Lucky: Furious Skulls MC (A Bad Boy MC Biker Romance) Page 3

  I guess I wanted to look after someone and she wanted to be looked after.

  I helped her when she was in the shit reaching up to her neck, threatening to suck her in. I helped her get sober, regain self-respect, live like a human.

  I cared for her enough to think about having kids. She didn’t want to have any kids though. Ever.

  I fucking like kids. I want a big family of my own.

  I turn onto the road leading to the small café run by an old lady who’s had three husbands so far. Her name is Emily and she’s the grandma I never had.

  I park my bike and help Michelle jump off and then I lead her towards the glass door. I push it open and she is the first to walk in.

  Emily smiles at me from behind the antique countertop and waves her hand to us.

  “Asher, sweetie!” Emily exclaims.

  “Morning, grandma,” I say.

  “Sit down, you too.” Emily rushes towards us and grabs Michelle’s elbow. “What a pretty girl. Sit down. I’m Emily.”

  “This is Michelle,” I say as the women shake hands.

  Michelle drops onto the red 50s sofa and puts her elbows on the table as I hug Emily and order breakfast.

  “I don’t want to be nosey,” Emily starts.

  “You’re always very nosey,” I say, “but that’s how grannies should be.”

  “So, you got divorced at last and found yourself a nice girlfriend?” Emily asks, putting her hands on her hips.

  “Kind of,” I say.

  Michelle chuckles and drops her head as Emily strokes my arm with her dry hand and walks off.

  I drop onto the sofa beside Michelle and take her hand, planting a kiss on her knuckles.

  “You aren’t on any diet or something?” I ask.

  “No.”

  “I’ve ordered my favourite pancakes. You’re gonna love them.”

  “I’m sure.”

  Fuck. That seductive rasping in her voice makes me feel insane. I lean towards her and kiss her lips, throwing my arm around her back.

  “Asher,” she murmurs.

  “There is nobody in here. Just you and me.”

  “And your grandma.”

  “She’s cool.” I kiss her deeper as my tongue swirls around hers.

  I could get used to eating breakfast with Michelle, to having her in my bed, to having her in my life. I could.

  Michelle pulls away. “Your wife—“

  “No.” I shake my head.

  Michelle freezes with her eyes wide and her lips parted.

  No fucking talking about my wife. This is my past I want to leave behind.

  Michelle?

  Hell yeah. I can see my very dirty future with her.

  Chapter 4

  Michelle

  He is a nice guy, but there are moments when I can see a hint of menace in his eyes. When I can sense subtle ruthlessness in him.

  When I know he’s a biker and probably a criminal.

  He’s every girl’s dream, but there’re moments when something untethered and dark creeps into his gaze.

  I should leave. My rationality keeps telling me this. Yet I want to stay and enjoy a few more moments with him. A few more kisses even though I know he will trash me as soon as he gets what he wants. My rationality knows this, but it fades, muffled by my need to be adored and taken care of.

  Yep, it seems like I’m one of those girls who fall in love with the wrong guy.

  He will destroy me if I don’t leave him.

  A few more moments.

  Emily delivers our food to the table and her eyes slide over me. She nods as a good grandma would and sends me a warm glance of her pale grey eyes. Her wrinkled face lights up as she smoothes a hand over her blonde hair styled in a high bun.

  My lips are still tingling from the kiss as I hold a fork and start eating. The pancakes are delicious—topped with bananas, cream, and strawberry jam.

  “Where are you from?” Asher asks.

  “From Normandy. I’m living in a small village.”

  “What do you do for a living?”

  “Well, at the moment, I’m working in the local flower shop, and I’m studying English Literature part time.”

  “Wow.” He leans towards me and kisses me again.

  The kiss is sweet from the pancakes, sweet from him, scratchy from his facial hair

  I love the way he can kiss me. Each time it’s a perfect kiss. A perfect peck, a perfect touch, a perfect connection. Our mouths mould to each other in a sizzling hunger.

  “You are not earning a lot of money, are you?” he asks, tearing his lips off.

  Fire whips through my chest. “No, but it’s enough for me. I don’t need much.”

  I take a sharp breath as my memories of being hungry flash through my head. I was hungry for two days, sometimes for three days, once a month, twice a month. I don’t like being hungry. I eat a lot but I’m always skinny. I hate being skinny.

  Asher’s lips press against mine and wipe all the gloom away from my head.

  “Are you on a holiday?” he asks.

  “Yes.”

  We finish eating and wash the food down with a cup of tea. Asher rises to his feet and pulls me out of the café.

