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“Well, I had to put her somewhere so she wouldn’t get in trouble,” I mutter, my heart racing a mile a minute at what he said, knowing he’s definitely cottoning on to my actions.
“Yeah, brat, you did, and I get it. Still fuckin’ pisses me off you picked my lock in order to do it.” He grins, dips his head down, and brushes a kiss against my lips. “And to get back on topic, while we’re heading home, you and me, we’re discussing us.”
“Um, what?”
Nope. No way. I will not be discussing us in any way because there is no us. I made that decision last night, and I’m not going back on it. It doesn’t matter what he said to Genny. I’m not anything to Lucky. He’s made that perfectly clear.
“Let me rephrase,” Lucky breaks through my thought process, “we’ll be talking about us, but I’ll go ahead and say now, you’re mine, and you’ll be moving into my room with me. Those papers, you can forget they ever existed because we’re not quitting what we’ve got.”
“Come again?” I level a glare on him, my lips parting. “Did you just say what I think you did?”
“Yeah, Chelsea, you heard me right. We’re not putting this to a stop.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”Fury envelopes me, and I shove at Lucky’s arm, managing to get from under it—I know with his weight I wouldn’t have been able to and that he allowed me to do this—and scrabble to my feet, taking the sheet with me to shield my body from his eyes.
“What’s there to be kidding about?” he asks, cocking a brow.
“You.” I motion to him as he watches me closely, but still lounging on the bed. “This whole ordeal. You wanted those papers signed a long time ago. You even thought they were. Hell, you said yourself you regretted what we did and moved onto every available hole you could slip inside of that belongs to any skanky hoes and whoremunchers. And I honestly wouldn’t have put it past you to have gone with Genny last night or back then.” Lucky slowly gets to his feet, and I ignore the intense stare he’s giving me as well as the way he moves as I keep going. “You don’t want me, Lucky, so quit trying to play me. I’m not shit to you. Only a responsibility that you think you have to handle because I’m Storm’s best friend, and she’s Blow’s woman. So, to end all of this, I’m going to get those papers, sign them finally, and be done with this all. Then, when I get back to Tennessee, I’m getting Sassy, and we’re going to Mexico, finding somewhere to set up and staying away from everyone for all eternity. And you, you can stick with your whoring ways.”
I barely get the last of my rant out before Lucky’s yanking the sheet from in front of me, and I find myself flying, landing on the bed. He comes over me, caging me in. His legs straddling mine, holding them together tightly. His arms on either side of mine, and his face contorted with rage, considering his nostrils are flaring.
But I ignore his rage because he has nothing to be pissed about.
“Get off me,” I demand, shoving against his chest.
“Shut up,” Lucky growls, his tone filled with the rage his features show.
Still, I don’t pay it any mind. I’m the one who’s the hurt party here.
“I will not. Now, get off me, Lucky, or so help me God, I will make sure you regret it.”
“Chelsea, shut the fuck up. You try to do anything, and I’ll tie you to this bed until you do listen, and while you’re tied, I’ll fuckin’ gag your ass to keep you from using your mouth.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” I snap, though I have to admit it kind of turns me on at the thought of him tying me to a bed.
“Don’t test me, brat,” he retorts and settles more over me. “That mouth of yours has a way of getting you in trouble, and I’m not going to listen to you spewing more shit like you going to Mexico. Baby, the only way you’re doing that is if I’m there and we’re going to Cancun where I can see you in a bikini the whole damn time.”
“Oh please,” I mutter, rolling my eyes.
“Keep it up with the attitude, Chelsea, and see what happens.” Lucky leans in farther and gets in my face. “Now, here’s what’s gonna happen. You are not going to be leaving me. I know I fucked up where you’re concerned. I’ll admit that shit. But I’m not about to let you give up on what you wanted all this time.”
“Lucky.” I stare at him with wide eyes.
“You wanted something, and you held out hope. I’m not about to let you give that shit up, baby, not now that I’ve got my head out of my ass.”
“What does that even mean?” I blurt, unable to stop myself.
“Where you’re concerned, Chels, I’ve had my head up my own ass, denying myself what I want most. Figured you were too young for me. That you should find someone closer to your age.”
That right there reignites my anger, and I start struggling against Lucky to get him off me. I don’t want to hear his lies because that’s all he’s spewing right now. You can’t go from regretting something and fucking every piece that spreads her legs to wanting me. There’s no way.
I mean, sure, I know I’m not hard on the eyes, but I’m also not ultra slim like the skanks who come to the clubhouse here and in Tennessee. I’ve got big boobs—D cup—and a rounded booty that perfectly fills a pair of jeans. But I also have curves that fit my hourglass body. I don’t have a flat stomach, but I also don’t have a pooch either. I keep my hair wild and untamed for the most part with the curls. The way I see it, if you’re going to judge me for being me, then you can kick rocks. I’m not changing my body for anyone.
Still, that doesn’t mean I don’t know there are those who are hotter than me, and all of them go for Lucky.
“Let me go. Let me go. Get off me, Lucky, or I swear you’ll regret it,” I snap. My breathing is coming heavily, and I try to control it, but this is too much. Everything in this moment is more than I can handle.
“Calm down, Chelsea,” Lucky demands, not doing as I want but moving to cocoon my body with his. “Breathe with me, baby. Breathe and calm down for me.”
