Lucky: The Irish MC

by West, Heather

  When I pulled away, she was very clearly panting hard.

  “I’m gonna go outside to the truck,” I said with a smirk, sliding out of the booth. “Meet me outside.”

  Ella gazed at me with parted lips. Her breath was coming in damp little bursts. I leaned over and kissed her again, more gently this time. She tasted like strawberries and cream I pulled away and glanced at her, knowing instinctively that she would follow me. Turning on my heel, I swaggered out of the restaurant.

  Chapter Nine

  Ella

  When Mickey pulled away, I felt my heart beating in my chest like a scared rabbit. I watched him walk out of the restaurant with a measured sway to his hips. Was I really going to do it? Was I really going to sleep with him?

  The waitress came back to the table and snapped her eyes at me. “Y’all make a habit of ordering and then walking out on your food?” she asked loudly. I shook my head and handed her a twenty dollar bill.

  “I’m sorry,” I said quickly. “I have to go meet my friend.”

  The waitress glared at me and snapped her gum as I quickly scurried outside. Mickey was hauling himself into the cab of my truck. I felt like salivating as I watched his muscles ripple through the back of his shirt.

  As quickly as my legs would carry me, I walked over and opened the driver’s side door.

  “I’m back here,” Mickey said lazily. His voice was coming from the mattress I’d thrown on the back of the floor behind the seats. I swallowed hard. I was experiencing my first adrenaline rush in years, and I didn’t know what to do. It had been so long since I’d slept with someone, and never like this. Never someone I’d just met, never someone I wasn’t in love with. And furthermore, never someone like Mickey. Never a rough guy with tattoos and scars all over his body. I shivered, remembering the way I’d gotten instantly wet when he’d kissed me in the restaurant. I wanted to feel that again.

  Part of me wanted to tell him off. Who the hell was this guy, anyway? He’d marched into my life and demanded to take me and my crotch hostage. When I saw him reclining on the mattress and grinning up at me, I quivered. I wanted to say, leave! I wanted to say, scram! But I didn’t.

  Mickey reached up and grabbed me. My body tensed and then the anxiety gave way to the most delicious pleasure. As he pulled me down on the mattress, I felt my crotch pulse and thud with arousal. My juices were flowing almost instantly as I pressed my body against Mickey’s and kissed him deeply. Mickey tangled his hands in my brown hair and pulled me down on the mattress, covering my small body with his huge one. He was heavy and bulky but the weight felt good. He stroked his hands down my bare arms, scratching the flesh. When he broke our kiss, he dipped his head to my chest and bit at my nipples through the thin cotton of my shirt. It felt amazingly, insanely good and I shrieked loudly as pleasure flooded my body.

  “You’re delicious,” Mickey murmured, yanking my shirt up and twisting it over my head in a matter of seconds. My flesh pimpled with goose bumps but he rubbed his hands all over my skin. One of his hands was big enough to cover my entire chest, and I moaned as he pinched and rolled my stiff nipples in his giant hands. When he pressed up against me, I could feel his erection poking me in the lower belly. As I tried to wriggle away, Mickey grabbed me and pulled me closer. With clumsy fingers, he undid the snap of my jeans and twisted his hand into my panties. I was so wet that his fingers slid against my skin with no friction, and I gasped as he roughly thumbed at my clit. I could feel a faint sheen of sweat breaking out on my forehead and I closed my eyes and moaned softly as Mickey rubbed me to heights of arousal that I didn’t even know existed.

  “Mmm,” I moaned loudly, closing my eyes and tilting my head back. I was barely aware of Mickey tugging my jeans down my legs and yanking my panties off. Before I knew it, I was naked and splayed out on the mattress beneath him. I reached my hands around to his shirt and tugged it off his head. Shirtless, Mickey looked like a statue of a god. He was incredibly beautiful, with giant pecs and abs that stood out like they were carved from marble. I ran a hand down his bare chest in awe—this was exactly what I’d imagined when I’d first seen him emerging from the box in the back of my rig. Mickey raised his eyebrows at me and I realized I was blushing. Without saying anything, he tugged his pants off. I gaped in amazement as I watched his cock spring free from his pants. It was gorgeous, and the hugest erection I’d ever seen. Thinking about him fucking me with it was almost painful, and as he crawled between my legs, I whimpered.

  Mickey slapped my legs apart with a careless motion of his hand. I spread them and closed my eyes as he crawled between my legs and lowered his head to kiss my belly. I was all too conscious of having not showered for a couple of days, but when I tried to push his head away, he growled and started to kiss and lick my belly. I moaned with desire and dug my hands into his blond hair, pulling him up and on top of me. His cock was poking my soaked labia and I squirmed, desperate for him to be inside of me immediately. As Mickey slammed his hips against mine, his cock tore inside of me. I gasped—it almost hurt—but soon, the pain faded into a warm pleasure that spread throughout my limbs.

