Chapter Thirty-Six
“Why did you do it?” Lucky whispered against her ear. “Why didn’t you tell Rebel and Savage to go fuck themselves and leave me to handle my own shit?”
She drew back and stared at him, unable to keep the shock off her face. “How could I have done that? They took over every aspect of my life. I had no phone, no car, no identification except for the one day I needed it to start work. Someone had eyes on me at all times. I was trapped and escaped the first chance I had.”
His expression was serious, troubled, but not angry. It was as though he accepted what happened, but he needed to put a reason behind it to find some peace. She could give him that.
“I know there wasn’t anything you could have done. They’d have come after us with everything. You’ve had weeks to think about all this. I’ve only had minutes and my mind is trying to find any way I could have kept you safe from this. You were mine. Mine to take care of, mine to protect.” His fingertips stroked up and down her back as he spoke.
Echoes of what the girls told her a while ago rang in her ears. Protecting family, protecting their women is everything to them. And he feels he failed to protect you.
“Lucky, I’m not some helpless female who needs a big man to protect me.”
“That’s not what this is about. It’s not about some grander ideal. It’s about you and me and who I am. You grew up in an MC, you know how fast things can go from shiny to shit. I need to know you’re safe and protected and that I’m the one who makes it that way. For me. Not for all cavemen everywhere, just for me.”
“I’m not sure I can give you exactly what you want to hear. You want me to tell you if I’m ever in an impossible situation like that again that I’d walk away knowing you could be hurt. Knowing I could be putting you in severe danger.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I can’t make that promise.”
His brows drew down and she smoothed a hand over the lines in his forehead. “Why not? Because you feel like you’d be weak?”
“No. It has nothing to do with that, like you said. It’s because I love you, Lucky. And that means I can’t stand the thought of any kind of harm coming to you.”
His blue eyes widened and she rubbed her cheek against the soft hair of his goatee.
“Here’s what I can give you. My trust, my devotion, my loyalty. I hear what you are saying about your need to protect me and keep me safe and I will do anything you say in that regard. I’ll do what you need me to do so you feel secure. I won’t go looking for trouble, I won’t put myself in a dangerous situation, and if a worst-case scenario ever happens again, I will do everything in my power to communicate with you and avoid putting myself at risk. But if I feel there’s only one option to save your life, I will take it, whether you like it or not.”
He studied her in silence and she gave him the time to process her words.
“It’s a start,” he said with a smirk and she sagged in relief. She playfully bit his shoulder and he laughed. When she looked at him again he was smiling. The crooked smile. The real smile. Her heart soared.
His arms came around her in a tight hold as she snuggled into his chest. “Thank you,” he said.
“For what?”
“For being so fucking incredible. For understanding I’m not just a controlling jerk and giving me what I need to feel you’re safe. And even though I may spank that ass for it, thank you for caring enough to sacrifice your happiness to save my life. I think you’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.”
“Lucky…” She wouldn’t cry. Now was the time for healing, not crying.
“Do it again, though, and I definitely will tan that ass. You hear me?”
“Yes, sir,” she said around a laugh, moving her body in a way that reminded them both of their intimate position.
They fell quiet and the air grew thick with longing and desire once again.
He hadn’t repeated the words of love, but for now it was enough. For now, knowing he wanted her as much as she wanted him was more than enough.
But would it be enough if time passed and she fell deeper and deeper?
He’d spoken loving words of forgiveness and admiration. And he wasn’t shy about his continued physical desire for her, but despite his claim to understand why she left him, what if she’d killed his ability to love her back?
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That was enough talking. If she’d wanted to talk all night she should have kept her clothes on and her pussy away from his dick. Lucky couldn’t keep his mouth off her any longer. Tightening his hand in her hair until he had full control over her head, he took her mouth. The kiss was deliciously slow and controlled, but hard and devouring.
She had no choice but to accept what he gave her and that’s exactly how he wanted it. He needed to show her he had her, he’d take care of her, give her the pleasure her body was begging for, and keep her safe.
