“You want to duke this out, don’t you?” There’s something about Lucky that makes me want to get in and get dirty, let her wrestle her anger out on me, every last bit of it.
“Maybe I do.” Her eyes round out, twin pools of lavender sky, and my body starts to shake.
“We should go somewhere and talk.”
“Good luck getting me to your room. The last thing I want is to start another rumor you’ll more than happilypubliclydeny,” she spits the words out like cannons and looks cute as hell in the process. A part of me wants to laugh, to cry. I’ve never met anyone so emotionally charged, who seems to have the power tochargeme all at once.
“Come here.” I take her by the elbow and lead her to the back, down a flight of stairs into the dank, dark laundry facility where I have never seen a single brother venture. Beta house has a laundry service—Mr. Suds—that comes twice a week like clockwork. This is all but a relic to some bygone era, an ode to a set of outdated machines that look parched for the water, the damp clothing they were meant for—rusty and dusty from lack of use.
It’s dark down here, save for a tiny one-by-one window up near the ceiling. I don’t bother turning on the lights. I like it dark and scary, apparently the way I like my women.
“You have something you want to say to me?” I step into her until she’s backed into the brick wall, nothing but the whites of her eyes and her teeth glowing in this dim light. The sound of our tempered breathing lights up this tomb of a room.
“You have somethingyouwant to sayme?” she huffs the words out hostile, each one its own minty breath.
“Yeah, I do.” I pull her in and dig my fingers into the back of her hair like I’ve been craving for days. “I want to say this.” My eyes close, my lips fall over hers, and Lucky meets me right there with all of her ripe hostilities transferred into this one vengeful kiss. Her tongue dives into my mouth harsher, far hungrier than she was the other night. This is visceral,volatile—hell, it’s downright explosive.
Lucky hikes her legs up over my waist, and her skirt spreads wide over her hips. My hands pull apart the buttons on her blouse, and I lose it. Like some sex-depraved lunatic, I bury my face into her tits and unleash a fury on them. Lucky runs her hands up my shirt and rakes her nails down over my back, drawing blood in the elaborately slow and knifelike process. But not a part of me minds the slicing and dicing of my flesh. Every part of me wants it.
Lucky unbuttons, unzips, and pulls down my pants just enough to dive her hands into my boxers—and it’s go time.
“Shit.” I pitch my head back, eyes closed, and just take in the feel of her hands wrapped tight around me.
In a split second, I free the condom from my wallet and pull back just enough to get a look at her beautiful,beautifulface.
“You want this?” It comes out less than a whisper. A part of me isn’t even sure why I’m asking. I want this in the very worst way.
Her eyes widen as if I’ve just set a dare out before her. Lucky gives the idea of a nod before whispering, “Yes, I want this with you.”
There’s something decidedly sweet about the way she tagged it,with you. It makes me feel special, wanted on some level more than just as a fast fuck, and a part of me holds on to the idea this is true.
I roll on the condom and get back to the task of devouring Lucky Madden’s luscious mouth. My hand traces down to her thigh before traveling to that secret spot I’ve thought about far too often. My fingers glide over her panties, and I can feel her there, her wetness already seeping through. Before I can indulge without the fabric between us, Lucky grabs ahold of my dick and launches me to where I need to be.
Slowly, carefully, I press my way inside her.
Lucky leans her head back so fast she hits the brick wall with a hearty thump.
“Geez—you okay?” I’m jolted out of the moment, lucid as can be, while my dick stands partially in Lucky Madden’s vagina.
Holy mother of all things good and evil. It’s become apparent that I will die quickly by the hands of Jet Crazy as Hell Madden. Our eyes lock, and something magnetic, a force that cannot be described in any human terms, bonds us together on a deeper level.
“I’m better now,” she pants through a smile and pulls me into a hard kiss.
And just like that, I shove Jet out of my mind and lose myself in having the best sex of my life, in a dark, dank laundry room, against a wall—against my better judgment—with a girl I’ve completely lost my mind over.
Everyone seemed to be in on it but me.
I’m sunk. I’ve never felt so strongly—in just about every emotion over anyone. I’m so glad this girl hacked her way into my life—so glad she chose me to pick on that fated night at the Black Bear.
Everything about Lucky makes me so damn happy.
Coming Clean
Lucky
The air is justa touch warmer out than expected as I traipse—hobble—all the way back to Whitney Briggs. Lawson offered to give me a ride, but I all but scrambled my way out of that laundry room and told him I had to get across the street. Which is technically true, but I forgo checking in with Kappa G and make a beeline for Briggs instead.
I can’t believe that just happened! My heart hasn’t stopped its bionic thumping in my ears for the last ten minutes.
