Page 78 of Lucky's Trouble

My shoulders ache from my wrists being bound, my legs shaky and threatening to give way, and I’m exhausted, but none of that matters because I’m blissed out in the best way possible. That was beyond incredible.

“Just give me a second, and I’ll get off you,” he says, panting.

“Take your time. After what you just did to me, I feel no pain.”

He chuckles, groaning as he stands. “I’ve been waiting for this moment.”

“What moment?”

“This one.” He pulls out, and once again, he spreads me open for his viewing pleasure. Cool air hits my overly sensitized core as I feel his cum trickle out of me and drip down my thighs. “Fuck me.”

“That’s what you wanted to see?”

“Hell yeah.”

I grin and squeeze my tired inner muscles, knowing it’ll give him an even better show. He hums his approval, dragging a finger up and down my slit before pushing it back into me.

“I was lucky before you, that’s how I got my road name after all, but no amount of near misses on my bike or run-ins with the cops I managed to talk myself out of compares to how lucky I am to get to fuck this beautiful pussy whenever I want.”

I giggle. “That’s the only part of me you’re lucky to have, huh?”

He pulls me up and turns me around to face him. With a smirk, he cups my breasts. “I’m lucky I get to play with these too.”

“Tits and pussy, got it.”

He wraps his arms around my neck, hugging me tight. “Nah, Hellcat. You’re the whole package.”

I breathe him in, returning his hug. “I know.”

* * *

I wake with a start, excited to get the day going. Jumping out of bed, I throw on one of Lucky’s shirts, my nose wrinkling at the disastrous state of our room.

We never did make it to dinner, but Sugar was nice enough to drop plates off for us that we ate in bed. It was a good idea at the time, but waking up to dirty plates on the nightstands and the smell of braised ribs and mashed potatoes was not the best way to start the day. Gathering them up, I perform a balancing act as I climb down the ladder one-handed.

“Goddamn it, Tinleigh. Hold on,” Lucky calls out from the kitchen, rushing over to help me.

“I got it.”

“Yeah, or you don’t, and you end up falling on your ass.” He takes the plates from me as I finish my descent.

Lifting onto my toes, I kiss his cheek. “Thanks.”

“You’re bubbly this morning.”

“I’m always bubbly in the morning,” I lie, following him to the kitchen. He pins me with a knowing look. “Okay, maybe not, but after a cup of coffee, I am.”

“Which you haven’t had yet, so what gives?”

“It’s Myla Day.” I pour myself a cup of coffee and settle onto a stool.

Today is the first since I moved in here that Myla’s off her tour. For the next two weeks, I have my sister’s full attention, and I can’t wait. I’ve managed to keep myself busy, but cleaning up after and cooking for grown men all day, every day isn’t how I want to spend my life. I gladly do it to feel like I’m contributing, but taking a little break to hang with my sister is too good of an opportunity to pass up.

His jaw ticks. “That’s right. Tell me your plans again.”

“She’s going to come pick me up and take me to her apartment, which we definitely won’t leave, not even to sit outside. We’ll order food and have it delivered and keep the shades drawn and the doors locked.” I give him the answer he wants to hear. How much of it we’ll end up doing, I don’t know. Probably most since I’ve been warned Tigger will be standing guard. “Then you’ll come get me after work.”

“I have a shift at the Honey Pot, so it won’t be until late,” he reminds me.

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