  Asher

  We jump onto my bike and go to buy the parts needed for repairing her car and then I bring her to the beach that stretches along the wall of white cliffs. We sit down on the grey pebbles and watch the sea waves. Ash clouds gather in the sky and the wind grows in strength.

  “We should go back to your place,” Michelle says.

  “Why?”

  She clenches her hands against her stomach. “My car—“

  “I’ll look at your car tomorrow. You’re on a holiday, right? There’s plenty of time, don’t worry.”

  “I—“

  I pull her to me, setting her back against my chest, and I hold her chin. Our lips meet.

  There is no rush. She’s on a holiday, right? A holiday means kissing, groping, fucking. Having fun.

  “We’ll have lunch,” I say.

  “And then?”

  Then we’re gonna fuck at last.

  I’m gonna fuck her raw to the point of exhaustion and then I’m gonna leave her fast asleep to sort out the dirty problem in her car’s boot. I will sort out all her problems.

  “You are not with anyone else, are you?” I ask.

  Not that I give a fuck or something. Whoever she’s seeing now, it’s finished. Now she’s seeing only me.

  Her face turns dark red. “No.”

  Good. That’s what I wanted to hear from her.

  I rise to my feet and lift her up. I drag her towards my bike parked by the playground that stretches along the right side of the parking lot. The wind smacks us, lifting Michelle’s hair. She looks so ethereal in the wind. So mine.

  I take her to the restaurant that perches near the remains of the medieval abbey. She orders spaghetti carbonara, and I order meatballs.

  “I have to go,” she says. “I mean…”

  I run my knuckles up and down her cheek. “No.”

  I’ll never fucking let go of her.

  My primal instincts want to keep her, fuck her, and tie her to me forever.

  I will look after her. She needs me to look after her.

  Michelle

  We finish our lunch and go back to his place. He drags me inside the clubhouse and shoves me onto the burgundy Chesterfield sofa. All faces turn to me. All eyes stare at me. All the bikers seated along the bar countertop scare the shit out of me.

  I know I’m irresponsible, but Asher is like a source of light and I’m like a moth. I’ll be consumed. Destroyed. I’ll be happy if only for a moment.

  Asher brings two glasses of beer from the bar and drops onto the sofa next to me, pulling me into his lap. I stiffen in his embrace.

  “Asher?” I shriek.

  “What is it, baby?”

  “Tomorrow—“

  “We’ll talk tomorrow, okay?”

  “Okay.”


  It’s not okay, but I have no car at the moment. I have no phone to call anybody. Anybody like the cops for instance or at least a recovery truck.

  I should have escaped from him when I had the chance, but I was too busy kissing him.

  I have no strength to resist Asher. Yeah, this is my main problem at the moment.

  Asher hooks the back of my neck with his hand and tips my face up to his. I open my mouth eagerly for him. His lips mould to mine perfectly as though I can kiss which in fact I can’t. I haven’t kissed a lot in life. I’m sure I can’t kiss, at all. Asher doesn’t mind though.

  As he kisses me deeper, I forget to be stressed about my lack of kissing skills. He knows how to kiss a woman. He knows how to make them all liquid steel and a jolt of electricity. He knows how to make me feel special.

  Our mouths dance an ardent tango and it’s steeped in wet hotness. A liberating lick of his tongue. A stinging bite of his teeth. Untamed fever. Unleashed desire igniting my core.

  His hand slides under my hoody and he cups my breast. My heart stops beating. My mind spins out of control.

  I jerk my body away, kicking the table with my boot as the glasses wobble and the beer foam splashes against the top.

  “Baby,” Asher says like he’s soothing a child, “be careful.”

  He grasps my waist, turns me, and tugs me to him so I straddle his lap. His lips slam on mine as he draws me even closer to him. I yelp as his mouth moves down my neck and his teeth scratch my skin. Yet, I’m enjoying the wild possessiveness of his mouth bruising my skin. He kisses my neck harder—the area just above my collarbone, and painful pleasure jolts through me. My muscles tense up. My pussy pulses. I feel his massive erection rubbing against my crotch.

  “That’s enough,” he rasps into my ear as he lifts himself, wrapping his arms around me.

  My thighs encircle his waist like they belong around there as he carries me towards the stairs and laughter and whistles resound behind us.

  “Asher,” I squeak.

  “Just kiss me, okay?” he says.

  I manage a sigh as his mouth covers mine and he kisses me with such a passionate greed that I melt. We climb the stairs, no, we tumble up the stairs, spinning, slamming against the wall, and then he strides towards his bedroom and enters it. He slams me on the wall and bites my neck lightly, this tiny sensitive area. I feel hazy and electrified. My pussy throbs and the tension in my tummy seeks relief. A moan escapes my mouth.

