Lady Luck: Ashby Crime Family Romance Book 4

by Winters, KB

  “You’ve been to a sex club?” She didn’t sound horrified, and I nodded, happy to have a drink in my hand.

  “What was it like?”

  “It’s just a place to get off exactly how you like to get off, safely and without judgment.”

  I didn’t tell her that I didn’t go often. Sometimes I needed to relax where no one would judge, and I made no apologies for that. Until now.

  “If kink scares you Vanessa, I totally understand. It’s not everyone’s cup of moonshine.” I tipped my glass to her in a ‘cheers’ motion.

  She shook her head and took a big gulp of the moonshine, wincing slightly. “Holy shit that’s strong!”

  We shared another laugh and I nodded for her to follow me up to the TV room.

  “And it doesn’t scare me. I’m actually a little intrigued, and I’d like to know more.”

  “About what specifically?”

  She shrugged. “I don’t know Emmett. I don’t know what’s out there. That’s why I’m asking.” Her gaze bore into mine as she took a seat on my sectional and crossed her legs.

  “When you put your hand on my throat it scared me. At first.”

  “I’m so damn sorry,” I bit out. I’d seen the fear in her eyes and stopped immediately.

  “Don’t be. The fear disappeared almost immediately and then it…kind of felt good. And that scared me even more. How can those things together feel good?”

  Her confusion was adorable and a turn on.

  “Restricting oxygen flow to the brain, especially at the moment of climax, heightens it, makes it feel more powerful.”

  Her hand shook as she set the glass on the table. “I’ll say.”

  My cock twitched in my pants at her words. “Good to know, but I don’t need it per se, I like it.”

  “Enough to indulge me in trying a few things with me?” she asked coquettishly.

  Fuck yeah. “Sure. What did you have in mind?”

  Vanessa sighed and reached for her glass again, draining it for courage before she turned completely to me and flashed a nervous smile. “The other night, when you asked me to ride your face?”

  “I remember,” I growled. Guiding her through that experience had been so fucking hot, the way she gradually grew bolder and took her pleasure from me. I’d thought about it for the past two nights.

  “Well it got me to thinking,” she blew out a breath. This had to be hard for her—or new. “What if I did that to you? Do you think I’d have the same reaction as you did?”

  It was my turn to drain my glass before I clarified what she was asking. “You’re asking me, a man, if you’d get off from sucking my cock? Because there’s no way I can ride your face.”

  She giggled and shrugged. “Duh. I mean, you seemed to like me sitting on your face. A lot. Maybe I’ll like sucking you off, too?”

  Was she really this innocent? “Do you enjoy giving oral sex?” I didn’t want details but I needed to ask.

  “I’ve never had an orgasm from it, but I’ve also never enjoyed getting it as much as I do. Now.”

  I tried not to read too much into that, but I felt my chest puff out a little and a lightning bolt of warmth spread through my body. “I’m glad.”

  “So, what do you think?”

  It took every ounce of willpower I had not to strip down right there in the TV room and command her to suck me off.

  “I think I have an idea. How do you feel about being tied up? Can’t move and just let the man pleasure you?”

  “It’s a fantasy I’ve…thought about.”

  Sweet God this woman was going to fucking kill me. “More moonshine?”

  “Nah, I’m good.” The words came out breathless and her skin was flushed.

  “Let’s go. I’ll give you a tour along the way.” I winked and held my hand out to her, feeling relief settle around me when she put her hand in mind, a small act of trust that meant something to me. I rushed through the tour and two minutes later we were on the top level at the entrance to my bedroom. “Here we are.”

  “Big bed,” she said with a laugh. “Soft carpet too.”

  A smile spread across my face, and I went to my dresser and pulled out a long black scarf. “This will heighten your arousal.”

  “It will?” She sounded skeptical but the way her eyes darkened told me that Vanessa was already on board.

  “Yeah. You won’t be able to use your hands, no matter how much you want to, and you’ll want to. Trust me.”

  “I do.” The words came out on a whisper, which pleased me.

