Chapter Fourteen
Kori stayed in place as Lucky trudged up the driveway. Everything about him screamed pissed off. In fact, it seemed his anger had grown in the few hours since she’d left him. This couldn’t all be from what happened at the clubhouse earlier, could it? The reaction seemed overblown, out of proportion to the situation, especially considering he didn’t know what the hell happened with Savage.
Actually, he looked pretty close to losing it, and as he drew near, the torture in his expression became apparent. Something else had happened. Something that had him very upset.
He hopped up on the stoop and advanced on her until he was just an inch away. With one hand on the house and one on the door, he caged her in and stared down at her. His nearness made her breasts swell and had blood zinging through her veins. If she’d had lustful thoughts about him before, now that she knew what the man could deliver, the thoughts were rampant and erotic.
Kori took a small sip from a fresh glass of scotch then held it out to him. With one gulp, he knocked it back. Her gaze was drawn to the strong lines of his throat as he swallowed. The urge to lick him there, right next to his bobbing Adam’s apple, was great, but she wasn’t sure where they stood at the moment.
“Rebel home?”
She shook her head. “He’s hardly ever here. I guess he sleeps at the clubhouse most nights.”
“You enjoy your lunch?”
Did she? Good question. Not really. It would have been much more enjoyable if it didn’t feel like a setup. And if Savage looked at his food instead of her breasts. She shrugged. “It was fine.”
“Fine, huh? Did you eat, or did you just sit back and stick out your tits so Savage could look his fill?” His voice was dark, angry, and…jealous?
Not that jealousy was an excuse for acting like a Neanderthal. She pushed against his muscular chest, trying to get some space. Nothing happened. It was like he didn’t even notice. “Back off, Lucky.”
“Not until you tell me what the fuck was going on when I got to the clubhouse earlier. Why was Savage looking at you like you were his and why was Rebel looking at me like I was dog shit he stepped in? Was that no biker rule a crock of shit? You really looking to work your way through the club one brother at a time? Cuz I’m not sure how Daddy’s gonna feel about his girl being a club whore.”
The lust-filled blood that had been singing in her veins turned to ice. How dare he? No man spoke to her like that and got away with it. This was why she avoided bikers like she avoided an STD.
“What the hell is it to you? You had your one night. Time to walk away.” Her face was so hot, it nearly made her dizzy.
A low growl erupted from Lucky’s chest and he leaned in until they were at eye level. “I asked you a question.”
Again, she got the impression that his anger wasn’t solely due to Savage’s behavior, but something more. “So the fuck what? I don’t owe you any damn answers. You know, for someone who claims to be in it for an easy one or two nights, you’re sure acting like a possessive ape right now.” She shoved his chest again. “Back the fuck off.”
When he didn’t move yet again, her anger grew to boiling. Her hands landed on his chest once more and this time she was going to get him to move. But the moment she touched him, he seemed to deflate.
His chin dropped to his chest and the air whooshed out of his lungs. “Shit. You’re right. I’m sorry. I’m being a complete asshole.”
Her eyes widened. How often did a man admit he was wrong? Let alone apologize? Not frequently in her experience. “Why?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.
With his focus still on the ground, he shook his head, then lifted his gaze to hers. “Savage doesn’t have a great reputation with women. He’s, well, he’s not known for being gentle. I saw him looking at you like he wanted to do all the things that I want to do to you. It sent me through the roof.”
The things he wanted to do to her? Not the things that he’d already done to her? Did that mean he wanted more? “This isn’t a conversation for outside.”
With a nod and a severe expression, he said, “Go on in.”
She reached back and opened the door without looking, then threaded her fingers through his. Something was wrong and if she could provide even a small amount of comfort, then she would.
He looked at their joined hands like he was surprised by the gesture, then he gave her a squeeze and followed her into the house. She led him to the couch.
The second his ass hit the couch he reached for her and drew her up and across his lap. They were face to face, with her straddling him. His hands rested on her ass.
“What happened today, Lucky?” she asked. “You look like something is really wrong.”
