Lucky Chase

by Milly Taiden

  She licked her lips, her gaze stuck on the bowls with the ice cream.

  “You sure you want to eat this before dinner?” he asked.

  She nodded so fast, he couldn’t help but enjoy the fact that she was in his home. With him. Spending time together. She was moaning the moment a spoonful of ice cream and cookie went into her mouth. He’d have her moaning in bed later. In the future, once they lived in the house together, he’d make cookies and bring them to her in bed. He bet she’d love that.

  “Oh God…this is…so…good!”

  His cock jerked. Hell, his balls were aching from her moaning. He cleared his throat, hoping she’d get the hint that it was a cruel and unusual punishment for her to moan like she was getting ready to come, without him being able to do anything.

  Her gaze lifted and met his. Arousal filled her brown eyes. “This is really good, but I know something that tastes even better.”

  Holding the spoon dripping ice cream midway to his mouth, he stared at her. She licked the front of the spoon, running her tongue over the indentation and then circling around to the curved side.

  “I find that hard to believe, with the way you’re licking that spoon.” He dropped a hand to his lap and gripped his cock over his pants. His shaft ached with the need to be inside her.

  She smiled—a flirty little grin—and stood. “Oh, I know exactly what tastes better than this ice cream.”

  He tensed, watching her come closer to him.

  After shoving his chair back, he inhaled sharply when she straddled his lap.

  “You,” she said, twining her arms around his neck, her nails raking the back of his head, “are much better tasting than ice cream.”

  He slid his hands behind her back, gripped her ass, and groaned when she wiggled over his cock. She kissed his jaw—soft, light kisses that only helped to harden his cock more.

  The heady mix of her sexy perfume and her own scent made it difficult to keep desire under control. She gripped his hair and kissed him. Hard. Fire raced down his spine, straight to his cock. He squeezed her cheeks harder.

  Rougher. She moaned and rocked over him, ratcheting up the passion running rampant in his veins. Mindless need enveloped them. He wanted to devour her every time she mewled into their kiss.

  Their tongues rubbed and glided sensually over each other. He turned dominant with the kiss, shoving his tongue further into her mouth, possessing every crevice and exploring her sweet depths.

  She tore away from him and immediately brushed tiny kisses over his jaw and down to his neck. His shirt buttons popped open. Finally. Next he needed to get her naked. His chest was naked for her touch.

  “Sweetheart…I thought we were taking things slow.” He groaned. She sucked his collarbone and flicked her tongue over his nipple.

  “Slow…later…want…you…now,” she moaned into his chest.

  She licked his nipple, twirled her tongue in circles over his tiny bud, and bit.

  “Fuck!”

  She chuckled and slid off his lap to kneel in front of his chair. He watched her unbuckle his pants, his zipper hissing on its decent. She glanced up at him. Her eyes turned into opaque pools of need, entrancing him with their dark brown depths.

  “Lift up, Mr. Sexy.”

  He’d have grinned if she didn’t look so damn hot saying that while yanking his pants down. His aching cock sprang free a moment later.

  “Mmm.”

  He choked on a breath. She gripped the base of his cock, and wasting no time, lapped at him from root to tip. Pre-cum oozed out of his slit. She licked at his mushroomed head, laving him with her saliva before popping it into her hot mouth.

  Slick heat enveloped his dick in a tight caress when she sucked, dancing her tongue in swift, juicy circles. She pulled his cock out of her mouth, shiny, coated with her saliva. Their gazes met the minute she peered up at him.

  “I knew you’d taste better.”

  She jerked him in her small grip, which didn’t go all the way around his girth, making more moisture drip from his slit. His body tensed tighter. Need gathered inside him, urging him to get inside her tight, wet sex.

  She used the moisture from her saliva to jerk him faster and returned to sucking him deeply into her mouth. She took him farther this time, pulled back and shoved him down her throat again. It was dirty, sexy, and so fucking hot; he knew if she kept it up he was going to come. And was he a bastard or what? The thought of coming all over her dress turned him on even more.

