by Dixon, Ruby
It might be the case. I shrug. I’ve come to terms with my…luck, such as it is. “Just lots of things, really. Jerome says I got him sent off to prison, even though Gem says it’s not true.”
“Jerome’s your brother?”
I nod. “We got pulled over in my car when I was sixteen, and Jerome told me to act casual. I wasn’t real good at acting casual.” My smile is rueful. “They found a ton of heroin in my car with Jerome’s fingerprints all over it, and when they pulled it out, I couldn’t hide my shock. So Jerome went away for thirty years. Three strike law and all that.” I toy with the bottle in my hands. “All because I have a shitty poker face.”
“You’re lucky he didn’t get you sent away to juvie,” Solo tells me.
“Yeah,” I say flatly. There’s that word again—lucky. “And then there was the time I dated Lenny. He and I dated for about six months a few years back. I thought he was going to make me his old lady. Turned out he had a lot of ‘potential’ old ladies on the side. We got into a big fight and I slashed one of his tires before I rode off.” My mouth purses over the next part. “He stopped at a bar to get a drink, got into a fight with one of the Eighty-Eight, and they offed him. My fault, though, because he wouldn’t have been at the bar if it wasn’t for me.”
“So how is that your fault?”
“Because we were dating, and I’m unlucky.”
“I remember Lenny. He stuck his dick into anything moving. So are there a bunch of girls running around with the name of ‘Lucky’ now?”
I give him a look. It’s clear he doesn’t understand. “I’m just bad luck, Solo. You need to realize it…and probably keep your distance.”
“Fuck that,” he says, and pulls out his phone.
“What are you doing?”
“Calling your brother to tell him what happened,” he says. “Go get yourself another beer.”
I hesitate. Gem’s going to be pissed as fuck. But I know Solo’s just doing his job as a full-patched member of the Butchers, and I don’t blame him. I don’t move from the couch, either. Instead, I stare at Solo, waiting as the phone rings and rings. Just when I think it’s about to flip to voicemail, Gem picks up.
“What?” I hear my brother’s voice faintly through the phone. It’s quickly followed by loud female moans and another male one, probably Dom.
Oh, eek. My brother and Dom are in the middle of having sex with someone. I blanch and race for Eric’s kitchen. “Grab me another beer, too,” he tells me, and then, to Gem, says, “It’s Solo. We had some trouble tonight, man.”
I’m a big chicken who’s a little wigged out at the thought of hearing more of my older brother having a threesome with his best buddy and a random girl, so I hide in the kitchen while Solo talks to Gemini. I’m also a big chicken because I know Gem’s going to be pissed as hell and I don’t want to be around to hear the yelling. So I pull two beers out of Eric’s fridge and then I poke around in his kitchen a bit longer, being nosy. Despite the girly decor, it’s clear it’s a man’s kitchen. There’s nothing but beer in the fridge and a bag of chips on the counter. He’s got one sauce pan, two plates, and two coffee mugs that were clearly lifted from a local diner, seeing as how they have the logo. Total guy shit. His pantry is hilarious, because it’s filled with ramen noodles and more chips. Hilarious, and kind of adorable.
I’m still being nosy and poking through his cupboard when he comes into the kitchen and tosses his phone down on the counter. “See anything you like?” he asks me, and there’s a light note in his teasing voice that makes me relax a little. Maybe things aren’t so bad.
“Oh yeah,” I tell him. “If there’s ever an apocalypse, I know where to come for noodles.”
Eric grins, and takes one of the beers from my hands. He doesn’t look annoyed that I’ve been snooping.
“So,” I say, since he’s not volunteering information. “What did Gem say?”
“Said we’d meet in the morning and discuss what to do. He’s busy at the moment.”
“So I heard,” I said, opening my new beer and grimacing. The girl he was fucking was making a lot of damn noise. “He didn’t blow his top about the Henchmen?”
“He just wanted to make sure you were safe, number one. I told him I had you covered.”
My face gets hot, because I think of what his hands were doing earlier. Parts of me were covered, all right. “Yeah. Thank you again.”
“Don’t thank me. You’re a Bedlam Butcher, even if you don’t have the patch.”