She moaned into his mouth and consumed him in return. His heart swelled at her easy acceptance of him, of his dominance, of his need. Their bodies craved each other, but this was so much more. This was the hope that they still had a chance.
He tugged on her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her throat when she started to rock her hips along his throbbing length. With his lips, tongue, and teeth, he attacked her bared neck.
“Please, Lucky.”
“What do you need, baby?” He nipped along her collar bone and she shuddered, the action grinding her against him. His eyes nearly crossed. It wouldn’t be long before he had to end the game and fuck her.
“More of your mouth. Suck me.” She sounded breathless, needy.
“Fuck yeah,” he said as he pulled her head back further, arching her back and giving him access to her tits.
When his mouth closed over one pointed tip, he sucked hard and she cried out in abandon. He was completely enraptured with the picture she made. Head back, mouth open, lips swollen from his kiss.
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They’d had rough, fast, hard, and frenzied.
And they’d had slow, gentle, tender.
This was somewhere in between. His lips were hard and controlling on her mouth, her neck, her breast, but there was a tenderness, too. The pace was slow, almost lazy, but the intent deep, dark, and desperate. He owned her in this moment. Kori was caught somewhere between a blinding need for release and a slow build up to ecstasy.
He switched to her other breast and the need for him to fuck her grew unbearable. “Lucky,” she cried out. “More, more.” Juices dripped from her, coating his shaft and driving them both insane as she slid along his length.
“Enough!” He released her breast and her hair at the same time and she almost fell back. “I need inside you.” The commanding rasp of his voice sent shivers down her spine to her clit.
Strong fingers gripped her hips and lifted her a few inches off his lap. Enough to line up the head of his cock with her weeping pussy. Their eyes locked and they both groaned as he drew her fully back into his lap.
She could barely breathe. Fully impaled on his length, she was so full, so stretched, so…in love.
“You are so fucking hot, angel.”
She smiled. “I love when you call me that.”
“Good, because I’m going to say it a lot.”
She had the urge to move, to lose control and let her body take over, but Lucky held her captive so all she could do was grind down on him. With her internal muscles, she clenched him again and again while rocking her hips back and forth and grinding her clit into the base of his pubic bone.
She loved the feeling of Lucky slamming into her over and over as he drove her toward the finish line, but this was intoxicating as well. There was an extreme closeness and intimacy to their position. Their bodies were fully entwined, eyes locked, breath mingling.
“That’s it, baby,” he said. “Make yourself feel good. Work that little clit on me and squeeze my cock with that sweet pussy.”
His words were as effective as a physical stroke in driving her higher. Heat radiated from both of them. It was a wonder they didn’t set the room ablaze.
Lucky banded one arm around her lower back, anchoring her torso with his while the other hand stroked up her body and tangled in her hair once again. “Eyes on me,” he growled as he claimed her mouth in a kiss that made the room whirl.
The closer she got to coming, the harder it was to keep her eyes opened, but she kept her gaze on his while he devoured her mouth and stroked into her with tiny thrusts of his hips.
She began to tremble in his arms.
Lucky broke the kiss. “Give it to me, baby.”
It was all she needed to fly off the face of the earth. She buried her face against his neck and held him with everything she had. Her arms, her legs, her internal muscles, all clamped around him as though afraid he’d disappear after the raging waters calmed.
“Fuck!” He followed her, holding her just as tight while riding out his own storm. They stayed entwined, bodies cooling, muscles with the occasional quiver until she’d almost drifted off. Inside her body, he softened until he nearly slid out. They were wet and sticky, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was being back in his arms.
“Come on, woman,” he said as he lay back on the bed, taking her with him. “Let’s get some sleep. We can both use it.”
She allowed herself to be drawn into the warmth and safety of his strong embrace. For the first time in weeks, she felt relaxed, protected, and sheltered. She’d do everything in her power to keep the sensation forever.