed his head backwards. He finally let out the breath he had been holding before collapsing on top of her.
Lucky rolled off Baby and onto his side. The room was silent other than their winded breathing. Her hypersensitive body tingled from one end to the other.
“Is there anything about you that’s not absolutely perfect?” Lucky asked in a low voice, still taking quick breaths.
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