“Ugh.” Lucky looks ready to vomit. “My brother held your—”
“Junk,” I finish for her. “I couldn’t do it. Why mess with nature any more than you have to, right?”
“Sort of like this.” She holds out her arm at her ode to tats gone wrong. “I’m not exactly running to Think Ink waiting for him to knife me up.” Her lips curl up on one side. “You’ll have to come with me when the time comes. You know, hold my hand.” She bites down over her lips as if holding back a laugh. “Hey, you want me to go with you and hold your—”
“No. It’s not happening. Besides, you really want your brother holding my dick while you hold my hand? That’s going to make for a lot of awkward Thanksgivings for years to come.”
“Lots of Thanksgivings?” There’s a hopefulness exuding from her that I have never seen before. “You think you’ll survive my curse?”
“Unless Jet takes me out, I’m not going anywhere.” My fingers sweep the hair away from her eyes. “Lucky, you’re the family I’ve been craving deep down all these years. I thought I needed my mother back to complete me, but I was wrong. I just needed you.”
A gentle sigh expels from her as I lean in and close my mouth over hers. Her teeth, her tongue, that lava hot mouth. I could easily spend a year doing exactly this, never coming up for air, food, or sleep. Lucky is the air I need to breathe, everything I need to nourish my hungry soul—and who the hell needs sleep when her body is pressed to mine?
Clothes disband as quick as we can remove them. Shoes fly like missiles, and we laugh as one of my sneakers bounces right out of the room. I hoist her up on the washing machine and pull her knees over my shoulders.
I may have come out the sole victor last time, but this time Lucky comes first.
Lucky in Love
Lucky
Lawson Kent staresup at me from between my thighs with those green headlamps he calls eyes, and my entire body quivers with anticipation.
An entire litany of excuses begs to tumble from my lips, starting with why I should not be seated on top of this ice-cold washing machine, but I can’t get a single word out. Lawson dives over my thighs and bathes them with kisses, working his way up until he hits home, and an unexpected cry escapes from my throat. It’s clear Lawson is eager to take me from virgin to sexual superhero in a single bound, and as much as I’d love to don that cape—
“Shit,” I whisper as his mouth moves over me in long hot waves. Lawson Kent is making out with the most excited—most forbidden part of my anatomy, and it’s all I can do to dig my fingers in his hair.
“Relax.” He gives my thigh a light tap, and I choke out an incredulous, albeit short-lived laugh.
“Slap me again and see what happens,” I whimper and giggle at the same time, struggling to get the words out.
A dark laugh comes from him as he grazes me with his teeth, and I jump.
“Did you just bite me?”
“If you’d behave, I wouldn’t have to.” He looks up with his lids just this side of closed, a contented drugged look on his face. “Lie back. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
I lower myself to my elbows while Lawson gets straight to work on his promise. It doesn’t take long for my legs to wrap around his back, my nails to all but scalp him. A hard series of moans work their way up my body from my belly to my throat as I struggle to pull him off. Intense isn’t the right word to describe the explosion of feel-good sensations Lawson’s tongue is able to unleash in me.
A sharp groan comes from me as he winds me tighter and tighter, my entire body coiling around the spell of his tongue. As disgusting as the thought might be, Lawson is clearly a master at the conjugal trade, and I’m reaping the benefits of his long tenured apprenticeship.
“Lawson.” My knees beg to buckle as I snap them over his head, but he’s slow to relent. Instead, he picks up his pace and sends me cresting in a wave so high and powerful I never thought possible. I’ve had orgasms before, by my own hand, quite literally, but this wasn’t the child’s play I was dabbling in. This is the pros, and Lawson Kent has just rounded out all of the bases. And lucky for me? It’s fireworks night. And the best part? The grand finale is just the beginning.
My entire body quakes over him, as a band of relief pulls across my body. I pull my legs together, and he runs his kisses straight up my body, planting a hot kiss that holds my own scent square on my lips.
“You are a freak,” I pant into his ear. “Now get me off this thing.” I give his ear a tug and smile right over his lips. “I need a decent place to sit.”
“I can arrange that.” He pulls a condom up from seemingly thin air. “But first I need to put the seat cover on. Rumor has it you’re soaking wet.”
“Oh, you’re a comedian in the bedroom.”
“Only in the laundry room.” He rolls it on with quiet amusement. “Come here.” He pulls me down, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he navigates his way inside of me. I take in a breath and hold it as Lawson fills me deeply.
“Breathe,” he whispers into my ear. “I promise I’ll go slow. Don’t let me hurt you.”
“I like it fast—and the more pain the better,” I spit it out so fast I almost believe it. “On second thought.” I sink deeper and close my eyes. “The seat you have for me is rather vexingly large and impossibly hard. It’s impaling me like crazy.”
“You make me crazy.” His loud breathing penetrates my ear, riding a heat wave through me that tracks all the way down to where our hips lie conjoined. Lawson digs his fingers into my hips and moves me slowly over his body. My head tips back, and I close my eyes as I enjoy the ride.
