Page 75 of Lucky's Trouble

“Christ, Tinleigh. Just listen this once without arguing.” It comes out harsh, but with the way I’m feeling, I just need to be inside her.

Her face falls. “What’s wrong?”

“Does something need to be wrong for me to want to fuck you?”

“No, but—“

“I had a shit day, okay? Just wanna be alone with you for a while.”

“Okay.” She walks over to the ladder, glancing over her shoulder and frowning before she climbs.

I run a hand through my hair, pacing as I try to calm myself. She’s fine. She was always fine. But it doesn’t matter how much I try to convince myself I’m overreacting; I still feel out of control and pissed.

Neal did this. He’s turned me into this person. It’s just another reason to hate that motherfucker.

After a few calming breaths, I climb up and find her sitting on the edge of the bed, her arms wrapped around her middle. Shit. I upset her. Of course I fucking did. I’m acting like a goddamn lunatic.

“Lucky, if I did something—”

“Swear to God, this has nothin’ to do with you.”

“Okay. Tell me what you want.”

“I want your clothes off. Then I wanna fuck you hard and fast until you’re screaming my name,” I say, circling her like prey.

With pursed lips and a tightly drawn-together brow, she pushes her jeans to the ground, stopping me in my tracks. I can’t imagine any piece of lingerie is sexier than this. Her gray cropped tee stops just below her tits, and her panties are V-cut, pointing like an arrow straight to her cunt. Her hair is mussed, and she doesn’t have a stitch of makeup on today, which only emphasizes the deer-in-headlights expression on her face.

When she pulls off her shirt, I decide I want to do the rest. My finger skims from her neck to her unlined lace bra, and I trace the edge of it, watching as goosebumps dot her skin and her nipples pucker. I love that she reacts to me this way.

“You’re so beautiful,” I say, reaching behind her back and unclasping her bra with one hand before pushing the straps off her shoulders and down her arms, letting it fall at our feet.

She stands on shaky legs as I cup her breasts, running my thumbs over the stiff peaks. I pinch each nipple between the crook of my thumb and first finger while palming the fleshy part.

“Tell me if it’s more than you want or more than you can handle.”

“I will.” Her words come out breathy.

I release her and kneel to lower her panties, exposing her pussy. The scent of her arousal fills my nostrils and makes my mouth water.

“Hands behind your back.” I use her panties to bind her wrists together behind her back. Gripping her by the waist, I push her forward until her thighs meet the mattress and kick her legs apart. With a hand on her back, I give her a slight shove. Without her hands to stop her, she falls forward onto the bed.

“Lucky,” she moans.

“What? Feeling a little helpless and exposed?” I cup her sex, pushing through her slick outer lips. “Do you like this game?” When she doesn’t answer, I pull away and slap her ass, groaning when it bounces from the strike. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” she hisses.

“Good.” I slap the other side.

“Why’d you do that? I answered.”

I admire my handiwork. “Just wanted them to match. Now they both have my handprint on ’em.”

Kneeling behind her, I cup her cheeks and spread her wide, exposing every inch of her. Her pussy glistens with arousal, and her puckered hole winks at me. I’ve yet to explore that forbidden part of her, but that changes now. I dive in, face first, taking a long and languid lick from hole to hole.

She gasps. “Lucky.”

“You think there are parts of you that don’t belong to me?” I chuckle.

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