  I’d never slept with anyone as powerful or as strong as Mickey. His thrusting started faster and got even faster. Every time his hips slammed against me, a strong current of pleasure rocked through my body. I knew that his pubic bone was ramming against my clit and it was the most intense, stinging pleasure that I’d ever experienced. Before I knew it, I wrapped my legs around Mickey and held him firm. He arched his back, slamming his head onto the ceiling of my rig. He cursed, but he didn’t stop thrusting, and soon he had reached down and picked me up off the mattress, holding me in the air like I was a doll. I groaned as his cock spasmed inside of me. Closing my eyes, pleasure exploded behind my eyelids in fireworks of colors. It was the most intense, hottest sensation that I’d ever felt, and all that I wanted was for it to keep going. I knew that I’d die without it, that I’d die without being fucked by Mickey.

  I screamed his name as I came and dug my fingernails into his back. Mickey growled and tightened his grip on my body. He slammed against me hard and then gasped, howling and arching his back. As his hips deeply pressed against mine, I felt his cock twitch and gush with cum inside of me. The sensation was incredibly pleasurable and sent a new wave of lust through my body.

  Afterwards, Mickey held me tightly. He set me down on the mattress and gently, we pulled away from each other. His head was bleeding and I switched on the overhead light to look at it.

  “You’re gonna need stitches,” I said softly. “Hold on, I’ll get my bag.”

  Mickey frowned. “You’re a doctor, too?” He asked in a gruff voice. He was still panting from the incredible, hot sex we’d just had.

  I laughed. “No,” I said. “At least not yet. I’m rigging to pay for medical school. I only have two semesters left.”

  Mickey looked at me and laughed. “This is too much,” he said, holding his forehead.

  “Hold still,” I ordered as I sanitized my hands and threaded a needle. “This is going to hurt, just a bit.”

  Chapter Ten

  Mickey

  “Ouch,” I complained as Ella tugged the thread through the cut on my scalp. “That fuckin’ hurts!”

  She shushed me impatiently, tugging at the stitches with her deft little hands. “I’m almost done. Now sit still and be quiet, I can’t have you making any movement.”

  I sighed and leaned back on the bench seat. We were still in the parking lot of the truck stop restaurant, and Ella had been patiently stitching at my head for the better part of an hour. I sighed and looked out the window. Ella immediately slapped me on the arm and turned me back around to face her. The overhead lighting was killing my head, and I just wanted to go to sleep. Now that she’d drained me of my cum, I knew that I was free to pass out.

  Ella. Just thinking about her name drove me crazy! She was a wildcat, a little hellcat, even! At least in the bedroom she had been. Now, she was giving me her usual pensive
silence. I wondered if I’d ever see the wild side of her again. Probably not—she was too busy focusing on her work. My head ached, and I put a hand up to shield my eyes from the light.

  All in all, it had been a pretty crazy day. I’d met, seduced, and fucked this little rig driver only to find out that she was putting herself through med school. It was impressive, and not like the kinds of girls I was used to hanging out with. Women loved me, they loved my money, and they loved that I was an outlaw. But Ella didn’t seem to care about any of that. When we looked in each other’s eyes, we were captivated.

  It didn’t sit right with me. I didn’t like being so attached to a woman, and definitely not one as sharp as Ella. I couldn’t even believe that I was feeling attached to her in the first place—we hadn’t even known each other for twenty-four hours. There were so many things about her that I didn’t know. I hadn’t even seen her eat! Chuckling to myself, I flicked my eyes to Ella and watched her face as she continued sewing me up. Her little pink tongue was sticking out of her lips and her eyes were screwed tightly in a look of intense concentration. I thought I could read the thoughts flitting in her mind, and I laughed heartily.

  Ella smacked me on the shoulder. It didn’t really hurt, but I made a show of whimpering and pushing her hand away.

  “I thought I told you to stay put,” she growled. I looked up in surprise. That tone was the closest thing I’d heard to anger coming from Ella. Even when we first met and she was swinging a crowbar at me, I knew it was because she was frightened. She was about as dangerous as a kitten, and much cuter. I knew I didn’t have anything to worry about where she was concerned.

  “Am I going to have a scar, doctor?” I asked, gazing up at her. “Can you give me some good news?”

  “Stop fidgeting,” Ella hissed. She straightened my pose and busied herself readying another thread for more stitches. “I’m almost done, but you have to quit moving. You think your head hurts, wait until I accidentally jab the needle in your eye!”

  I shivered. “Alright, fine,” I relented.

  Ella smirked at me. She looked adorable—exhausted, but very, very adorable. I wanted to tangle my hands in her hair and give her a deep kiss. The thought made my cock twitch inside of my pants.

  Fucking Ella had been one of the best decisions of my life. Even though she just looked like the little brownie girl next door, she was hot, hot, hot! I couldn’t believe how eagerly she’d taken my cock, how she’d begged for it, how she’d screeched and screamed in the throes of her orgasm. It was incredible, it was like no other woman I’d ever been with. Other girls focused too much on looking sexy, on making faces like porn stars and leaning down at stupid angles so I could see their pussy and their face at the same time. But not Ella. She seemed to know exactly what made her feel good, and she’d reveled in it. I remembered the soft touch of her lips all over my body, the feel of her soft skin rubbing against mine. God, it was enough to get me hard again! I closed my eyes and remembered throwing Ella down on the mattress and ripping her clothes off. She’d had the tightest, most perfect little body imaginable. I couldn’t believe she’d been hiding it under those baggy jeans and a tank top. She was one hot number, and I couldn’t believe that I’d made her mine.

