Page 70 of Lucky's Trouble

“Guilty.” Jenson lifts a hand. “Come by next time you see me. We can have a cup of coffee and talk shit about these guys.”

“I will.” Tinleigh beams.

Golden joins our table, his little boy in toe. I introduce Tinleigh to Golden while his kid runs around the table, giving everyone a hug. When he comes to Tinleigh, he stops short.

“Who are you?”

“My name’s Tinleigh. Who are you?”

“My name’s Tyson, but everyone calls me Ty.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Ty.”

His little head cocks to the side. “Who are you with?”

“She’s with me, little man,” I say, ruffling his hair.

“Ty, come sit down and eat.” Golden holds his chair out.

“Okay.” He skips back around the table.

“He’s adorable,” Tinleigh says to Golden.

“He’s a pain in my ass,” he replies but looks down at Tyson with pride.

“You said ass,” the kid accuses.

“So did you,” Golden points out. “Now eat.”

With introductions out of the way and our table full, everyone dives in, chatting comfortably through the meal. I’m relieved when Tinleigh hits it off with Navy and Jenson. While I hope I’m enough to make her want to stick around, knowing she’s making friends here will only solidify her place in my life.

That’s the goal, anyway.

CHAPTER TWENTY

TINLEIGH

After a long day, I’m happy when Lucky and I get back to his cabin. We brush our teeth side-by-side, and he stays to talk with me as I wash the makeup off my face. Once that’s done, we climb up the ladder to head to bed.

He watches as I strip off my clothes, his gaze turning hungry.

“Don’t look at me like that,” I say, slipping on a tank top.

“Like what?”

“You know nothing can happen.” I climb under the covers, still awed by the view of the stars from here, but my attention shifts when Lucky takes off his shirt and pops the button on his jeans. My lips part, knowing what’s next because the man likes to go commando. The only time I’ve seen him in underwear is when he throws them on to walk around the house.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He mocks me with my earlier words.

He pushes his jeans down, revealing his big, beautiful cock that’s already semi-hard. My core clenches involuntarily. How am I going to make it three whole days? The answer is I’m not. Well, technically, I won’t have sex, but that leaves so many other things to do.

“When Myla told me you were freaky, what did she mean?” I ask, pushing off the covers and crawling to his side of the bed.

“I don’t fuckin’ know.”

“Tell me.”

“She probably just meant that nothing is really off the table with me.”

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