That’s…the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me. I get a little misty and stare pointedly at my beer as I drink. “So, is he sending someone to take me home?”
“Nope,” Eric says, and his voice is a lazy, sexy drawl. “Said I’m to keep you in sight at all times until tomorrow morning. Late tomorrow, judging from things.”
“Gee, I hope I didn’t interrupt his booty call,” I say sarcastically.
“You did. He was about to head over here to get you, but I calmed him down.” Eric’s watching me pointedly. There’s an undercurrent between us, and I’m not sure what to read from his body language. “So you’re fine with me for tonight.”
“Oh,” I say. “Sorry if I’m imposing.”
He shakes his head. “Not an imposition in the slightest. In fact, it works perfectly with my plans.”
And then Eric steps forward and hitches one finger into the belt loop of my jeans, and drags me closer to him.
Oh.
Just like that, my pulse goes wild again.
My lips are dry. “You have…plans?” God, why does my voice choose now to squeak?
“Yup,” Eric says, and tugs me even closer.
“You sure you want to touch me?” I ask him. “I’m not very lucky for most people.”
“Most people are idiots,” he tells me. “I make my own luck.”
“Gem know about this?”
“Don’t see how it’s any of Gem’s business who I fuck,” Eric tells me, and then he pulls me in for a hot, wet kiss that leaves me weak in the knees. His words are all talk, because we know it’s Gem’s business who we fuck. Gem runs the club, and the club comes first. But it’s clear Eric doesn’t want to deal with this tonight, and hell, neither do I.
Lucky just wants to get lucky, dammit.
So I fling my arms around his neck, all protests vanishing, and kiss him with all the pent-up passion I’ve been holding in. My tongue slicks against his and then we’re going at each other, hot and eager, as if we didn’t have a pet-down session not an hour ago. To be honest, it’s only whetted my appetite for him, and I can still feel how slick I am between my legs. And I ache there. I need to be filled up, to be crammed full of his cock until I’m screaming out his name and scratching my claim onto his chest.
Eric seems to realize my eagerness, because he tears at my shirt, tugging it loose and then over my head. My bra is flung away with as much ferocity, and them he pushes me up against a wall, his hands going to my tits. He squeezes them as he kisses me again, and then his fingers tug at my nipples. My knees nearly buckle at the flood of sensations, and I brace myself against the wall before I can topple over because it feels so good.
“So, Penny,” Eric breathes against my mouth, and his fingers continue to stroke my nipples until they feel hard as diamonds. “You want it slow and easy, or hot and dirty?”
Oh God. Choices, choices. “Hot and dirty,” I tell him, and suck on his lower lip. My hand slides to the front of his pants and rubs against his hard cock. I definitely want it hot and dirty and fast. I don’t think I can handle a languid bout of sex right now. My entire body feels primed as it is.
“Fuck yeah,” he tells me, and gives my breasts another squeeze before he grabs me by the hips, hauls me onto his cock, and then presses me against the wall again.
I gasp at the sensation of his clothed cock pressing against my cunt. Even though there’re layers of fabric separating us, I’m going fucking wild at the feel of him. My body’s anticipating him slidi
ng home, and I can’t wait.
“You have gorgeous little tits,” he tells me, giving them another squeeze to emphasize the compliment. “Makes a man want to stick his cock between them and ride you until I come on your face.”
He’s dirty talking to me, and oh God, it’s sexy as fuck. I whimper, rocking against his hands, his cock, anything I can do to let him know I’m ready now-now-now. “Condom,” I gasp.
“Bed first,” he tells me, and his arms wrap around my waist and he carries me as if I weigh nothing. He pulls me into a nearby room and flings me down on the mattress.
As soon as he does, I’m scrambling to get out of my jeans and soaked panties. As soon as I toss them onto the floor, I realize he’s getting undressed, too, though without the same urgency I show.
Fine then, he needs a bit of encouragement? I can do that. I watch him undress, and I bite my lip, then slide a hand between my thighs and begin to touch my clit. I’m so wet that as I rub, my flesh is making slick noises. His nostrils flare, and I can tell he likes the view. I open my legs wider so he can have more to appreciate.