  “Good.” Standing right in front of her, I kicked off my shoes. Removed my t-shirt. My jeans. My boxers. My cock twitched and strained toward her at the look on her face, equal parts surprise and wanting.

  “My turn,” she whispered more to herself than to me. I saw the moment she gathered her courage and stripped down. Completely. “Tie me up.”

  “You sure?” She nodded, and I leaned in, kissing her softly. Gently.

  “Okay. Turn around.” I wrapped the scarf around her wrists in a figure eight, behind her back. Tight enough that she would feel restrained but not so tight she would panic. “Good?”

  “Yep. Good.”

  Her face was relaxed, no traces of fear anywhere. Just arousal that flared even darker when I guided her down to her knees. “You lead, Nessa. You give me pleasure.”

  She shook her head. “No. I want you to take your pleasure, the way I did. I trust you.”

  Fuck. Me.

  My cock twitched again and Vanessa smiled when I gripped my cock in my hand and began to stroke. “Taste.” Her tongue flitted out and slicked over the tip of my cock, making me groan.

  She was hesitant at first, taking me a little at a time, feeling me out and seeing how much of me she could take in her mouth at once. My cock was so hard it took all my effort not to fuck her sweet little mouth. Then she moaned and turned those blue eyes up at me. Pleading.

  She wanted to experience this and she trusted me to guide her. It wasn’t something I took lightly so I held her face so she couldn’t look away and began to stroke into her mouth.

  “Mmm,” she moaned and the sound vibrated through my balls and up my spine.

  The more I moved, in and out of her mouth, the more she moaned, the shorter her breaths came out. The more her chest heaved. I slid deep, aware I was bigger than average and trying not to hurt her, and she began to shake. To vibrate. And then Vanessa took me deep on her own, bobbing her head with determination to get us both off.

  Deeper and deeper she took me until my legs began to shake.

  “Nessa.” She didn’t stop at my warning, sucking my cock like she couldn’t get enough as her body trembled with need and her orgasm pushed to the surface a moment behind my own.

  She didn’t back away, instead she leaned in and swallowed every drop, moaning as she did, as her body convulsed with desire.

  “Wow. Unbelievable.” The awe, the wonder in her voice turned me on and as soon as I could move my legs, I untied her wrists and tossed Vanessa on the bed.

  “I came just from doing that to you,” she said, her voice full of wonder.

  “And it was so fucking hot,” I told her, “that I’m going to reward you.”

  Her head moved left to right as I reworked the scarf and grabbed another. “By tying me up?”

  I nodded. “By tying you up and eating your sweet little pussy until you beg me stop.”

  Her head fell back on the pillow, and she laughed. “I don’t know, Emmett, you’re so good at it I may never ask you to stop.”

  “Fine by me,” I told her and kissed her body, long and slow, while I tied her arms and legs to the bedposts. I took my time, kissing her spread-eagled body all over until she was breathless once again. Then I tapped on her pussy, swollen and slick with desire. She tried to move her hips up to reach my fingers, pulling on the silk ties. The moan that escaped her mouth when I finally licked her clit had my cock leaking again, but this night was for her.

  St
ubborn woman didn’t tap out until she blacked out during her fifth orgasm.

  It was a night I knew I would never forget.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Vanessa

  Cloud nine. It was one of those expressions you hear people use to express happiness but I always thought it was hyperbole. Until I woke up after my night with Emmett, and I suddenly got it.

  It wasn’t over the top phrasing; it was a literal feeling of floating around. When I left the house for work, it didn’t matter what shoes I had on because I was pretty damn sure they hadn’t touched the ground as I made my way to the car.

  Emmett had turned out to be quite the surprise, my response to him and the things he wanted to do to me, with me, even more surprising. Every time I thought of the way he touched me, the intense heat in his eyes when he looked at me, as he thrust into me, the things he said to me, made me blush and turned me on in equal parts. I swore I spent most of the day on my back, running down my batteries because I couldn’t stop thinking about him. About us.

  Together.

  The chime of my low fuel light was the only thing that pulled me out of the dirty home movie playing in my head and brought me back to the here and now. I frowned at the annoying orange light that shouldn’t be lit because I just filled up the tank two days ago.

