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“You know I could do this myself,” I whisper.
“Yeah, but what’s the fun in that when I can do it for you.” He smirks, massaging soap against my rear.
“Lucky,” I moan, wanting to protest, but I don’t. Not really. I love his hands on me.
Just as I love him.
Nope.
Nah uh.
Not going there.
I refuse to let that thought go further.
If I were to let that happen, he’d simply hurt me all over again. I’d already been stupid once and not signed the annulment papers, thinking if I just screwed with him, played the game I did, the pranks, and it would get him to open his eyes. It didn’t, and I’d finally given up. Now, he’s here . . . with me. My mind is all over the place where he’s concerned, and it confuses the hell out of me. I mean, how the hell can he actually think he can go from wanting any and all pussy to just mine?
I don’t believe him.
But still, he ripped up the annulment papers and told me not to try having them drawn up again. He seems to think it’s okay for him to get them put together, but not me.
Talk about complete and utter mind fuckery.
“Time to feed my woman,” Lucky announces, shuts off the water, and presses a kiss to the tip of my nose. I hadn’t even realized he finished rinsing me or washing himself.
Getting out of the shower, we both dry off and do the teeth-brushing thing. It’s strange to do something so simple together side by side. For some reason, it also feels somewhat intimate.
In the room, I dress in panties and bra before dealing with my hair. The mass of thick locks have to be handled before I do anything else. With the humidity, if I don’t tame it while I can, I’ll be a total frizzball the rest of the day, and that’s not about to happen. I love my hair, but sometimes I wish it wasn’t so thick and wavy. Plenty of times I’ve thought about cutting it short, but I like it long.
I ignore Lucky the whole time I do this. He didn’t leave the room as I hoped he would. Instead, he stretched out on the bed and watched me the entire time, arms bent, palms cupping the back of his head. I do my best not to watch him in the mirror over the dresser while I get ready, but there’s no way I can’t because he’s like sex on a stick the way he lounges on the bed.
Once I finish with my hair, I pull out a pair of jeans and a tank top that I found, stating ‘Nightmare before Coffee’. It’s totally true. Well, usually, it’s true. I still need my caffeine, though sex seems to also help.
“Ready?” Lucky asks when I turn to face him.
“I guess.” I shrug, suck in a breath, and find a pair of flip-flops. I’m not one for wearing anything else but flip-flops. That is, unless I’m in boots. I have an obsession with both. Heeled and flat, it didn’t matter. I love all types of boots. My flip-flops, though, I’m pickier and have to have them in a certain style. They can’t be the cheapo kind. They hurt my feet, and I always end up with blisters where the thongs rub the tops of my feet raw.
Lucky climbs off the bed and circles his arms around my waist. “Then let’s get going.” Kissing the side of my cheek, he lets me go, only to take my hand and pull me from the room.
My breath catching all over again. I’m not sure what to think or what I should do. This whole scenario scares the heck out of me. I want him, but can I, should I take the chance?
Granted, it doesn’t seem Lucky’s going to give me that choice. He’s hell-bent on making us work out.
CHAPTER12
LUCKY
“I need to go to the office,” Chelsea announces, getting my full attention. I’d been working on my bike while she sat with her legs crossed on the ground next to me.
Over the past week, I’ve kept her close, not letting her out of my sight. I wasn’t taking chances.
I kept her busy by fucking her every chance I got. That is after we went to the mattress store and got the new one, had it picked up by a prospect, and the old one taken out. Then I moved all of her shit into my room, though she protested the whole time. I didn’t give a fuck. I wasn’t going to have her away from me. Not when I know she’s one for getting herself in trouble and causing havoc. The club doesn’t need her doing this, and neither do I.
The times I don’t have my dick buried inside her, I’m getting her to help me do one thing or another. Like now, she’s handing me tools while I do a tune up on my bike.
“Why do you need to go to the office?” I ask cautiously.
The club decided for the time being to keep her away from the place and out of the sight of the Crimson Blood Clan. She put herself in their line of sight, which doesn’t sit well with me. I don’t want her in trouble or getting herself hurt because she wants to help the club. That shit won’t fly with me.