He shook his head and picked up a long lock of her hair, rubbing it between his fingers. “Just club shit.”
“Are you okay?”
“Fine, angel. Nothing for you to worry about.”
Typical biker answer. Also a lie. “Why do you keep calling me angel? I’m definitely not an angel.”
With a sheepish grin, he held her hair up in front of her face.
“My hair? I don’t get it?”
“It’s so white it almost glows. It um…” He cleared his throat and she swore a red tinge colored his cheeks. “It reminded me of an angel. Especially last night when it was spread out around your head on my pillow.”
Wow. What was she supposed to say to that?
“Is Rebel pissed at me over something?” he asked, knocking the sweet feeling right out of her.
The sigh she meant to conceal snuck out as she shook her head. Maybe some physical contact would help him keep his cool while she told him. She placed both hands on his chest, under the open panels of the cut. “Look, Savage came on to me at the clubhouse and I turned him down flat. Then he got a little vulgar. It made me a bit uncomfortable but wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle. That’s when you walked in. Rebel seems to have it in his mind that Savage and I would be good together which probably accounts for the dirty looks. Most of my lunch was spent listening to how wonderful Savage is and what amazing stuff he does for the club.”
A low growl came from deep in Lucky’s gut. “Stay the fuck away from Savage, babe. Rebel is blind where he’s concerned, but he can be a real asshole.”
She frowned. “I have no interest in him. In fact, he makes me pretty uncomfortable. But you sound kinda hostile towards him, and not thrilled with Rebel. Is something going on with you guys?”
“Just club shit, babe. Not something I can talk about, and like I said, not something to worry about. You just concentrate on getting to know your old man and figuring out if you want to stick around. My vote is yes.”
Her heart soared. “You want me to stay?”
His hands on her ass clenched and ground her against his erection. “What do you think?” he asked as he kissed her.
The man was an excellent kisser. He could teach classes on kissing. Hell, he could teach a few other classes as well. But before she lost control and jumped him, she had to know. “So, not to be that girl, but you don’t do relationships and I don’t date bikers, so…”
“So, this is pretty fucked then, huh?” They both chuckled and he nipped her bottom lip. “I have no fucking idea, Kori. This is uncharted territory for me, but I’ll tell you what I do know. I like you. Spending time with you last night, even before the mind-blowing sex, was the most fun I’ve had in a long time. I’ve got some shit going on right now. Stuff I can’t, and I’m not ready to talk about, but for the first time ever, spending time with a woman made me feel better, stronger…just fuckin’ good. And that’s before we even talk about that mouth, and these tits.” His hands left her ass and cupped her breasts, thumbs rubbing over her tight nipples. “All I know is that I want more. More of this,” he said pinching her nipples through the thin shirt and bra.
Goddamn, it felt so good. Her body softened, readying for him, and she couldn’t resist the need to press against his erection.
He let out a low hiss. “And more of what’s in here.” One long finger tapped against the side of her head. “I want to give us a try, a chance to be something. Whatever that something ends up being.”
Everything besides Lucky faded into the background as she took in his heartfelt words. Words she was one hundred percent certain he’d never said to a woman before. They weren’t a line. Hell, he didn’t need lines. Women fell at his feet when he walked in a room. But warning bells chimed in her head. He was a biker.
Bikers were violent. Bikers partied too hard. Bikers cheated.
What her brain screamed didn’t seem to matter to her heart or her body. She wanted Lucky. Wanted to get to know him as much as he seemed to want to get to know her.
Oh, Jesus. She was going to do it.
“I don’t share,” she whispered.
A loud snort broke the silence of the room. “You think I do? No, angel, this will be you and me only. God help any man who tries to come between that.”
“Or any woman.”
“There’s no other woman, Kori. None who meant a damn thing. Ever. You are the first and only that I’ve been genuinely interested in. Okay?”