  Pricks of electricity gathered in his spine, readying his cock for climax. He pulled her off him. She licked her lips and he yanked her up for a kiss. It was rougher than he’d wanted. He couldn’t control the basic urges riding him.

  He bit her lip, sucked, and overpowered her with his kisses. Her response only served to inflame him more. She moaned, jerked him with one hand and dug the nails of the other into his shoulder.

  He pulled her up to her feet. Her dress came off in two seconds flat, the soft material pooling on the floor with a soft whoosh. He toed off his shoes and pants, uncaring where anything landed.

  Clothes were strewn and shoes kicked out of the way, their lips still locked in a kiss so hungry, he felt consumed by the fire she lit in his veins. Caressing her naked body was the highlight of his day. She was soft, smooth, caramel perfection. Her curves enticed him to taste every single inch of her.

  When their lips parted, she was panting, her face flushed and her lips swollen from his kisses. He wanted to roar and tell the world she belonged to him.

  He reached into the pocket of his discarded pants, pulled out a condom and turned to her. “Come on.”

  “Where are we going?” Her eyes went wide with confusion, but she allowed him to guide her outside the glass door that connected to the patio. A pristine Olympic-sized pool sat a few yards away.

  He led her toward the shallow end of the pool, dropped the condom by the stairs, and turned to her.

  She hadn’t voiced a complaint or hesitated, and he loved it. “Sit down, sweetheart.”

  A small frown puckered her brow. She did as he asked, sat on the stairs with water lapping over her ankles. He went down a few steps, sank to his knees, and watched arousal flare brighter in her eyes. She’d figured out what he was about.

  “Spread your legs for me. Show me that pretty pink pussy again.”

  She moaned and opened her legs wide, until he could see her glistening folds calling him for a taste.

  “Baby, you’re so wet.” He rubbed two fingers between her pussy lips, loving the way she whimpered.

  Cool water rippled around his legs as he bent forward and moved his head between her thighs. She leaned back, widening her legs and bracing herself on her elbows. He licked her deeper and she shuddered.

  “Oh…yes…”

  He loved the hitch he heard in her voice. It incited him to bring her to the edge and watch her fall. Her musky scent drove the hungry part of him to taste more of her. He slipped his tongue into her, licking and sucking on her essence. She tasted of sexy woman, better than ice cream and the chocolate she loved so much.

  Her legs shook. She moaned, groaned, and whimpered for him to keep going. It was empowering to know he was bringing her so much pleasure. He licked down to her dark anal entrance, knowing he’d soon get to fuck the tight hole, and sucked his way up to her clit.

  “Oh!”

  She tensed. He delved his tongue in and out, fucking her with it.

  “Yes! More!”

  Twirling circles over her tight little pleasure nubbin, he felt her body vibrate with her need to come. He sucked her clit and flicked his tongue over it, hard and fast. And that’s when she snapped. She jerked, screamed, and her body shook with the force of her release.

  Lucky was dazed and still suffering from slight shockwaves after the orgasm Jared gave her. She tried to blink her eyes into focus, but her vision was hazy. Goddamn, that man was going to kill her. Oh, but what a way to go.

  Her pussy throbbed again. It di
dn’t matter that she’d just come hard or that he seemed to be the first man to make her body shake and convulse like that. Nope. All her body knew was it wanted him inside her, stroking her with his steel length and bringing her back to the precipice of bliss.

  He glanced up, his face tight with need. He held out a hand. “Come here.”

  She sat up, slipped a hand into his and stood. He guided her farther into the pool, until the water was lapping at her breasts. He caressed her face with wet fingers.

  “I don’t know why I need you so much, but it only seems to grow. I can’t stop wanting you.”

  Her breath abated at the possession he displayed looking down at her body. He slid his hands up and down her spine, bringing her body flush over his. Their lips met in a soft, heart-melting kiss.

  Her back hit the side of the pool and she curled her legs around his waist. He lifted her by her ass and slid her down his cock until he was balls-deep inside her.