He takes it for a different kind of invitation. He chucks his shorts and instead of climbing on top of me, he drops to his knees next to the bed and tugs my hips down toward him.
Then, he buries his face between my thighs, into my dripping cunt.
I cry out with pleasure as his mouth finds my clit. His tongue moves over it, circling like my fingers were, and my hands go to his hair, instead, so I can hold him there until I get off. It’s not going to take much; my thighs are already trembling with each stroke of his tongue.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he tells me, and it makes me even more aroused. “And you’re so goddamn wet.”
I want to tell him that I need this, need him, but I’m only capable of making incoherent little noises as he continues to suck and tease at my pussy. He licks the wet lips of my cunt and drags his mouth up and down. When he spears his tongue into the entrance of my cunt, though, I lose control. An orgasm blasts through my body, locking my muscles and tearing a scream from my throat.
“Goddamn, you are hot, Lucky,” he tells me. He presses a kiss to my quivering flesh before getting to his feet and heading to a nearby nightstand. I watch in a daze as he pulls out a string of condoms, rips one off, and then tears it open. He smooths it on to the monster between his legs that I haven’t even had the chance to put my mouth on yet, and then returns to the bed. “On your stomach,” he tells me.
I obey, even though I’m boneless and quivering at this point. Sexy Jell-o. That’s what I am. But I manage to flip over, and as soon as I do, he grabs my hips and hauls my ass into the air, then parts my knees. I obey, sinking down low onto the blankets and pressing my cheek there, so my ass raises into the air. My ass and my wet, wet cunt that needs to be filled up like, yesterday.
“Now that is one sweet view,” Solo tells me, and his fingers glide over my spread pussy, slicking my juices everywhere and making me quiver uncontrollably. I’m still incredibly sensitive despite my recent orgasm, and I can feel another one is just on the cusp. I’ve always been extremely sensitive in bed, and I love a good multiple-orgasm. I’m hoping Solo realizes how primed I am and helps me along.
He sinks a finger—no, wait, maybe it’s two—deep into my cunt and begins to pump them in and out. “Look how wet you are for me, Penny. You want my big thick cock in here? Filling up this sweet pussy of yours?”
“God, yes,” I moan into the blankets. I’m clenching around his stroking fingers, full of need again, just like that. “Please, Eric, I need to be fucked.” I wiggle against his hand and spread my knees wider, trying to lift my ass into the air in supplication.
In response, he pulls his fingers from my sheath and spanks my ass with one wet hand. “That’s what I like to hear, baby.” One hand grips my hip, and I barely have time to beg for more of his hand when he fits the head of his cock at my entrance and then slams home.
And I give an undignified squeal. It’s a mix of pleasure, pain, and delicious shock. It’s been a while since I’ve had sex, and Solo’s got big equipment. I’m wet as hell, but it’s still a tight fit and it pinches for the first moment. Then, that delicious sensation of being utterly filled takes over and I moan with sheer pleasure.
“That’s right,” he murmurs. His hand slides over my ass and my lower back, and then he grips my hip again and thrusts fucking hard. Once. Then, he pulls almost all the way out and does it again, driving into me with such force that I slide across the blankets a few inches. And he doesn’t stop.
And I love it. God, I love it. He’s not being careful with me in the slightest, and I eat it up. I groan with every thudding stroke he pounds into my cunt, and he’s moving so hard and fierce that his balls slap against my pussy as he fucks me, and that creates an entirely different set of sensations that drive me wild.
A few more thrusts, and I’m crying out his name, begging for another release. “Please!”
“Please what, Lucky? Please fuck this tight pussy of yours?” He rocks into me again, and his hand slaps my flank once more.
“Please make me come!”
“I thought you came against my mouth,” he teases.
“Again,” I demand. And since he’s not listening to me, my hand goes to my pussy and I start to play with my clit as he continues to pound into my cunt.
“Nu-uh,” he tells me. “That’s mine tonight.” And his hand pushes aside mine and he begins to finger my pussy even as he presses deeper into me.
