Lucky (No Prisoners MC Book 4)

by Lilly Atlas

  “You’re going to have to find a way to do this now, because I’m not leaving.”

  He straightened and lifted the bourbon to his mouth. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught her movements and the bottle froze at his lips. A groan rumbled low in his stomach as he lowered the bottle. “What the hell are you doing?” It was supposed to come out harsh, but it just sounded tortured.

  Kori had shed her pants and was pulling her top over her head. What was left was a lacy red bra and panty set that no man could remain soft around. Sure enough, his cock jutted up between his legs, knocking into the bottle of booze.

  She didn’t answer, but stared at him as she reached behind her back and unclasped the sinful bra. As the straps slid down her arms, exposing her two perfect tits, he couldn’t tear his gaze away. Her tight, plump nipples had his full attention.

  Heat swamped him and his mouth dried up. He drank some bourbon, not tasting it this time, just to give his mouth enough moisture to form words. “Don’t,” he whispered as she hooked her thumbs in the side of those itty-bitty panties.

  She ignored him once again and shimmied her hips side to side as she worked the delicate material down her legs. After she stepped out of them, she dangled the red lace from one finger. “Wet,” she said, a sly grin on her face.

  “Christ, Kori.” He groaned and his dick twitched. She needed to go. He needed to make her go. If she kept this up, he’d lose the battle and take her. All night long. Until neither of them had enough energy to leave the bed. He was just that selfish.

  She sauntered toward him, smooth, silky skin rippling as she walked. Lucky tried to swallow, but the muscles controlling his throat wouldn’t respond. When she reached him, she removed the bottle from his hands and set it on the floor. Widening her stance, she continued forward until she straddled him.

  Her tits swayed at face level and Lucky ground his teeth together so hard they should have cracked. Kori wasn’t having it though. She cupped a breast and brushed the nipple across the seam of his lips. Like a programmed robot, his tongue shot out and swirled around the rigid point.

  Kori moaned and eased into his lap, her arms and legs coming around to lock behind his back. Lucky’s eyes drifted closed and he lost the battle to remain detached. His arms crossed behind her back, engulfing her into his embrace. Nothing in this world felt as right at Kori in his arms.

  She buried her face in the crook of his neck and clung to him with surprising strength. Every available inch of her skin that could be on him was. It was like she couldn’t bear to have any part of herself separated from him.

  They stayed like that for a while, glued together, absorbing one another. She was right. She was wet, soaked, and her arousal bathed his iron-hard erection where it nestled between her legs.

  He kissed her shoulder, her neck, the line of her jaw.

  “Baby,” she whispered against his ear, so low it was almost a moan.

  He slid one hand into her thick hair and pulled her head back until their lips were a breath apart. “I never slept with him,” she whispered against his mouth. “He never saw me like this.”

  A bit of the tightness in his chest eased, replaced by hope. Was it true? Could it possibly be true?

  “I can’t bear you thinking that I wanted him in any way. I couldn’t have done it. The thought of it made me physically ill. Her throat rose and fell with the force of a hard swallow. “I can’t say he didn’t touch me at all, but it never went too far. It just wasn’t possible. I need you to know that.”

  “You don’t have to tell me. I don’t have the right to know.” But damned if he wasn’t glad to hear it. Her words were like food to a starving man.

  Savage would have been angry that she avoided his advances. He’d have made her pay. But they didn’t need to talk about that now.

  “You have every right,” she said.

  She was so generous, so trusting, so forgiving. He vowed in that moment to earn her full forgiveness and keep her safe from any future harm.

  Even if that meant killing her father.

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  “Why did you do it?” Lucky whispered against her ear. “Why didn’t you tell Rebel and Savage to go fuck themselves and leave me to handle my own shit?”

  She drew back and stared at him, unable to keep the shock off her face. “How could I have done that? They took over every aspect of my life. I had no phone, no car, no identification except for the one day I needed it to start work. Someone had eyes on me at all times. I was trapped and escaped the first chance I had.”

  His expression was serious, troubled, but not angry. It was as though he accepted what happened, but he needed to put a reason behind it to find some peace. She could give him that.

  “I know there wasn’t anything you could have done. They’d have come after us with everything. You’ve had weeks to think about all this. I’ve only had minutes and my mind is trying to find any way I could have kept you safe from this. You were mine. Mine to take care of, mine to protect.” His fingertips stroked up and down her back as he spoke.

  Echoes of what the girls told her a while ago rang in her ears. Protecting family, protecting their women is everything to them. And he feels he failed to protect you.

  “Lucky, I’m not some helpless female who needs a big man to protect me.”

  “That’s not what this is about. It’s not about some grander ideal. It’s about you and me and who I am. You grew up in an MC, you know how fast things can go from shiny to shit. I need to know you’re safe and protected and that I’m the one who makes it that way. For me. Not for all cavemen everywhere, just for me.”

  “I’m not sure I can give you exactly what you want to hear. You want me to tell you if I’m ever in an impossible situation like that again that I’d walk away knowing you could be hurt. Knowing I could be putting you in severe danger.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I can’t make that promise.”