  “Great,” I groaned and turned into the first gas station I spotted. I’d have to add taking my car in for service to my list of things to do.

  Not that I had a lot of things to fill my time outside of work, exercise, the shelter, and Emmett, but dealing with a mechanic without Lance wasn’t something I was ready to face. Yet.

  But I would because I had to. Because now it was just me and every little thing fell in my lap. I could admit, at least to myself, that the independence felt good. Incredible even. The reason for it, however, still brought tears to my eyes.

  Thanks to the long line of cigarette buyers inside the station, stopping for gas had put me about ten minutes behind schedule. When I pulled into the parking lot at work, I was distracted. Instead of thinking about upcoming card games that night, my mind was on Emmett, and wondering which of the guys I’d have to worry about tonight, Provo or Evan.

  Out of nowhere I heard an unfamiliar voice call out, “Hey you!” as I stepped from my car.

  I looked over my shoulder and saw a man about twenty feet away. Lean, almost scrawny, his arms, hands and neck were covered in tattoos. I was instantly wary and sure, maybe a little afraid, so I dug to the bottom of my clutch and wrapped my hand around the pepper spray Kat had given me a couple of weeks back.

  Three. Four. Five. I counted how much time I had until the man was in my face. I quickly realized I had to walk as fast as I could in four-inch heels to put as much space as possible between me and the tattooed man. I didn’t know what he wanted, and I didn’t even know who he was, but the angry look on his face said he wasn’t asking me for spare change.

  “Hey bitch, don’t walk away from me!”

  Okay, that was definitely anger and I took two steps forward, contemplating kicking off my shoes and making a run for the door of the card room when someone grabbed me from behind.

  “Going somewhere, sweetheart?” My eyes scanned the parking lot as my head spun around. Where were Hulu and Evan when I needed them?

  The guy’s breath was hot and his voice growly, but the man behind me was short, his hold pulling me so far back I nearly came out of my shoes. So, there were two of them.

  “Shit you smell good. Really fucking good.” He inhaled deeply and ground his slimy hardon against my ass.

  “No! Stop!” It finally occurred to me what these guys had in mind as the tattooed man finally arrived.

  “Oh, we got a feisty one here G!” His laughed turned into a cough right in my ear and made me gag.

  I squirmed to free myself, but the shorter man held me tight. His hand grabbed my breast, and he started flicking my nipple. Oh God, where is Mace? Provo?

  They’re going to rape me right here.

  I closed my eyes and slowed my breathing until I could get my bearings. Then I lifted one leg and stomped down as hard as I could on his foot with my sharp stiletto heel.

  “Bitch!” Instead of releasing me, he grabbed my throat and this time, I did not like it.

  “You shouldn’t have done that.” The tattooed man spoke in a low, soft tone, his voice without anger or humor or malice. He gave me a look devoid of emotion as he raised his fist. The first blow landed on my left cheek full of power and fury.

  I cried out and my knees gave just a little, but he lifted me by the hair and let another fist fly right into my stomach. The couscous salad I’d made for lunch spewed all over his tattoos and the parking lot.

  “Oh, God!” he spat out. The man behind released me, and I dropped to my knees, coughing and throwing up, my left cheek throbbing in pain.

  In the distance, I was vaguely aware of masculine voices yelling, but I was too focused on the pain that took over my upper body to pay much attention. Footsteps sounded behind me and in front of me, and I curled into myself, waiting for the next blow to land.

  Hands wrapped around my body and lifted me in the air, and I kicked and screamed, jerked my head in all directions because it was the only hope I had to avoid being dragged off and assaulted in a thousand different ways.

  “No! Stop! Get your hands off me!”

  “Nessa calm down. It’s me. Emmett.” He squeezed me just a little tighter, his words soft and soothing in my ear. “It’s me. You’re good. Safe.”

  His grip loosened slightly and then a little more, and I opened my eyes, glanced over my shoulder even though I recognized his voice.

  “You good?” he said when I’d stopped fighting him.

  I nodded. “Emmett,” I said in wonder.

