“It’s nothing.” I wince. “Okay, it’s something. My stepbrother’s girlfriend has sort of been perusing the menu to see what other courses she might be interested in.”
Lucky huffs in her direction without missing a beat. “I knew that girl was a skank.”
“She’s a cheat!” Ava explodes with indignation just as Grant heads over.
“Who’s a cheat?” Grant holds up a hand. “Let me guess. Justin?”
It’s true. The girls have spent a fair share of their time busting Justin’s balls over this, too.
“Yes, the guy is an idiot,” I start and both Ava and Lucky are thrown into a tizzy. “But that’s not the cheat in question,” I’m quick to inform Grant. “It’s that chick who’s seeing my brother.”
Grant grunts in their direction, “Doesn’t surprise me. She threw out the invite to me at least twice this semester.”
“What?” Ava squawks so loud half the bar turns our way. I’d admit the same, but Lucky might just go over there and claw the girl’s eyes out. And I much prefer Lucky on this side of the prison wall.
“Don’t worry about it.” Grant pulls her in, and they begin to sway to the music. He gets that goofy grin on his face and starts pecking at her lips. “You’re it for me.”
I pull Lucky a few feet away and press my hips to hers. “You want to dance, princess?”
“Only if you’re a prince. Oh, wait, youare.” She bats those thick lashes at me, and I’m sunk. “You’re my prince.”
“Damn straight.” I tuck a kiss just under her ear. I’m still not ready to devour Lucky in public, especially not when Hammer Fist Jet is a mere twenty feet away.
“So I’ve been thinking.” She rolls up the sleeve of her sweater and lands her marred tattoo between us. “It’s time to say goodbye to the motorcycle riding duck.”
“It’s more of a moped, but I completely agree. Have you decided what you’re going to replace it with?” I have no doubt that Jet can transform this disaster into theMona Lisaif Lucky so wished.
“Yes. I’m going to write something special, and it has to do with you.”
“Me, huh?” I give her a twirl, and her hair follows us like a thick, black scarf. Lucky’s hair holds the scent of jasmine and night magic. Everything about Lucky is magical. “Let me guess. You want to etch the wordsLawson Kent has a macropenisonto your arm so you can recall how wrong you were forever.”
Lucky tips her head back, and her entire body bucks with a laugh.
“All right, sweetie,” I whisper. “It wasn’t that funny.”
“Right.” She dabs the corners of her eyes with her pinkies “Actually, I was thinking ofLucky in Love.” Her cheeks pinch bright pink. “Because thanks to you—I am.”
“Lucky in love.” I give her another twirl. “I promise, with me around, you always will be. And I plan on being around.” I peck a kiss over her cheek. “A very long”—another kiss to her temple—“long, time.”
Jet and Daisy strut up, Daisy with that perky little grin of hers, and Jet about as moved as a statue. “All right, you two. Break it up.”
“We’re taking off for the night.” Daisy pulls Lucky into a quick embrace.
“Hey.” Lucky shoots me a wild-eyed look that ensures she’s cooking up something that might just go sideways. “Do you think we could stop by the shop?” She dips her knees as she silently pleads with her brother. I already know the answer. Jet can no sooner deny Lucky than I can. “I think I’m ready for thattat.”
Within minutes, the four of us take off for Jepson, straight to Think Ink, and Jet leads us to the exact room where he once held my dick in his hand. Now there’s a memory for you.
Lucky hops up on the chair while Daisy sweeps her arm clean with rubbing alcohol. I take the seat beside the love of my life and take up her hand.
“Give it a squeeze if you need to.”
“Can I break it?” Those lavender roses in her eyes round out in full bloom. Lucky isn’t kidding. Her fear of needles rivals my fear of having another hole drilled into my junk.
“I don’t see why not—season’s over.”
Jet and Daisy share a quick chuckle. “That’s why I like you.” Jet shakes his head as if refuting himself.
“That’s why I’m keeping him.” Lucky pulls me in by the back of the neck and sinks a kiss over my lips. “For good luck.”
