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A shiver races up my spine at the gruffness in his voice. I close my eyes and suck in a breath. Yesterday, so much happened. So many emotions have assailed me that I didn’t know which way was up and which was down.
I don’t even want to think about how pissed he was with me at learning what I’d been up to, but then I’d gotten mad all my own. Taking what he said in, the way he said it, like he had a right to be pissed at me in the first place. All I wanted to do was help the club.
Then there’s the bullshit that happened when he took me to his room and . . . and that bitch was on his bed naked. It made me nauseous to climb on top of her the way I did. But I wanted her to be confused by what I was going to do. I’m sure she thought I was going to kiss her with how close we were. All I wanted to do was get a good grip on her hair and cut as much off as I could with the pocketknife I keep in my pocket. It’s small enough to carry and have it not be noticeable, but sharp enough to slice through that bitch’s hair. Not done with her, I got up and dragged her out of the room to share her humiliation with the others. Maybe now, the skanky hoe will think twice.
Lacey shouldn’t have been in his room, nor should she have laid her naked ass on his bed.
He acted like he didn’t want her, but it still hurt that she was there. It also is screwing with me the way he acted after. The way he’d taken me. It was so good. Now, I have to get away from him, get out of here, and get my head back on straight.
I love him, but he doesn’t know that. He also can’t ever know how I feel about him.
“I need to get up,” I mutter.
“You need to snuggle back into me and go back to sleep. It’s too damn early.” Lucky’s husky tone goes straight between my legs.
“I’m awake.” I roll to my back and look over at him as he shifts slightly. “I can’t go back to sleep. I’m hungry and haven’t eaten anything since the burger joint.”
Lucky tenses and curses. “Fuck, I should have fed you yesterday. I didn’t mean to keep you from getting food. Why didn’t you eat or say something?”
“Maybe because I was a little upset to eat and then we were a little busy with . . . you know,” I say snippy.
“You should’ve have said something, baby,” Lucky murmurs, cupping my cheek as he strokes his thumb over my bottom lip.
“I don’t need to say anything to you about anything.” I try to keep hold of my anger, but it’s hard when he’s holding me like this. Holding me close, caressing my cheek the way he is.
“Chelsea,” he says, leaning into me and pressing his lips to mine. “You should have told me.”
“No,” I murmur, releasing a shuddered breath.
“Yes,” he whispers, kisses me, and pulls back enough to meet my gaze. “I fucked up yesterday. Lost it on you, and I can’t say I’m sorry because when it comes to you and your safety, I can’t guarantee how I’ll act. But I know it’ll always be due to me caring for you. You mean something to me. For fuck’s sake, you’re my damn wife.”
“Which you didn’t want,” I interrupt.
“True enough, but that was due to my head being up my ass.”
“Right.” I roll my eyes, not believing him for a minute.
“Chels, I mean what I say, and I intend to prove it to you.” Giving me another kiss, Lucky rolls away from me. “First up, we’re gonna shower, and I’m taking you to breakfast. After that, we’re going to go get a new mattress, sheets, and shit for my room, then we’re coming back here, and I’m fucking you.”
Lucky doesn’t give me the opportunity to respond, not when he pulls me off the bed and into his arms. Carrying me like a child, he takes me to the attached bathroom, and sets me down on the counter next to the sink. He turns to the shower, reaches through the curtain, and starts the water before returning to me. The way he looks at me with desire in his eyes mixed with so much lust has my thighs clenching together.
I draw my bottom lip between my teeth as I stare up at him. He moves in, hands spreading my thighs, and lifts me up once more. My legs go around his back, he turns to the shower and steps inside with me in his arms. He doesn’t set me down as I thought he would. Instead, he presses me into the wall, hands on my ass, and his dick presses against my entrance.
“So wet for me already,” he remarks, rubbing the tip of his cock through the juices seeping from my pussy. Pulling me down on him, he thrusts upward, filling me to the hilt with his thickness. “Fuckin’ love the way you feel around my cock, baby.”
“Lucky,” I groan, digging my nails into his shoulders.
Reaching up, Lucky grips the back of my hair, forcing me to tilt my head back for him to claim my mouth. His tongue slides in as I gasp at the intensity. The feel of him inside me, his mouth on mine, it all sends me into overdrive, and I love every bit of it. Though I really shouldn’t.
Lucky takes me hard, slamming me down on him. Releasing my mouth, he kisses his way down my jaw, my neck, and where it meets my shoulder, he latches on and sucks, giving me a hickey. It’s hot and erotic, even if it’s juvenile. It’s still Lucky marking me as his.
My release rushes through me, and a cry of pleasure leaves my lips as I hold tighter to Lucky. Soon after, his moves become more erratic as he follows me over the edge. His cock twitches, and he fills me with his release. It’s different and something he’s never done before.
Bringing his mouth back to my own, he rests his forehead against mine, our breath mingles between kisses.
I know I shouldn’t have given into sex with him again, but he’s Lucky. When it comes to him, I’m weak. I know this. I let my emotions control me when I know better.
Without a word, Lucky slides out of me, presses his lips to mine once more, and sets me on my feet. Still, he doesn’t release me. He keeps his hands around me and moves me under the spray. Only then does he take the time to wash my hair and body for me.
