Page 48 of Ms. Fortune
The small cabin was filled with the sounds and scents of vigorous sexual activity. We spent a lot of time fucking, but I still got embarrassed when I completely lost my inhibitions and turned into a creature driven by my rawest instincts. Risky loved all my different sides. I was still getting used to having a heart and coming undone under his skillful touch and heated body.
Sometimes the way I wanted and craved him terrified me. Thankfully, he could tell when I started to freak myself out. All he had to do was hold me closer, tell me he wasn’t goinganywhere, and remind me I wasn’t alone in this. He’d never been in over his head with someone either. If we clung to each other, it didn’t matter if we went adrift or not. Wherever we landed, as long as we were together, we could make anything work, and the ground was solid beneath our feet.
“Are you still with me?” The question was growled in my ear.
Risky’s beard rubbed against the side of my face, and I knew I was going to have a spot left from the abrasion.
I turned my head with a slight flip so I could get my hair out of the way and replied, “I’m here.”
I thought when he checked in, especially when he was buried deep within me and we were both drunk on pleasure and passion, it was one of the hottest things he brought to the bedroom.
“Are you with me?”
“Do you like this?”
“How does that feel?”
“Do you want more?”
“Can you handle it?”
“Tell me what you want, Lucky. I’ll give it to you.”
He was fairly wild and brought blurry sexual boundaries with him. But he made it a point to make sure I wasn’t chasing him and that he wasn’t pulling me along somewhere I didn’t want to go. He gave me the directions and let me decide if I wanted to meet him there or detour somewhere else. Either way, he was always waiting for me to decide, and then we went whichever way, side by side.
Risky scraped his teeth against the curve of my jaw and pinched my nipple between his fingers. His hands were no longer smooth and pristine. They’d earned nicks and cuts and a rough spot here and there. It started to feel like the flannel shirt and torn jeans were no longer a costume he was wearing to fool people. I loved the way those small imperfections felt onmy skin. They made him appear more attainable and less like a visitor in my quaint little world.
“I’m close.” The warning was rasped near my ear, and Risky’s body tensed where it was pressed against mine.
Before I could form a thought, he lifted me back to my hands and knees and started to aggressively thrust into me. I moaned loudly and then caught the sound when he positioned himself so he could snake a dexterous hand between my legs. His fingers stroked over my clit, and in no time, I was as lit up as he was. I came a second after he did, and we collapsed in a satisfied heap, sweaty and stuck together. It shouldn’t have been romantic, but it was. The lazy and effortless fulfillment on his face made my heart soft.
He kissed the scar on my shoulder once more before rolling off of me and flopping onto his back while grinning up at the ceiling.
“Who would’ve thoughtgetting Luckywould become my whole life?” He chuckled. “I’m living the dream.”
I rolled my eyes at the cringe-worthy joke and reached out a finger to trace the laugh lines that crinkled the corner of his eye.
“Thank you for not loving me too much, Mr. Risk.” It was an odd thing to say, but I knew he would understand the sentiment. “And for not loving me too little.”
Somehow, he loved me the perfect amount.
“I told you, Ms. Fortune, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
I knew he meant it down to his soul.
Taking a risk by bringing him home had turned out to be the only bit of luck either of us needed.
Risky
I was tired.
Sick to death of watching terrible people be rewarded just because they had the good fortune of being wealthy and powerful. It got to where it felt like my world consisted of nothing but greed and manipulation. It became harder and harder to paste on a disaffected smile and pretend I was indifferent to the depths of horror and harm humanity was capable of. I was the best at my job because I was numb and unsurprised by the majority of misdeeds my boss sent me to clean up for her clients.
I’d started off life being abandoned like I was trash. A beginning like that didn’t leave much room for a positive outlook toward pretty much anyone. Including the woman who had saved me and taken me home and raised me. I always felt like I was more of a project to her than a person. She had given me the skills I needed to survive and thrive in her world, but I was mostly clueless about how to behave with normal people in regular society.
I would’ve remained feral all my life if I hadn’t stopped in Blue River for a job and come across the rustic lodge and the kind older couple who ran it.
They took me in and sheltered me in the middle of a snowstorm, no questions asked. They fed me and kept me warm and made me feel like I was part of their family. Like I was a grandson, returning from a long trip, who’d been missed. It was the first time in my life I understood what comfort and care felt like.