  His brows drew down and she smoothed a hand over the lines in his forehead. “Why not? Because you feel like you’d be weak?”

  “No. It has nothing to do with that, like you said. It’s because I love you, Lucky. And that means I can’t stand the thought of any kind of harm coming to you.”

  His blue eyes widened and she rubbed her cheek against the soft hair of his goatee.

  “Here’s what I can give you. My trust, my devotion, my loyalty. I hear what you are saying about your need to protect me and keep me safe and I will do anything you say in that regard. I’ll do what you need me to do so you feel secure. I won’t go looking for trouble, I won’t put myself in a dangerous situation, and if a worst-case scenario ever happens again, I will do everything in my power to communicate with you and avoid putting myself at risk. But if I feel there’s only one option to save your life, I will take it, whether you like it or not.”

  He studied her in silence and she gave him the time to process her words.

  “It’s a start,” he said with a smirk and she sagged in relief. She playfully bit his shoulder and he laughed. When she looked at him again he was smiling. The crooked smile. The real smile. Her heart soared.

  His arms came around her in a tight hold as she snuggled into his chest. “Thank you,” he said.

  “For what?”

  “For being so fucking incredible. For understanding I’m not just a controlling jerk and giving me what I need to feel you’re safe. And even though I may spank that ass for it, thank you for caring enough to sacrifice your happiness to save my life. I think you’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.”

  “Lucky…” She wouldn’t cry. Now was the time for healing, not crying.

  “Do it again, though, and I definitely will tan that ass. You hear me?”

  “Yes, sir,” she said around a laugh, moving her body in a way that reminded them both of their intimate position.

  They fell quiet and the air grew thick with longing and desire once again.

  He hadn’t repeated the words of love, but for now it
was enough. For now, knowing he wanted her as much as she wanted him was more than enough.

  But would it be enough if time passed and she fell deeper and deeper?

  He’d spoken loving words of forgiveness and admiration. And he wasn’t shy about his continued physical desire for her, but despite his claim to understand why she left him, what if she’d killed his ability to love her back?

  That was enough talking. If she’d wanted to talk all night she should have kept her clothes on and her pussy away from his dick. Lucky couldn’t keep his mouth off her any longer. Tightening his hand in her hair until he had full control over her head, he took her mouth. The kiss was deliciously slow and controlled, but hard and devouring.

  She had no choice but to accept what he gave her and that’s exactly how he wanted it. He needed to show her he had her, he’d take care of her, give her the pleasure her body was begging for, and keep her safe.

  She moaned into his mouth and consumed him in return. His heart swelled at her easy acceptance of him, of his dominance, of his need. Their bodies craved each other, but this was so much more. This was the hope that they still had a chance.

  He tugged on her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her throat when she started to rock her hips along his throbbing length. With his lips, tongue, and teeth, he attacked her bared neck.

  “Please, Lucky.”

  “What do you need, baby?” He nipped along her collar bone and she shuddered, the action grinding her against him. His eyes nearly crossed. It wouldn’t be long before he had to end the game and fuck her.

  “More of your mouth. Suck me.” She sounded breathless, needy.

  “Fuck yeah,” he said as he pulled her head back further, arching her back and giving him access to her tits.

  When his mouth closed over one pointed tip, he sucked hard and she cried out in abandon. He was completely enraptured with the picture she made. Head back, mouth open, lips swollen from his kiss.

  They’d had rough, fast, hard, and frenzied.

  And they’d had slow, gentle, tender.

  This was somewhere in between. His lips were hard and controlling on her mouth, her neck, her breast, but there was a tenderness, too. The pace was slow, almost lazy, but the intent deep, dark, and desperate. He owned her in this moment. Kori was caught somewhere between a blinding need for release and a slow build up to ecstasy.

  He switched to her other breast and the need for him to fuck her grew unbearable. “Lucky,” she cried out. “More, more.” Juices dripped from her, coating his shaft and driving them both insane as she slid along his length.

  “Enough!” He released her breast and her hair at the same time and she almost fell back. “I need inside you.” The commanding rasp of his voice sent shivers down her spine to her clit.

  Strong fingers gripped her hips and lifted her a few inches off his lap. Enough to line up the head of his cock with her weeping pussy. Their eyes locked and they both groaned as he drew her fully back into his lap.

  She could barely breathe. Fully impaled on his length, she was so full, so stretched, so…in love.

  “You are so fucking hot, angel.”

  She smiled. “I love when you call me that.”

  “Good, because I’m going to say it a lot.”

  She had the urge to move, to lose control and let her body take over, but Lucky held her captive so all she could do was grind down on him. With her internal muscles, she clenched him again and again while rocking her hips back and forth and grinding her clit into the base of his pubic bone.

  She loved the feeling of Lucky slamming into her over and over as he drove her toward the finish line, but this was intoxicating as well. There was an extreme closeness and intimacy to their position. Their bodies were fully entwined, eyes locked, breath mingling.

  “That’s it, baby,” he said. “Make yourself feel good. Work that little clit on me and squeeze my cock with that sweet pussy.”

  His words were as effective as a physical stroke in driving her higher. Heat radiated from both of them. It was a wonder they didn’t set the room ablaze.

