Page 118 of Lucky's Trouble

“Tinny, I told you, I don’t need any of the club’s pity money.” She opens her purse.

“I swear to God, if you don’t take that money, I’ll make your life a living hell,” I say, using my big-sister voice. It doesn’t matter that I’m only older by a few minutes; I’ve always filled that role in her life.

“Fine.” She closes her bag. “Happy?”

“Elated.” I beam over at her.

Lucky has been trying to pass off that check for days now. After she decided she wouldn’t be able to return to the Honey Pot, the club took up a collection to get her by until she figured out what she wanted. Turns out bikers are very generous. If she’s careful about how she spends it, she could take a whole year off if she wants to. I’ll let her figure that tidbit out later when she’s back home, far away from me.

A knock has her setting her bag back down. “It’s just Judge coming to carry my bags to my car.”

“I think the man has a crush,” I tease.

“Shh. He’ll hear you. And he definitely doesn’t. He’s married to God.”

I laugh. “He is not, and you know it.”

Dang, it feels good to be in a place where I can just enjoy my sister’s company. No more secrets, no more hiding, no more protecting her from things that bump in the night. After some time passes, I’m sure she’ll return to her previous self. Maybe not exactly her previous self, but a version closer than she is right now.

“Hey, you ready?” he asks after Myla opens the door.

“Yeah. Thanks for helping. Bones doesn’t want me lifting with this hand yet.” She holds up her splinted wrist.

“Hey, Tinleigh. Sugar told me to bring you this package.” He sets the cardboard box on the coffee table.

“Thanks.”

Judge loads himself up with the insane amount shit Myla accumulated while she was here as I stand and give her a huge hug.

“Call me any time for anything at all.”

“It’s not like I’m moving across the country. Besides, I’ll be back tonight for dinner. Sugar’s making those little salmon tinfoil pocket things, and there’s no way I’m missing out on that.”

Once they’re gone, I dive for the box Judge brought, knowing exactly what it is. This surprise took a lot of work to achieve. A couple weeks ago, I had to convince Myla to stay late at the clubhouse to have a few drinks with the guys, then perform an elaborate hoax on Lucky, and steal his credit card to pay for it.

As I carefully open the box, I smile and think of everything I went through to get this. Once it’s out of the box and in my hand, I squeal at how perfect it is. My original plan was to wait until tonight, but that flies out the window when I inspect it, and my panties grow damp.

I grab my phone and dash over to the ladder, climbing up and quickly ripping off my clothes, leaving them in a pile. With the brand new iPhone Lucky surprised me with a couple weeks ago, I take a series of pictures until I capture the perfect one and send it off with the message, “We’re officially empty-nesters.”

He replies within seconds, assuring me, in no uncertain terms, that he’ll be home in five minutes and not to get started without him. I wait patiently for all of two minutes before my throbbing clit convinces me that attaching the pretty new nipple clips I also ordered with Lucky’s stolen credit card isn’t getting started without him.

I dig a small box out of my underwear and pull out the set. I went with a dainty style that looks like jewelry. Two small, white tweezer-looking things are connected by a gold chain that, when attached, hangs between my breasts. There’s also a supplemental chain attachment that hangs down my stomach and clips onto my clit, but I’m a beginner at this, so I tuck that away for another time.

Plucking at one of my nipples, I get it nice and hard before capturing it between the rubber tips of the clips and moving the little tightener thing up until I feel the pinch. It doesn’t hurt, and a zing of arousal shoots me as I move on to the next one. Once they’re secure, I give the chain a tug, happy with my purchase as the sensation sends tingles straight to my pussy.

I can’t say many good things about my little stint at Jeremiah’s house of horrors, but it did open my eyes to a lot of things I had no clue existed. Some of them I would never allow near my body, but some sparked an interest, and I knew with the right partner, they could be fun.

The studded paddle can fuck right off to hell forever, along with that mouth hook thing, but I want to explore these nipple clamps or the set of padded cuffs I also impulse-purchased.

Lucky has no idea about any of this, and I’m hoping he’ll understand instead of calling Danielle and setting up an emergency appointment. That would really put a damper on my plans.

Hearing the tale-tell sound of the code being typed into the lock, I hurry and take my place on the bed. Lying on my back, I drop my knees to the side and pick up the surprise, pressing the on button and waiting.

“You better be naked,” he calls out as he ascends the ladder. “Cy said I have twenty minutes. Any longer than that and he’ll fire my ass. We both know he won’t, but I’d rather not piss him off—” He doesn’t make it to the landing before he’s frozen in place.

“Are you going to let Lucky Jr. have all the fun, or are you going to join me?” I ask.

“When did you get a dildo?” He steps into the loft, his gaze fixed on the buzzing purple toy between my legs. I haven’t pushed it inside me yet; I want him to see what I did first.

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