  The word came out on a squeak as he lowered me to the ground. My left eye was a little fuzzy but the crunching sound of violence snagged my attention.

  In the next moment the tattooed guy was coming at us, reaching me first. He grabbed me by the hair and shoved a fist in my face, a spurt of blood adding to the pool on my shirt. I cried out as he pulled his arm back for another blow, but all of a sudden, Emmett was on top of him. I fell to the side as Emmett landed fist after meaty fist on the thug’s face and chest.

  “Don’t. Ever. Fucking. Touch. Her.” Each word accompanied by another fist. As violent as it was, I couldn’t look away from the intensity of the moment. Emmett was like a man possessed, in total protective mode. I was transfixed. By him. By the display of power and anger. And violence.

  “You fucking hear me motherfucker?”

  The man was bloody and coughing, beaten to an actual pulp as Emmett raised another fist, releasing another round of pain.

  At that moment, out of nowhere, Mace rushed forward and used his size to stop Emmett from beating that guy to death.

  “Em, bro, that’s enough.”

  “It’s not enough,” he growled. “It’s fucking not.”

  “It is.” Mace didn’t give him a choice, grabbing Emmett’s bicep so he couldn’t land another blow.

  Provo arrived next and Jasper was two steps behind him. “What the fuck happened?”

  Emmett growled at him. “This fuck attacked Vanessa, that’s what the fuck just happened.”

  Mace restrained my attacker he struggled to get loose. “Where the fuck were you guys?”

  Provo opened his mouth, but my voice came out.

  “He called out to me, and before I knew what was happening, the other one grabbed me from behind. I didn’t get a good look at him.”

  I shook my head as tears belatedly fell down my cheeks. My hands trembled and my voice was shaky when I spoke.

  “My car ran out of gas again, and I was running late. That’s why I didn’t call when I got here.” Not only did someone have to walk me to my car at the end of my shift, but for some reason the guys wouldn’t let me walk in the parking lot alone at any time. I had to have an escort as soon as I arrived for work.


  I looked up at Mace who flashed a sympathetic smile. “Sorry.”

  Emmett wiped his hands down the front of his shirt and wrapped me in his arms. “It’s all right, Vanessa. It’s all right,” he cooed in my ear.

  Jasper stepped forward and placed a hand on my shoulder, frowning when I winced at his touch.

  “Nothing to be sorry about, Nessa. It seems they were waiting for you.” His green gaze met Emmett’s. “Take her home and keep an eye on her.”

  “That’s not necessary,” I insisted. “I’m perfectly capable of working my shift. As soon as I freshen up.”

  It was a ridiculous thing to say but I didn’t want to let Jasper down.

  “I said go home.” Jasper demanded. “By the time Emmett gets you home, that eye will be swollen shut, and you’ll have the motherfucker of all headaches. Take care of yourself. That’s what matters now.”

  “What about the game?”

  “Taken care of.” Jasper’s words made me smile because he was such an odd man. So gruff and controlling on the outside, but he had a big heart beneath the strength. Still, business always came first.

  “I’ll be the card girl tonight,” he said with an amused grin.

  “You’ll do great, I’m sure,” I said between sniffles and tears. “Thank you, Jasper. And you too, Emmett. He would have killed me if you hadn’t shown up.”

  I felt like a fool, causing all this trouble for nothing.

  “Take it easy,” Provo growled and stalked off.

  “See you soon,” Mace said and gave my shoulder a sympathetic squeeze. “That’s a promise.”

  I laughed. “I guess that means there’s no getting out of hearing about your date.”

  “Not a chance,” he called out as he walked alongside Jasper back towards the short, nondescript building, his laughter echoing in the night.

  “This wasn’t your fault,” Emmett told me as he guided me to his car and handed me into the passenger seat and fastened the belt across my chest.

  Emmett slid in behind the wheel and I said, “I can’t help but feel like it is. I wasn’t paying attention, and I didn’t call the guys to tell them I was outside.”

  His grip tightened on the steering wheel and Emmett shook his head. “Those guys had to have been waiting for you. Or someone to victimize.”