I scream as another, harder orgasm sweeps over me. This one makes my entire pussy clench hard, rippling and tight around his cock, and I’m squeezing him hard even as every inch of my body feels squeezed with the fierce orgasm. “That’s right,” he murmurs between clenched teeth. “That’s fucking right, Lucky. You’re mine.”
And he drives into me again before he loses control himself. I’m pretty sure my brains have been fucked into oblivion as his thrusts change to slow and ragged, and then he rolls both of us over onto our sides, spent and panting.
We’re spooning and trying to recover our breath, but even as we do, his hand moves to my breast and clasps it possessively.
I am all his tonight, it seems. And I don’t mind this in the slightest.
Chapter Three
I wake up the next morning to a hard cock pressed against my buttocks, and a hand sliding between my thighs. Solo wastes no time, it seems, because he moves straight for my clit and begins to tease it with his fingers. I moan and press back against him, and it only encourages him to move his fingers faster, driving me crazy.
“Hold that thought,” he murmurs against my ear, and I make a noise of protest as his hand leaves my pussy. But then I hear the tear of a condom wrapper and he shifts behind me, and I know I’m about to get just what I need, and soon.
When he has the condom on, he pushes his hand back between my legs again, and slicks his fingers between my labia. “You wet for me, Penny?”
I nod and reach backward for him, running my hand along those sexy sideburns that drive me so freaking wild. They felt incredible against my thighs last night.
“Good,” he murmurs, and he lifts one thigh and then pushes into me from behind. Then, we’re joined, side by side, and he begins to rock slowly into me, his movements not as bone-jarring and intense as last night, but slow and delicious.
“Mmm,” I murmur, loving the way he feels as he rocks into me over and over again, unhurried, as if he has all day to do nothing but sink into me and make me feel good. And I kind of like that thought. Of hours of endless pleasure, of his skin against mine, locked in sex…
But in the next moment, his hand steals toward my clit again, and he begins to rub it. All the languidness evaporates, and I begin to rock against his hand and his cock, unable to help myself. I’m moaning and arching and pushing against his fingers with every thrust, every tickling circle of his fingertips against my clit.
And I’m coming in mere moments, instead of the hours I
anticipated. It feels so good I can’t even be upset. Eric knows my body, just how I like to be touched, and he’s making sure I come nice and hard before he gets his. By the time I start to come down from my orgasm, he clutches my hips and slams me down on his cock, and I feel his cock pulse inside me with the force of his orgasm. I smile to myself as his entire body seems to tighten against mine, and then he wraps his arms around me and buries his face against my neck for a long, long moment.
“Thanks,” he murmurs.
My brows furrow. “Thanks?” What an odd thing to say. You don’t thank a girl after you make her come. You thank her when she hands you a towel or fetches you a beer from the fridge.
“Was that the wrong thing to say?” Solo nuzzles my neck. “How about ‘nice cunt’?”
I snort. “Try again.”
“Good job?”
Now I’m just giggling. “You need to work on your pillow talk, Eric. I’m starting to see why you’re single.”
He caresses my arm. “I have my reasons.”
Reasons for his pillow talk, or reasons why he’s single? I fall silent and stare at the wall, blinking. I don’t want to be the first one to move away, to get out of our cozy nest of skin and sex and blankets. In here, I’m safe and the world fades away. I think I could cheerfully hide for the next month or so and not give a damn.
But it doesn’t last. Good things never do. Eric caresses my hip and then gives it a pat. “Since I’m a gentleman, I’ll let you have the shower first. Then we need to go say hello to your brother and see what the battle plan is.”
My stomach curdles. “Battle plan?”
“Yup,” he says, and he rolls away, his cock leaving my pussy and I feel all hollow and bereft. “The Eighty-Eight came after you. They’re sure as fuck not going to get away with it.”
• • •
Since we’re trying to keep a low profile, we take Eric’s Honda Accord to Crandall’s Roadhouse, a favorite hangout of the Butchers. I tease him about how very normal his Grocery Getter is, since his bike is all ape-hangers and bobbed chrome. But he only smiles at me and puts a possessive hand on my thigh as he drives. And I like it.
