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“You just got back, and I figured you’d want some company,” Lacey answers, ignoring the fact I’m holding my woman. “I wanted to be in here when you were ready to get down and dirty.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Chelsea snaps and attempts to get away from me. When this fails, she tilts her head back to sneer at me. “You don’t let me go right now; I’m going to bite you.”
“Bite me all you want, brat, I’ll make you pay for it when I get this bitch out of my room.”
“But Lucky,” Lacey whines, running her hands between her legs, spreading wide for us to see her pussy. “I’ve been wanting you to fuck me.”
Chelsea stiffens in my arms all the more. She straightens and jabs her elbow in my gut with enough force I loosen my hold on her. Instead of stalking out of the room as I expect her to, she surprises me by moving to the bed.
“Chelsea, let me handle this,” I say, eyes on her.
“What are you going to do?” Lacey asks, eyes going to Chelsea.
“We’re gonna have some fun.” Slowly, Chelsea climbs up on the bed, and suddenly, my mind goes there when it shouldn’t. Visions of her and another woman, but what gets me is I don’t like the thought of it. When it comes to Chelsea, she’s mine, and I’m not sharing her with anyone. So, when Chelsea straddles Lacey, my anger grows.
Before I can open my mouth to tell Chelsea to get the fuck off Lacey so I can kick her out, Chelsea surprises me even more.
“You stupid fucking cunt,” Chelsea says as she grips Lacey’s hair in one hand and brings a knife up I didn’t even see her pull out. She uses the blade to slice through Lacey’s hair, all while Lacey fights to get her off. Once done with that, she releases Lacey, jumps off, leans in, and grabs the bitch by what’s left of her hair, dragging her off the bed. Not letting go, she moves toward the door, ignoring the fingers clawing at her wrist. She takes her out into the main room of the clubhouse and throws her to the ground in front of any and all sitting around watching.
“Learn now, bitch,” Chelsea snaps, turning on her heels only to come face to chest with me.
I couldn’t help it, I stayed close, not about to let her get away from me.
“Move, Lucky.” She goes to step around me, but I don’t let her.
Grabbing hold of her waist with one hand, I slide the other into her hair, pulling her flush against me.
“Lucky.”
I don’t miss the longing in her voice at the same time her anger.
“Brat,” I murmur, tilting my head enough for our noses to touch.
“Don’t call me that.”
“I’ll call you whatever the fuck I want to call you, baby. You are a brat. My brat and we’re gonna go back to your room where I can show you just how much you are my brat. After, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t fuckin’ breathe without gasping.” There’s no way in fuck I’ll do what I want to do to her in my room. Not after this shit.
Fuck.
With all the bullshit today, I need to fuck her and fuck her hard.
CHAPTER11
CHELSEA
Opening my eyes, I peek at the clock on the nightstand and groan. It’s just after six in the morning. I want nothing more than to fall back to sleep and snooze, unfortunately for me, once I’m awake, I’m awake. There is no going back to sleep.
I shift to get up, but the weight of Lucky’s arm keeps me from doing so. Yesterday, he brought me back into this room, the one I’d been using since getting here, and didn’t let me up for air until he had me gasping just as he said he would.
My ass is still sore from the spanking he gave me. Not just that, but also from how hard he pounded that thick cock of his into me. It was like he was a sledgehammer and had to work through a wall. One could say it was the best sex ever, but mostly because it was the last time I was going to do it with Lucky. I shouldn’t have done it with him, but I couldn’t help myself.
I’d taken everything he’d given me. I was greedy, and I’m not ashamed to say it.
I try to move his arm, but he tightens it around me and snuggles closer. After coming in here, we didn’t leave the room again. He fucked me time and time again. My stomach is now grumbling, and I need food. I want pancakes, sausage, and eggs from the diner in town where I started going most mornings when I had to be at the office. The diner’s food is so, so, so good.
Again, I try only to fail at moving Lucky’s arm.
“Stop trying to get up,” Lucky mutters sleepily from behind me and presses a kiss to my bare shoulder.