Perhaps those words should have been a red flag in and of themselves. Who made it to their mid-thirties without having romantic feelings for someone from the opposite sex, even if it was one sided? Instead of being concerned, her traitorous heart fluttered at his words. Who wouldn’t want to be the only woman Lucky cared for?
“You do realize this is crazy, right? And will probably blow up in our faces?” she asked.
His answer was the same lopsided grin he’d given her last night. The real smile. No agenda, no deception. And it reeled her in. “Okay. Let’s do it.”
The smile grew bigger, but his eyes still told the tale of someone struggling with a demon. Maybe there was something she could do to help ease his burdens, if only for a while.
With a wink, she shifted off his lap and settled on the floor between his legs. One of his eyebrows rose as she reached for his fly. “Got something in mind for me?”
Playing with him was so much fun. Somehow, she was comfortable enough around him already to ignore her inhibitions, be silly, and tease him. “I do.”
He obliged her by lifting his ass as she worked his jeans and boxers over his hips. “What’s your plan? Oh fuck,” he said as she wrapped her hand around his length and pumped twice.
“Hmm, I’m pretty sure you can guess what comes next.”
“I can.” His voice was a rough croak. “I just want to hear you say it.”
“Oh, well, in that case, I’m thinking I’ll suck your cock until you come down my throat. Then you can take me to your place and return the favor. I’m pretty sure Rebel is out for the night, but it’s never a guarantee.”
“Less talk about my president, more cock in your mouth.” Lucky winked.
She chuckled. “Such a romantic,” she said as she lowered her mouth to him. Starting at the base of his shaft, she licked a long line up the underside. The hiss that greeted her was like music to her ears. There was something to be said for taking a strong, alpha man like Lucky and controlling him with one swipe of the tongue.
When she got to the head, she swirled her tongue around it and his dick jerked. “Eager little sucker, isn’t he?”
“Little?”
She laughed. When had sex ever been this fun? “My apologies. Eager monster, isn’t he?”
“Damn straight,” Lucky said.
Enough banter. Kori opened her mouth wide and sank down on him, taking him as deep as she could. He was right, there was nothing little about his cock, and it would take her a few minutes to get used to him and take him further. Not that he seemed to mind.
“Jesus, fuck,” he yelled, one hand flying up to fist in her hair.
It was a new and a bit unnerving experience. Kori had always been the one in complete control when going down on a guy. Now, with his hand holding her head, she was very aware that he was giving her the control and could snatch it back at any time.
Rather than pissed, it made her hot. She became bolder as she worked him with her mouth, sucking with alternating pressure and adding her tongue to the mix. As she grew more comfortable and relaxed, he was able to slide deeper. When he finally hit the back of her throat she swallowed and his reaction was off the charts.
A harsh shout left him and he held her head harder, taking some of that control for himself. She forced herself to stay relaxed as he thrust his hips and plunged in and out of her mouth. It was a combined effort, he didn’t completely take over and fuck her mouth, but much of the pace was now his to regulate.
She grew wetter by the second and wasn’t sure she’d make it to his house before she needed some relief.
“Fuck, baby, that mouth is amazing. I’m about ten seconds away. You want to pull off, or you gonna swallow me down?”
Kori gripped his hips, hard, and swirled her tongue one more time around the tip before sucking him back into the depths of his mouth. She swallowed around him once again and he lost it. Salty warmth filled her throat as he came with grunts and moans.
She held him in place until he settled, then let his softening cock slide out of her mouth. His eyes were dazed, satisfied, but the hunger was still there. It was going to be a good night. “Kori, that was unbelievable. Come up here.” He patted his chest. “I’ll return the favor as soon as I’m not dead.”
“Take me to your apartment first. I want us to be able to lose control without worrying about being caught like I’m a teenager.”
“Sure, baby. Ten minutes.”
She settled against his chest and listened to the slowing beat of his heart. Now that the room was quiet, her mind reeled with questions.
Was had she gotten herself into?
Was she crazy?
Was this a giant mistake?
Time would tell. She’d go with it for now, and pray her heart wouldn’t end up shattered in the process.