  Lucky banded one arm around her lower back, anchoring her torso with his while the other hand stroked up her body and tangled in her hair once again. “Eyes on me,” he growled as he claimed her mouth in a kiss that made the room whirl.

  The closer she got to coming, the harder it was to keep her eyes opened, but she kept her gaze on his while he devoured her mouth and stroked into her with tiny thrusts of his hips.

  She began to tremble in his arms.

  Lucky broke the kiss. “Give it to me, baby.”

  It was all she needed to fly off the face of the earth. She buried her face against his neck and held him with everything she had. Her arms, her legs, her internal muscles, all clamped around him as though afraid he’d disappear after the raging waters calmed.

  “Fuck!” He followed her, holding her just as tight while riding out his own storm. They stayed entwined, bodies cooling, muscles with the occasional quiver until she’d almost drifted off. Inside her body, he softened until he nearly slid out. They were wet and sticky, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was being back in his arms.

  “Come on, woman,” he said as he lay back on the bed, taking her with him. “Let’s get some sleep. We can both use it.”

  She allowed herself to be drawn into the warmth and safety of his strong embrace. For the first time in weeks, she felt relaxed, protected, and sheltered. She’d do everything in her power to keep the sensation forever.

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  A week later, Kori sat astride Lucky’s bike waiting for him while he finalized some last-minute details with the club. The group of ten bikers plus her were due to roll out in the next few minutes.

  Much of the preceding week had been spent going over details of Savage and Rebel’s lives with Jester, Striker, and Lucky. They’d grilled her mercilessly and for hours, day after day, on exactly where the drugs were, what the inside of the shed looked like, how often Rebel seemed to go in there. Some questions she answered with confidence and certainty, while others she could barely speak to.

  Her brain swirled with memories and at some point, began to play tricks on her. Doubt seeped into her mind. Had she seen four or five stacks of drugs? Had Rebel or Savage mentioned where they came from? So much of the remembrances from that day were emotional, traumatic, gut-wrenching reactions that clouded her ability to recall anything with logic and objectivity.

  The men had seemed satisfied, though, and praised her continually for her recall of detail and willingness to help. Lucky had remained quiet during her questioning, having undergone a similar interrogation himself with regards to his investigation. Every now and again the weight of his stare would become tangible and she’d glance over to find his hot gaze full of respect, pride, and white-hot lust.

  Each night—and most mornings—Lucky made the mentally grueling pace of the week’s activities worth it with hours and hours of physical pleasure so great her body still hummed hours later. He was insatiable, and their sex was even hotter and more intense than it had been prior to her leaving Vegas. Something which, at the time, she hadn’t thought it possible.

  He was a vocal lover, whispering filthy words and desires in her ear that had her drenched for him before he’d even laid a hand on her. Once he did get to touching her, the fireworks were spectacular. Then he’d always follow up with the most tender and caring words she’d ever heard. He thought she was amazing, brave, strong. He admired her courage, her willingness to help his family in any way possible. He thought she was beautiful, smart, compassionate.

  But still, he didn’t say the three words she longed to hear and her heart was beginning to lose hope. How long could she stay with a man she loved with her whole being if he couldn’t return the sentiment? Was physical desire and a deep admiration enough? Or would the unrequited love eventually eat away at her soul?

  “Ready to roll, angel?”

  Kori jumped. She’d be
en so lost in her own world, she hadn’t noticed Lucky approach.

  “You okay, baby?” he asked with a frown.

  Baby. Angel. He was back to using the endearment and nickname almost exclusively and she wasn’t sure which she liked more. Most of the other guys had picked up the handle and now referred to her as angel, but it didn’t pack nearly the punch as when Lucky did. “I’m great. And yes, ready to go.”

  The frown stayed in place and was now accompanied by muscular arms crossed over his chest and a raised eyebrow. Damn the perceptive man.

  She rolled her eyes. “Okay, I’m a little on edge. Just nerves. I’ll be fine once we get going.” Apparently, the smile she gave him wasn’t as convincing as she thought it was.

  He stepped forward and cupped her face between his large hands. “You know I’m not going to let him get near you, right? Nothing is going to happen to you.”

  The others milled around, loading their bikes, kissing their ol’ ladies goodbye, reviewing last minute plan specifics. But all of that faded into the background as she concentrated on Lucky.

  “I’m not worried about me.” Seriously, did he not see how important he and his club had become to her over the past few weeks? “I’m worried about Striker and Jester and the others. Did you know Jester’s girlfriend is pregnant? What if something happens to him? What would she do?” She’d tried so hard to hide her stress from Lucky, but with one tender touch, her walls came crumbling down.

  “Oh, baby, I wish I’d known you were this anxious.” He captured her mouth in a soft, but thorough kiss. “I love that you care so much for my brothers and their women, but everyone will be fine.”

  There it was. Love. But not directed at her. At least he knew the word.

  “What do you think this whole week has been about? The hours of questioning and developing plans A through F? That was about being prepared. Keeping everyone’s ass safe and making sure we all travel home together and whole. Nothing is going to happen. You hear me?” His voice was strong, sure, confident and it went a long way toward assuaging her fears.