Page 121 of Lucky's Trouble

“How am I supposed to go back to work when you fucked me boneless?” I retort.

Her chest vibrates with laughter. “Not my problem. I can lounge around and nap for the rest of the day.”

She’s teasing, but I know it bothers her not to be working. She said she’d give me time, and she has. Every member of this club has asked around about a rumor that someone’s pissed that Neal was killed, but there’s no one, not even the distant relatives Satyr dug up. There are only two people with a vendetta against this club right now, and they’re both sitting behind bars on murder charges and have no friends.

I have no reason to think Tinleigh’s in danger, yet each time I think about her going out into the world, my chest tightens painfully. Still, she and I both know it’s time to ease up.

“Did you call around to some beauty schools?” I ask, already resigned to the fact that I’m not rushing back to work.

“Yeah. I’m interested in one or two. I just need to work for a little bit first.”

“Why?”

“Because when you go to school, they require you to pay for it.”

“I already told you I would.” If she knew how much money I had, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. I’ve saved nearly half of every paycheck I’ve earned at the Garage because the only thing I’m materialistic about is my bike. I’m also a part-owner of the Honey Pot, which is bringing in more cash than we know what to do with.

Maybe not that much, but it’s a lot. My bank account is fat, and paying for her schooling wouldn’t even scratch the surface.

“That’s not why I’m with you.”

“You think I don’t know that? When you agreed to be mine, the only thing you knew about me was that I was a biker and that I lived here. If you were looking for a sugar daddy, you wouldn’t have stuck around.”

“I’m still not looking for a sugar daddy or even a biker daddy.”

“Know that too.” I rub circles on her back. “But you let me buy you nipple clamps and an exact replica of my cock. How’s this not more important?”

She laughs. “There’s also a clit clamp attachment, and I impulse bought a pair of padded cuffs.”

I groan. “Don’t say things like that. Cy’ll have my balls between a pair of real clamps if I don’t get back to work.”

“Besides, you didn’t know you were buying those things. I stole your credit card.”

“Okay, well, then steal my bank card or my checkbook and pay for your hair school.” Lowly, I add, “Your name’s on the account anyway.”

She sits up, the movement making my cock still inside of her stir to life. “Say what now?”

“Don’t make it a big deal. If something ever happened to me, I wanted to make sure you’re taken care of. I’m having a will drafted, too, but it’s taking forever. Just putting your name on my account seemed like an easier fix.”

“You’re not making this better.”

“Then pretend you don’t know about it.” I ease her off me, knowing I still have to take a shower. I’d get so much shit if I showed back up to work smelling of sex. I throw my legs over the side of the ladder. “But also, there’s a bank card and checkbook with your name on them in the top kitchen drawer, so you don’t have to steal mine.”

I narrowly avoid the pillow she chucks at my head. “Get back here. You can’t leave in the middle of a fight.”

“Baby, you’re the only one fighting!” I shout as I walk through the living room and kitchen, grinning as another pillow is tossed at me.

After the fastest shower of my life, I step onto the bathmat and startle when I see Tinleigh sitting on the vanity.

“I don’t have time for you to beautify me again. I was supposed to be back at work twenty minutes ago.”

“That’s not why I’m in here.” Her face has my least favorite expression—the one that tells me she’s nervous.

“What’s wrong?”

“Why haven’t you said it?”

I place my hands on her thighs. “Said what?”

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