Page 128 of Lucky's Trouble

The sun is cresting in the sky when I finally pull into the Sons’ parking lot. My teeth are chattering, my fists frozen around my handlebars, but nothing can stop me from being where I need to be.

The cabin is quiet and warm when I walk through the door and strip all my layers off. Naked as the day I was born, I climb the ladder and find my woman sound asleep. She didn’t flip the windows to opaque before she fell asleep, so the sun is shining down on her peaceful form. It’s not surprising; she loves that the stars are the last thing she sees before closing her eyes each night.

I climb into bed behind her, the urge to be skin-to-skin with her overwhelming me. The second my cold body cradles her warm one, she jumps and screams. I cover her mouth, holding her in place as I whisper into her ear, “Put the claws away. It’s me, Hellcat.”

She settles, and I pull my hand away. “You’re fucking freezing.”

“I know.” I curl around her, slipping my hands under her tank top and cupping her breasts, inhaling her pine scent because she listened when I told her I like it when she smells like me. “I couldn’t wait to get home to you.”

“I’m glad. I missed you so much.”

“Same, baby,” I say, raining open-mouthed kisses over her neck and shoulder. “Need you.”

“Yes,” she breathes out.

With that one word, she helps me shove her sleep shorts down past her ass, and I take her in this position. Even though only a minute has passed since I got into bed with her, her cunt is wet and needy for me, just like it always is and always will be.

The road name Lucky was given to me after I was pulled over carrying a shipment of spice and two illegal guns. I was young and stupid and thought my newly acquired colors meant I was untouchable. There was no reason for that cop not to search me. Matter of fact, he was radioing in backup to do just that when he got a call more pressing than a punk on a bike. He shouted for me to slow down as he jumped into his squad car and sped away.

Even knowing how fucking lucky I was that day, it doesn’t even compare to this moment. I rock in and out of her slowly, the sound of her panting filling the air, and know I’m the luckiest man in the fucking world.

I dare anyone to convince me otherwise.

THE END

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