Page 25 of Lucky's Streak


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I search the clubhouse for Chelsea, not finding her in my room or the one she was staying in. I check the kitchen and with Storm, still not finding her. I end up going back outside, where I see her sitting on the edge of the room. How the hell she got up there I don’t have a clue.

“What are you doing up there?” I yell, not liking the fact that she could easily fall and plummet to her death. That is if I didn’t catch her. “How the fuck did you get up there?”

Chelsea doesn’t bother looking at me and keeps looking at whatever the fuck has her attention. “Doesn’t matter how I got up here,” she finally answers me.

“Chelsea,” I clip out.

Slowly, she brings her eyes to meet mine. “What?”

“Come down.”

“No,” she snaps and goes back to staring off into space.

“Baby, come down.” I try again, more softly this time.

“Why? So you can try and distract me some more?”

Sighing, I cross my arms over my chest and watch her closely. “No, Chelsea, not so I can distract you some more, but so we can go meet Luka.”

“Luka? Your brother, Luka?” she asks, sounding surprised.

“Yeah, brat, my brother. He called. He’s in town and wants to meet you.”

I watch the way she takes in my answer and draws that bottom lip between her teeth.

“Come on, baby, come down. Let’s go meet Luka. I’m taking you somewhere special to meet him.”

“You are? Where?”

I don’t miss the shock in her voice or her features.

I hold her gaze as I give her my answer. “My house.”

Chelsea holds my gaze for a brief second more before finally nodding. Then she shocks the hell out of me and, at the same time, scares the fuck out of me by jumping off the edge of the roof where she’d been sitting. I’m lucky to react in time to catch her.

“I’m going to spank your ass for that, brat,” I mutter, cradling her in my arms.

“You’re always saying that.” Chelsea rolls her eyes as she lets out a huff of breath.

“And I damn well mean it,” I inform her, not playing around. I intend to do just that after Luka leaves the house. She’s going to get well acquainted with my hand on her ass in a way that will leave her feeling it for days.

* * *

Kicking the stand down, I shut off my bike, wishing the ride had been longer. Having Chelsea at my back feels damn good. I love having her tits and pussy pressed up against my back with her arms wrapped around my waist. She’s no klutz when it comes to swinging her leg and climbing off the back of my bike. Just as she knew what she was doing getting on. She’s a biker princess and probably rode with her dad and brother. I like the fact that she didn’t need me to explain things.

I don’t have the patience for that shit. It isn’t in me to teach something like that. Now, giving my input on how she should suck my dick, that’s another story altogether. She did that the first night I took her virginity but hasn’t done it since, and fuck me, I want her mouth on my cock. I want her pussy in my face while she’s going down on me. I think while we’re here, after I spank her ass red, I’ll reward her with my mouth between her legs.

Chelsea steps back, and I follow her off, taking her hand in mine.

“This is your house?” she asks, staring ahead in astonishment.

“Yeah,” I answer, spotting Luka coming out of the house, dressed in slacks and dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The collar of his shirt unbuttoned. “Luka.”

“Lucky,” Luka calls out in greeting, a shit-eating grin on his face as he looks at Chelsea.

Moving up the steps of the house, onto the porch, I shake my head at my brother. I release Chelsea’s hand in order to step ahead of her and hug Luka.

“Good seeing you,” I murmur.

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