  Fire raged in her pussy. In her blood. Hell, her entire body was blazing. He slid in and out of her in smooth drives. She held on to him, moaning into his mouth.

  Every thrust into her pussy made her tremble with anticipation. Tension gathered inside her, almost like the lava bubbling inside a volcano, waiting for the perfect moment before it burst free and flowed seamlessly.

  He thrust harder, with an edge of desperation that mimicked the need inside her body. Tearing her lips from his, she groaned and threw her head back. He licked at her neck, biting and sucking on her jaw and throat.

  “God, you’re tight and feel so good.”

  She panted. Air fought its way into her lungs. “You feel damn good inside me.”

  She whimpered, loving how hard and rough he turned. Her pussy was scorched by how badly she needed to come again.

  “Please…”

  He slipped a hand between their bodies and rubbed her engorged clit. He kissed her jaw and licked her earlobe. “Come over the edge for me, baby, I’ve got you.”

  His words, said with so much conviction, destroyed the barriers inside her heart. The tight ball of nerves inside her broke. She screamed his name without meaning to when her orgasm tore through her with the force of a category 5 hurricane. It struck with devastating speed and catastrophic impact. She convulsed, her body continuing to shake through the waves of pleasure.

  Still trying to catch her breath, she moaned when he quickened his thrusts, until he stiffened in her arms and sucked on her neck. He groaned, shaking with his own orgasm.

  “You’re incredible.”

  His words were a soft rumble by her neck. She held on to him, hugging him tightly, and smiled when he moved them farther into the cool pool water.

  “Stay with me tonight.”

  She gazed into his face and felt her heart flutter. He was staring at her with a soft look in his eyes. How was she supposed to say no to him when he gave her those kinds of smiles?

  “Okay.” Like a game of poker, she knew there were risks. But she decided to hold and see where the cards fell.

  They slid farther and farther along the side of the pool, into the shadows away from the lights of the house. In the dark corner, Lucky saw a small black floatie move.

  That floatie began to uncoil and stretch toward them. Panic stole her breath. She knew exactly what she was looking at. She’d seen them in Florida—cottonmouth, a very deadly snake usually found around water.

  She thrashed her arms. “Get out of the pool. There’s a snake.”

  As he looked over his shoulder, he lifted her out of the water and dumped her on the tiled floor. The snake raced toward them, skimming the top of the water. “Jared, get out!”

  He pulled himself out of the water, up on his arms, but the rest of him was still in the pool and easy prey. As he leaned forward to roll out, the snake aimed its fangs at his plump calf muscle.

  “No!” Lucky shouted and slammed down a skimmer net attached to the end of the pole, catching the snake’s head like a butterfly scooped from the air.

  The dangerous critter and net bumped into Jared’s leg, but no teeth sank into his muscle. He jumped to his feet and grabbed her hand. She threw the pole into the pool and ran toward the safe indoors.

  Inside, panting and tucked onto the sofa, feet on the cushion, not the floor, Lucky thought she would die from a heart attack then and there.

  Jared pulled her against him. “You called it a cottonmouth snake? I don’t think we have those this far north. At least, I’ve never heard of it. Nor have I seen a snake swim on top of the water before. Shit, that was creepy.”

  “Apparently they are here,” she said as she snuggled against his wet skin. That had been scary as hell! She wanted to squeeze him so hard and just touch him to make sure nothing had hurt him. Drops of water on his bare chest and shoulders shimmered in the low light. She couldn’t resist licking them, or the ones on his neck, or even lower.

  Jared moaned from her attention. “I’ll look into how it got in the pool later.”

  “Yes, later,” she started on his other shoulder, “After we make sure you’re okay.”

  “How are we going to do that?”

  She kissed him further. “I’ll have to kiss every inch of you to make sure. Tomorrow is soon enough for you to check on the pool.”

  “Yes, tomorrow,” he breathed before taking her hot, slippery tongue into his mouth.

  10

  Lucky woke up to the smell of fresh coffee and breakfast. She also got a large dose of soft kisses on her shoulder that took away any memory of last night’s unwelcome pool guest. She tried to hold back a smile but failed miserably when his stubble tickled her.