  “What are you thinking about?” Ella asked quietly.

  I felt her tug a thread through my skin and I winced. I’d been through some rough injuries in my day, but nothing quite this excruciating. It was a combination of the slow tension and the constant tugging of the thread. It was pretty ridiculous: me, Mickey, member of The Irish, about to cry over getting a few stitches. I should have been boasting and bragging, hell, I shouldn’t have even told her that I needed stitches in the first place!

  “Nothing,” I lied. “Are you almost done?”

  “Almost,” Ella said in the same soft voice. I could see her concentrating on my head harder than ever. “Sorry, I know it hurts.”

  “It’s fine,” I lied again. “So, what’s the story behind medical school?”

  Ella let out a long sigh. “It’s just something I’ve always wanted to do,” she said. “Haven’t you ever had something like that?” She looked at me with a weird expression on her face. “I mean, I guess being in a motorcycle club is kind of like wanting to do something.” She smirked again—that same blend of shy and knowing.

  I rolled my eyes. “Don’t get sassy,” I told her. “And I get that, but why now? You’ve really been working hard for it.”

  Ella sighed again. “You don’t get it,” she said. “I want to help people. That’s all I want to do. That’s all I’ve ever wanted to do. And I was broke and homeless for a long time. I traveled around the country working odd jobs and hitching rides. It was cute until I got to my mid-twenties, and then suddenly, I felt like a failure.”

  I whistled. “That’s some story, kid,” I said, looking around the inside of the cab. It wasn’t new, but it was extremely clean and well taken care of. I knew rigs didn’t come cheap. “How’d you come across this beast you’re driving? I can’t imagine waitressing would have done that for you.”

  Ella shook her head. “I had a…family friend who helped out,” she said, blushing slightly. “He was a friend of my parents. I showed up on his doorstep, alone, without a friend in the world, and he took me in and helped me. He helped me study and pass the exams for med school, and then he let me borrow his rig to use for trucking. That’s how I’ve made money. I rig for a semester or two, then take a semester at school. I only have two semesters left before I graduate, so I’ve really come a pretty long way.”

  I whistled again. “That is impressive. So this family friend…what kind of guy was he?” Ella blushed again and didn’t answer. I imagined some grizzled old man, staring down the front of her shirt while she was studying.

  “He’s really sweet,” she said, as if reading my mind. “He never would have done anything gross. He really cared about me, he wanted me to succeed.”

  “Is he still around?”

  Ella sighed. “He’s in a nursing home. He left me his truck when he started losing mobility. I feel bad, but there isn’t much I can do except go visit him when I’m home. I try to do decent things like that sometimes.” She looked away and I saw that her whole face was covered in a red blush. She hastily wiped a tear away from her eyes and tried to smile. I didn’t have the grace to look away; even when Ella was upset, she was still fuckable.

  “So what if I pay for your schooling?” I asked, leaning back against the bench seat. “Wouldn’t that help you out? You could finish much more quickly, and then you could spend some time with the old man.”

  She shook her head immediately. “No,” she said, before I even had time to push the issue. “No, I can’t do that, Mickey. It doesn’t work like that.”

  I frowned. Women loved my money. One of the perks of being an outlaw was that I basically had a disposable income. If something ever happened, I could always rest assured that I’d be rolling in dough again by the end of the day. And I loved being generous almost as much as women liked taking what I offered.

  “I mean, I can spare it, honey, if that’s what you’re thinking,” I said, grinning at her. When I smiled, the side of my face hurt from the stitches. The anesthetic was beginning to wear off and I was starting to feel grumpier than before.

  “No, that’s not it,” Ella said quickly. “I don’t want to take anyone’s money. I’m doing this for myself. I don’t want to date a criminal,” she said. “I mean, I can’t. I can’t risk anything that would get me in trouble. I can’t do that anymore, that part of my life is over.”

  I narrowed my eyes. “There’s a lot in those words, honey,” I said, feeling slightly offended. “And I never said I was a criminal. And what do you mean by ‘that’s in the past’?”

  Ella shook her head. “Forget I said anything,” she said quickly.

  I grinned. I’d heard all of that before. I saw millions of my girls standing in front of me, telling me they didn’t want to date me. It was easy to
say that, but harder to stick to it. Especially when money and my hard cock were calling out to them. They always changed their minds. Every single fucking time. It was the easiest thing in the world, getting women to change their minds. Especially when I was involved. I was practically a pro at it; it was like a sport to me.

  “You’ll change your mind,” I said confidently. Ella rolled her eyes, but I saw that her body was still angled towards mine. Her breath was coming in hot little bursts and I could practically see her pulse racing from where I sat. “Can I take you on a real date? I’d like to change your mind as quickly as I can,” I said with a grin. “And that’s the best way I can think of doing it.”