Finally, Rex intervenes. It’s clear he’s far less concerned about the welfare of my neck, but at this point it’s my not neck I’m gunning to please.
He’s offered to whisk Scarlett off to Mirror Lake where his family owns a cabin of their own. And the thought of what he’s going to do with my sister,tomy sister up at Mirror Lake makes my stomach churn. Case in point, I’m not interested in any sex schedule they might be anxious to keep.
Lucky bounces back down the stairs with her backpack bulked up and stuffed to the brim. “I hear there’s a laundry room with our name on it.” She offers up a beaming grin.
“Every room in that place has our name on it.”
We head back to The Row, and I gather a few things before jumping into my truck. It’s usually a long, mind-boggling slow drive up to the family cabin, but I’ve never been so happy to see every scenic outlook whiz on by, never been so quick to get up this mountain. Lake Avalanche is a fun, boisterous, down home kind of a town that caters to families with minivans full of children. But tonight, it’s idyllic and still, with the moon hanging low over its frosted peak. Even though it’s April, there is still enough powder on the north facing roads. And the air outside is damp and crisp as a cool fall night.
We hit the Happy Squirrel Retreat—a name picked out by my siblings and me when we were still part of a carefree nuclear family, prior to our parents’ divorce, prior to the fact I knew that I would later be able to count on one hand how many times I’ve seen my mother face to face in a five-year span. My heart sinks a moment, and I push that painful rejection right out the darkened window.
We park and I scoop Lucky up, racing her to the top of the stairs with a laugh bumping out of both of us. I let us in, only to find the cabin already toasty from Rex and Scarlett’s brief stay, the lights still on in the living room.
“I’ll give you the quick tour once I start a fire,” I say, trying not to pant too hard. Those stairs are a killer without another body in my arms, but Lucky is well worth the workout.
“You’ll give me the tour now, Kent,” she says it curt like the crack of a whip, and my balls ache just dying to be with the girl one more time.
“Your wish is my command.”
“Damn right, it is.” She gives my hair a little tug, and a crooked smile comes to me as I sweep us in the direction of the tiny room in the back.
“Someone is feisty tonight.”
“Tonight?” she balks. “Have you met me?”
“I’ve met you.” I try my hardest to frown. “And to know you is to love you.” That smile she sponsors springs right back to my lips, and I soften as we enter the glorified closet of a laundry room. “And I do love you,” I whisper right over her lips. “You’re it for me. Do you think you can handle this?” I offer up a cocky grin, and it melts away as fast as it came. “Because I’m begging you to have me.” Never in my life did I think those words would ever fly from my mouth, and here I’m bleeding them straight from my soul. “You’re beautiful, Lucky. You are everything I want.” I take a gentle bite out of her lower lip and pull out slowly. “And best of all—you’re mine.”
“I’m yours?” Her eyes sparkle with tears as I kiss her lips.
“Damn right.”
“Does that mean you get to have your way with me?” Lucky dives her curious hands into my jeans.
“Only if you let me.”
“That doesn’t sound very demanding. I always pictured you as some puffed-up ape in the bedroom, barking out orders. You know—on your knees, lick that, suck this.” She gives a quick wink as she dips farther into my jeans.
“Is that what you want?” My heart thumps louder than the words I just whispered. “Say yes,” I mouth right over her lips.
Lucky tips her head back, and her laugh echoes throughout the tiny room, spilling out into the cabin—brightening it up, warming it without the need for a fire.
She digs her fingers into the back of my hair and gives a slight tug. “That’s exactly what I want.”
My hand glides up her back, wrapping a fistful of silky hair around my wrist. Lucky’s hair is downy soft—a thousand luscious feathers I’d love to sleep in. I’ve never felt anything so silky in all my life. I’d give anything to bury myself in it, and that’s definitely on the agenda tonight. I pull her head back slowly, forcing her to look at me. A wicked grin already playing on my lips.
“This is what I want.” I bear into those violet eyes of hers and lose myself in the moment. “You ready to do some laundry?”
A bubbling laugh escapes her as she whips off her sweater, exposing a see-through lace bra the exact hue of her eyes, and I die a little at the sight. Her nipples peer out, pink and hard, already waiting for me to devour them.
“Holy—wow.”
“My eyes are up here.” She flicks my chin until I’m back to gazing right at her. “I owe you an apology.” A lightning quick frown flits over her features. “I may have misled you about my virginity, but only because you were so damn arrogant.” She bites down hard over her bottom lip until it threatens to burst from the pressure. “And I wanted to see what the big deal was—which I still somehow missed out on because I was so taken aback by your moves.” She unbuckles, unzips, and pulls down my jeans just enough to free my hard-on already saluting her before she ever sees it. “Where is it?”
“Are we back to the micropenis? Because,honey,” I grunt out a laugh, “last time I checked, I’m pulling nine solid inches. In fact, it’s probably ten. I am a growing boy.” That wicked grin of mine expands.
“Not that.” Her brows dip like a couple of birds descending in flight. “Your crown? Prince Albert?”
“Oh.” I pull my dick back a moment, trying to stave off the embarrassment of my unpierced penis. “I may have told a little lie of my own.” I wince. “Technically, you assumed I went through with it—everyone assumed. I just didn’t correct anyone. Once Jet had me in his hand—”
