Page 56 of Lucky's Trouble

“Not about the babies, but we can talk about that later,” I tease.

Once again, I’m being flipped on my back, the weight of his body pinning me down. “Oh, there will be babies. Lots of them. Matter of fact, if we’re going to get that right, we should start practicing.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

LUCKY

I pop the button of my jeans before dipping down to kiss the shit out of her while I try and get my mind straight.

What the hell am I doing? And what the hell kind of speech did I just make? Fuck, did I just tell her I want babies?

The uncontrollable urge to possess this woman has things flying out of my mouth that I never thought I’d ever even think, let alone say to someone. She’s got me all kinds of fucked up, and I’m thanking my lucky stars she didn’t bolt out of the cabin, scared that some biker she’s only just met licked blood off her face and is trying to knock her up.

I don’t regret it though. Not one word. Because as crazy as it all sounds, I meant it. It’s not love at first sight; I don’t believe in that. But it’s something, and whatever it is, I can’t control it. And more than that, I don’t fucking want to.

Her lips part, and this time, it’s her tongue sliding in to dance with mine. The fact that she’s still here proves she’s just as nutty as I am, but at least she has enough smarts to have doubts. I saw them written in her eyes. She’s going along with this, but she doesn’t trust me enough to believe my words.

I’m not a patient man, but I am a determined one, so I’ll do whatever it takes to prove I’m not fucking around.

My cock throbs, pressing painfully against the zipper of my jeans as I nip and suck on her sweet lips, hungry to taste every inch of her. Unfortunately, this couch doesn’t allow us much room to do anything. I need her in my bed where I can spread her out properly and take the first steps in convincing her I’m a safe bet.

Time to get her back in my bed, this time with me in there, too.

I pry myself off her and pull her up. Patting the back of my shoulder, I turn and crouch low. “Hop on.”

“What?” She giggles.

“Hop the fuck on.”

“Oh my God.” She stands on the couch and climbs onto my back. “You can’t take me up like this.”

“The hell I can’t.” I walk over to the ladder and grab the metal rungs. “Hang on tight.”

Her thighs squeeze tighter around me, and her hold around my neck strengthens. She’s light, and I’m a big boy, so it’s not a difficult feat to climb up to the platform and march us over to the bed. Turning around, I help her off before facing her again.

Even with a softball-sized bruise on her forehead, a split lip, and demons in her eyes, she’s still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Her strength shines through in everything she does, even when she’s breaking down, because it takes guts to show your vulnerability.

All that said, I can’t take my eyes off the way her fat tits spill over the top of her bra and how her hips flare out to accommodate her dump truck of an ass. Respectfully, of course, I want to do things to her that are illegal in twenty-seven states.

There’ll be time for us to explore and learn all the many ways we can get each other off, but now’s not it. I need to be inside her, and I need it right the fuck now.

Standing on the bed, she’s at the perfect height for me to unclasp her bra, tug it off, and bury my face in those glorious tits. She’s soft, so fuckin’ soft, and smells like my spice and pine soap.

“You used my soap,” I say around a handful of tit.

“Sorry, I forgot to bring my body wash.” She pulls the elastic from my hair, releasing it. Her hands comb through as I pinch down on her nipple.

“Don’t ever stop. I like you smelling like me.”

“Okay, caveman,” she sasses but is cut short when I suck a nipple into my mouth, taking long draws. “Oh, fuck.”

I move to the other side, loving the way her fingernails scratch along my scalp as I show this one the same attention as the other. But it’s still not enough. I need more. Pulling away, I unzip my jeans and push them down.

“Holy shit,” she says when my cock bobs free. “You don’t wear underwear.”

“Good observation.” I smirk.

“And you’re pierced.”

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