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“I don’t know, but it sure as fuck won’t be me.” Shiner snorts, though I’m sure he’s being serious, and he confirms, “With the shit Sasha pulled, I’m good. I don’t need or want a woman in my life unless it’s to fuckin’ get off. At least with the fallen harlots or finding a piece outside the clubhouse for the night, I can toss them out when I’m done.”
I nod and finish my beer as I notice Chelsea coming in my direction. Eyes on her, I keep talking to Shiner. “Sometimes empty pussy ain’t enough. Finding the right pussy is all you need. Don’t let what that bitch did to you fuck you up completely.”
Shiner doesn’t get the chance to come up with a retort before my woman joins us.
“Y’all done finding shit for Blow and Storm?” I ask, holding an arm out for her to curl into my side.
“No, but we’ve got some stuff ordered. Storm wants to go to the furniture store tomorrow and pick out the couch and what not,” she answers, tilting her head back enough to meet my gaze. “But we’re done for now.”
“That’s good.” I nod and look toward Shiner. “I’ll catch you later.” He gets my hint and smirks, but I’m already on the move, getting off the stool.
Guiding Chelsea by the waist to my room, I let us in and pulled her into my arms while using my booted foot to close the door behind us.
I fucked her before we left the house to come here, but I need her again. Fuck, I always need her.
Pressing my forehead to hers, I pick her up by the waist and lift her until she’s got her legs wrapped around me.
“Lucky,” she whispers.
“Fuckin’ love you, Chelsea,” I tell her just as quietly.
Chelsea’s head jerks back, and her lips part marginally.
“You do?”
“Yeah, I do, baby. I should have said the words already, but I haven’t.” I start walking us toward the bed, laying her down and coming over her. Using one hand, I stroke her cheek. “I just want you to know that I love you, and I don’t say shit like that. I’m damn lucky as fuck you’re mine, and you didn’t give up on me. No matter how much of an ass I was or the bullshit I pulled.”
“You know I love you too, right?”
“Baby, if you didn’t, you wouldn’t have done any of the shit you did with me. The pranks. The jokes. Being hell on wheels. You’re mine, and that’s never gonna change.”
Chelsea gives me a bright smile that lights up her entire face and makes my dick jerk. “Well, I guess your streak continues, and you’re lucky to be Lucky ‘cause otherwise, you might be unlucky if you know what I mean.”
Grinning, I touch my forehead to hers. “Don’t I fuckin’ know it, and I intend to keep my streak going where you’re concerned, brat.”
“Then how about you keep up so we can both get lucky with that streak right about now with you inside me.”
“You got it, baby,” I murmur against her lips and claim her mouth with mine. More than happy to give her what she wants because I want the same damn thing.
EPILOGUE
CHELSEA
One Year Later . . .
Staring at myself in the bathroom mirror our house, I take a good look at my reflection. It's more like I stare at the tattoo on my breast that hides the horrors of that day. There was nothing we could do about the branding Hinton forced on me, but that didn’t stop Lucky from trying. We could have done plastic surgery, but I didn’t want to go that route.
The way I saw it was I survived. We found out about it, but he eventually understood, so instead, he had a tattoo designed, and when I was healed enough, he took me to his guy to have it placed right over my scar, making it beautiful.
I thought I would think about that day . . . what happened to me . . . but I don’t. I put it behind me and moved on. Though I can’t say the same for Lucky, and I can’t be annoyed by his over-protectiveness either. In the past year, he rarely lets me out of his sight. When I started back at the office, it was with him or someone else there as well as providing security.
He told me it wasn’t over yet, not completely, so he’s ensuring his woman is safe at all times. I get it, and don’t fight him on it.
Lucky’s reflection joins mine, and he peers through the mirror at my naked front. “What are you doing, brat?” He smirks knowingly.
This morning he enjoyed toying with me, tying me to his bed, and giving me so much pleasure I had a hard time keeping my breathing in check. Between my legs, I still feel where he’d been inside me. My core was left achy and, in truth, needing. I always want Lucky, no matter if he just took me or not.
But today was different because I’d just given him some very important news.
