Page 59 of Lucky's Trouble

She curses as a gush of warmth soaks my balls, and she picks up speed. Her face screws up, her eyes squeeze shut. I pinch down harder, giving her nipple a little tug. She comes hard, choking the life out of my cock. Tingles spread up my spine, alerting me to my own impending orgasm.

Once I feel the telltale pussy spasms, I grip her hips and move her to my own rhythm. She catches on, helping me get there. As I thrust up, she comes down, giving me the perfect amount of friction. My balls draw up tight as I watch her tits bounce up and down. I grit my teeth, the pleasure spreading through my body until—

“Fuck!” I roar, spurting into the condom but picturing my cum coating her insides in my head.

I push her hips down, holding her there as I pulse out the rest of my release. Fucking hell, that felt so good, better than any orgasm I’ve ever had before, and I know it’s because of her.

She collapses at my side, panting and exhausted. I quickly take care of the condom before drawing the covers up over us both and pulling her into me. Resting her head on my shoulder, her fingers weave into my chest hair, and I rest my hand on her bare ass.

This would normally be the time I’d climb out of bed and get dressed to leave, but so much has changed. For one, we’re in my bed, somewhere I’ve never allowed another woman. There are spare rooms in the main house for that. For another, I don’t want this woman out of my sight, not for one second, especially now that I know what it feels like to be inside her.

This is going to get complicated.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

TINLEIGH

“Did you really get piercings so it would feel good for the person you’re sleeping with?” I ask.

“I’ve never slept with a woman before, but if you’re asking about fucking, then hell yeah, I did.”

I let out a small laugh. “You’re something else, Lucky.”

“You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it.” He gives my ass a little squeeze.

There’s no point in denying it. I used his body like a playground. Any self-consciousness I had flew out the freaking window when I realized what his bodily accessories could do for me.

“You know I did.” I scoot closer, draping my leg over his body. There’s a euphoria to this moment I want to soak in forever. It’s a new feeling for me; I wonder if he feels it, too or if this is just what he does.

I believe that he wants me; obviously, he does. But anything more that I’m not sure I trust. I think Lucky might have a bit of a savior complex, and once all this blows over and we’re met with boring day-to-day life, he’ll lose interest in me. There’s nothing wrong with that, and I’m thankful just to have had him in my life, no matter how fleeting the moment is.

He’s given me hope and forced me to remember why I left home in the first place. My yearning to live my life the way I want is back full force, and I’ll stop at nothing to achieve it.

“What’s the pirate theme all about?” I ask, tracing a finger along the octopus arm that wraps around his shoulder.

“When other people ask me, I tell them I got it just because it’s badass.”

“What about when I ask?”

He rests the hand that’s not gripping my ass on my arm draped across his chest. “That changes things. My future wife gets the truth.” He peers at me through his periphery, watching for a reaction.

“Okay, what truth do you have for your future wife?” There’s no harm in playing along, even though I know this man will break my heart someday. Hopefully soon because every second spent with him is another second I grow attached to the way he makes me feel.

“You met my family, so you know how they are.”

“Yeah, they’re amazing.”

“They are, but you can also probably guess at how much I didn’t fit in with them.”

I think back to his mostly strait-laced family. Sure, they’re open-minded and accepting, but their lifestyles couldn’t be more opposite of Lucky’s. I can definitely see how he might’ve felt like the black sheep.

“They love you,” I reassure him.

He hums his agreement. “They also don’t understand me. Never have. I always had too much energy and not enough of an attention span for their liking. When I was young, that meant I got yelled at a lot and was always in trouble. The happiest day of my mom’s life was when I started kindergarten, and she got a break.”

“That’s not true.”

“It is, but it was the happiest day of my life, too, because my teacher saw something in me that everyone else wrote off as just being a rowdy boy.”

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