Chapter Five
Women responded to Lucky with two predictable reactions. If they were spoken for, they laughed at his antics, patted his arm, and rolled their eyes while secretly being flattered by the overt flirting.
If they were single, well, they pretty much flopped to their backs, spread their legs, and invited him in. It wasn’t conceit that had Lucky thinking this way, it was just how it happened every single time since he’d turned fourteen and the sexy twenty-one-year-old co-ed who lived next door decided to punish her boyfriend by sleeping with the neighborhood hooligan.
What did not happen, ever, was the scenario where a smokin’ hot chick made jokes at his expense, laughed in his face, then sauntered away as though he deserved as much of her brain power as a buzzing gnat.
He chuckled under his breath, his eyes fixed to the magnetic twitch of her damn fine ass as she left him in the dust. With a subtle shift of his hips, he adjusted his stance and provided some relief for his expanding cock. He didn’t really give a shit if any of his brothers noticed he hid a full-blown erection behind his denim. She was sexy and he was hard. Pretty much standard operating procedure around here.
Her white-blond hair was pulled up in a high ponytail and swayed at mid-back level in time with her hips. Lucky clenched a fist, imagining the cool feel of those long strands wrapped around his hand as he pulled her head back and nibbled her exposed neck.
Damn, that had to be the blondest hair he’d ever seen. So white-blond it practically glowed, like some kind of celestial being. Jesus, had he really called her angel all because of some hair? Yup, he had. She was no angel. She was far too biker to be angelic, with jeans so tight he couldn’t figure out how she walked so smoothly. And an equally tight T-shirt that showcased her breasts with a sparkly skull across her chest. Leather boots topped off the look. Aside from the hair, she looked like she’d just hopped off his Harley, not like someone sent from heaven.
He kept his eyes trained on her as she crossed the room, ending up right next to…Rebel?
Oh, fuck me.
Had he really just hit on his president’s latest toy? Thank fuck Rebel hadn’t been privy to their exchange or Lucky would be scrubbing the clubhouse’s bathrooms with a toothbrush for the next month. And that was if Rebel went easy on him.
“Down, boy,” he muttered to his erection. “You ain’t got nowhere to go now.”
That wasn’t exactly true. Dana, who’d been all over him the second he walked in the door, would be more than happy to take care of him. He’d slept with her two, maybe three times. It all blended together, and if he was being honest, he barely remembered her. Couldn’t have been that earth shattering.
He flicked a glance at Kori, who now stood with Rebel’s arm around her shoulders then tossed a look in Dana’s direction. No contest. Too bad the one he wanted seemed to be taken.
“Listen up!” No one ever needed to look around for who was talking when Rebel spoke. Each man in the room abandoned what they were looking at and focused on their president.
“Want to introduce you assholes to someone. This here is Kori.” He gave Kori’s shoulder a squeeze and smiled down at her as if she were something precious. Lucky’s erection fully deflated. “Kori is family. Literally. Turns out, I have a long-lost daughter.”
What the ever-loving fuck?
His daughter? Rebel had a daughter? Lucky couldn’t have been more shocked if Rebel told them all he was stepping down as president. Looks like she wasn’t Rebel’s woman after all. A slow smile spread across Lucky’s face. She was fair game.
“She’s gonna stick around town for a while and stay at my place.” His mouth flattened into a serious line and his eyes narrowed as he looked around the room. “Every man in here behaves around her. She’s family. My blood. I hear any of you are treating her like one of the whores,” he said, completely unrepentant to be speaking that way about the women in the room, “we’re gonna have problems. Big problems. Got me?”
Each man, including Lucky, nodded and mumbled their agreement.
“All right. I’m gonna take her out of here in a few and get her settled. Barbecue tomorrow evening at my house to welcome Kori. Ol’ ladies are invited; whores are not. Every fuckin’ one of you will be on your best behavior. Don’t want to scare her off just yet.” He winked down at his daughter and she gave him a small smile.
She didn’t look relaxed. In fact, she looked distinctly uncomfortable and like she wasn’t sure this entire plan was a good idea. The girl needed some stress relief. Lucky’s specialty.
Rebel said something to Kori then she nodded and walked back in his direction. When she reached him, she gave him a shy smile, in contrast with the sassy flirting she’d employed moments ago.
“Well, looks like you get the award for the most surprising woman of the day. Can’t say I saw that one coming.”
A light, feminine grunt escaped her throat. “Yeah, well, me either, to be honest. It’s been an interesting day. Interesting few weeks.”
Lucky tilted his head. There was a story there. Of course there was a story. Long-lost daughter? That reeked of dramatic scenes and scandal. She was gorgeous, no doubt about it, and on closer inspection, she bore the look of someone who been under tremendous strain recently. Dark circles lined her eyes, faintly visible through her makeup job. Her back was straight, almost rigid, and she drummed her fingers against her thigh in what he guessed was a nervous gesture.
He opened his mouth, then snapped it shut again, the statement he’d been about to make trapped behind his teeth. Had he really almost offered her an ear if she needed to vent? Lucky didn’t do the confidant role. He got lucky. He made women feel lucky, then they went their separate ways. Everyone satisfied and happy. Something about Kori’s sad expression had him wanting to hear her story and offer comfort.
Thank fuck his brain kicked in before the offer was out of his mouth. “You looking for a little stress relief, darlin’?” There, that suggestion was much more his style.
She chuckled. “Like a long jog followed by a tub of chocolate brownie ice cream and a vat of wine?”
He liked her spunk. He also liked her teasing, which was another first. “No, babe. Though I was thinking energy expenditure and if you’d like, I’m all for involving some ice cream.”
“I’ll pass,” she said. “I already told you—”
“Yeah, yeah, you don’t do bikers. I get it.” If the fact that he rode a piece of heavy machinery was his biggest obstacle, then he was in pretty good shape. He leaned close enough to get a whiff of something clean and citrusy. “Hate to break it to you, darlin’, but you got biker in your blood.”
Her eyes widened and she took a step back, breasts rising and falling with the force of her rapid breathing. Lucky was completely helpless to do anything but stare at her chest. God, he couldn’t wait to get his hands and mouth on them. Maybe bury his cock between them. They weren’t huge, but neither were they small. High, perky, mouthwatering.
“Ahem.” Rebel stepped up beside Kori and shot Lucky a look that had made more than one prospect shit themselves. “Ready to go, baby girl?”
Whoops, busted. Well, he wasn’t a prospect and he wouldn’t be intimidated by Rebel’s newfound daddy role. Kori was sexy as fuck and Lucky planned to have her, plain and simple. He wouldn’t treat her like a whore as Rebel feared, but he wouldn’t hide his interest, either. Nothing wrong with a little mutual adult satisfaction.
“Guess I’ll see you around,” she said to Lucky.
“Count on it, angel.” There he went again with the angel business.
She smiled and nodded before trailing Rebel out of the clubhouse.
Lucky rubbed his hands together and grinned like a fool. The challenge had been issued, and it was one he gladly accepted. Damn, it felt good to focus his energy on something besides the stress of figuring out what do to about Rebel’s drug dealing and betrayal.
Oh shit.
He was ninety percent sure telling Striker about Rebel was the right thing to do. Kori couldn’t have shown up at a worse time. Why the fuck hadn’t he thought of this sooner? She’d apparently distracted him too well. At the very least, Rebel would be booted out of the club, and at the worst, he’d be leaving in a body bag. Did this change anything? Could he still go to Striker knowing innocent Kori would potentially be hurt in the crossfire? He had to. He didn’t even know the woman. She couldn’t factor into his decision.
Then why did he feel like he was playing with fire so hot someone was bound to be incinerated?