  “Ah, there she is. I was starting to worry you wouldn’t wake up, Sleeping Beauty.”

  She blinked her eyes open and grinned at Jared’s scruffy face and sexy naked torso. “This isn’t fair.”

  He frowned. “What?”

  “You, looking this good in the morning. I probably look like something the cat dragged in.” She sat up on the bed, tugging the sheet up to cover her breasts. She ran her hand through her knotted curls and winced. Yeah, real sexy, chica.

  He laughed and passed her a cup of coffee. She inhaled and stopped. “Who told you how I like my coffee?”

  “Nina.”

  Figured. Nina had made it clear that she would push her matchmaking to the limit trying to get Lucky to spend time with Jared. Her sweet cousin played dirty. She sipped and sighed. The sweet combination of coffee, cream, and cinnamon was one that could always make her relax.

  He grabbed the cup over her hands, pulled it away from her mouth, and kissed her, licking the sweet coffee and cream concoction from her lips. “Mmm. Yummy.”

  “Nuh-uh. This here is my coffee. Get your own,” she said, slapping his hand away when he tried take it out of her hands.

  He stood, picked up a tray of food, and placed it on his empty side of the bed. She didn’t wait for him to fix himself before munching on buttered toast.

  “How about I play you for some of that coffee?” He grabbed a deck of cards from the tray and put it between them. He sat across from her and shuffled the cards while she ate.

  “Hmm. I don’t know. You’re supposed to be a pro.” She sipped on her coffee, still unable to tear her eyes away. He was practically naked, bar his boxers. She gulped air like a fish out of water. His sexy, scruffy face looked even better than when he was clean-shaven. And dear God, his body was tight with muscles, and the tattoo was in full display in front of her. It felt so…right. The more she was around him, the more she came to the conclusion she already felt like they’d fallen into relationship. How could this be? Men weren’t this accommodating and showed so much attention to her in the past.

  “True, but you’re supposed to be lucky, so I’d say we’re even,” he taunted.

  She grinned. She knew his game already. He was trying to bait her into doing what he wanted. She was not that easily convinced, but she loved their banter, and last night had been almost magical for her. Af
ter the private pool party for two, they’d had dinner and continued their private session in his room. She couldn’t think about it without smiling.

  “Fine. Let’s do it.”

  She bit down on a piece of bacon and watched him place cards in front of her.

  “Loser answers whatever question the winner asks.”

  “And when did I agree to that?” She continued to eat, wondering where he was going with this game.

  “Come on. It’s another way of getting to know each other better. Didn’t we agree that’s what we wanted?” His smile belied the intense way he gazed at her.

  “I’m such a sucker, but…fine.” Her usual luck wasn’t with her that morning. She glanced at her cards and winced. She had seven. “Hit me.”

  He winked. Another card was placed in front of her. Okay, now she had ten. “Again.”

  He chuckled and gave her a third card.

  Eighteen. Crap. She’d have to stay or risk going over. “I’ll stay.”

  She studied his face while he checked his cards. He had a magnificent poker face. She had no clue what type of game he had. Damn, he was good.

  “I call twenty,” he said, showing his cards.

  “Eighteen.” She pouted. “Why did I let you convince me to play when I’m still half-asleep?”

  He grabbed her cards, leaned forward, and kissed her again. While she was distracted with their kiss, he pulled the coffee out of her hand and sat back.

  “Hey!”

  He grinned and sipped. “This is really good.”

  She rolled her eyes. “I know. Why do you think I drink it?”

  “Do you want children?” he asked out of the blue.

  She couldn’t lie to him. “I’ve been wanting children for years. I’ve always wanted a big family. I thought for sure my ex and I would make it happen, but it didn’t work that way.”

  The smile dimmed and he appeared undecided on what to say. Her heartbeat doubled and she wondered what was going on.

  “Tell me about the McKinley-James wedding.”

  She glanced down at her hands. An instant knot formed in her throat, cutting off her ability to speak. He cupped her cheek and she glanced up.