  “You want to fuck at last, right?” Asher rasps into my ear.

  “I—“

  “I want to.” His breath puffs on my cheek. “I fucking want you so badly.” He growls. “Crave you so damn very much.”

  Nobody has ever told me anything like that. With such a raw passion. Such need.

  Why not?

  I want him. He’s the most handsome guy I’ve ever met. He’s nice, and intriguing. And he wants me.

  It doesn’t matter that soon everything will be only a lie, only a memory. My rationality dies. I’m all wild desire.

  “I need to shower,” I gasp.

  “A shower? Fine. Let’s have a shower together.”

  He carries me over to the bathroom. He steps in and lets me slide down to the floor. My feet find support against the tiling, and I bury my face in my hands. I feel his lips touching the top of my head then the murmur of water fills my ears. Impatient hands tug at my hoody.

  My glance shifts to Asher’s and I drown in his dark hunger for me. He pulls my hoody over my head. He tosses it to the corner of the bathroom and then removes my t-shirt. As his fingers travel to the fastening of my bra, I take a sharp breath.

  Asher

  I unhook her bra and she stares at me with wide, glassy eyes so perfectly brown against her snow-white face like she’s a porcelain doll. I can see a delicate pink colour paint her cheeks. She’s shy. So fucking seductively shy.

  Her bra lands on the floor and I look at her breasts. They’re perky, topped with pink areolas, nipples erect. I palm them gently and Michelle steps back.

  Be gentle. Be slow. She’s shy.

  I strip and her jaw drops open at the sight of my hard cock.

  “Michelle.” I raise my hand and stroke her hair.

  I kneel down in front of her and unzip her jeans, pulling them down and kissing her tummy. I remove her boots, socks and she steps out of her jeans, now wearing only her pink panties. Her arms cross over her chest.

  The women coming to the bar are never shy. They know what they want and that’s okay. People have the right to have fun and part after the night is over.

  Shyness is so pleasantly challenging. I don’t know. Being with Michelle is like an inhalation of spring freshness.

  I pull her panties down and my eyes flick over her dark pubic hair. She’s perfect. A perfect little thing.

  I raise myself and grasp her waist, lifting her off the floor. Her thighs wrap around my hips and we step into the shower cabin. Steam and heat envelop us, but Michelle shivers in my arms. I stand under the rain of water and she buries her face in my neck, her fingers sinking in my hair.

  I grip the back of her head and tip her face up to mine. It’s time to pick up the pace. My dick aches to be inside her.

  I latch my lips on hers and slam her on the wall. She yelps into my mouth as I squeeze her ass cheek.

  I kiss her deeper and slide my fingers between our bodies, searching for her sensitive nub. The kiss breaks and our glances collide. Michelle’s eyes flutter as I massage her clitoris.

  “Good?” I rasp. “Tell me, baby.”

  Her hazy eyes sweep over my face. She nods at me, her forehead wrinkled. Her lips part and she starts panting. I feel her muscles tense and relax. Tense again. I work her faster. Sweat mixes with water on my face. Droplets cover Michelle’s cheeks like gems. Her knees spread wide apart and she arches her back against the wall. Pleasure sharpens her face. A long moan leaves her mouth.

  I can’t wait any longer.

  I hold my stiff cock and drive it into her cunt. I bury myself inside her balls deep.

  Chapter 5

  Michelle

  I almost black out. My pussy is on agonising fire from his intrusion. My breath halts. My voice halts.

  I should have told him. He would have been slower, more careful. Now I’m impaled on his thick, long shaft that feels like a heated pole.

  His kiss pulls me out of the dense cloud of my pain.

  He moves his hips against mine.

  Fuck, it hurts. Oh fuck hurts so much. Burns as hell.

  I feel nauseous.

  But, I want him so badly.

  This is perfect despite the pain.

  Wonderful.

  I’m with the man of my dreams and he’s gazing at me like I’m everything to him. Like I’m the most beautiful woman on the face of the earth.

  Like he wants to devour me and wreck me.

  I just want to lose myself.

  I force myself to flash him a smile. I don’t want him to hold back.

  Asher rests his forearm against the wall as his other hand holds my ass cheek.

  Asher

  I know something is wrong the moment her fingers dig into my neck and she cries out, but her pussy is so tight that my sense of control fades. I press my body against hers and thrust into her, making her cry out again.

  She’s so fucking tight I could cum just being inside of her.

  “Michelle,” I growl with impatience.

  It’s madness with her. Like I’m fucking claiming her.

  Maybe I am.

  She wraps her arms around my neck, her body trembling against mine, inviting, tempting, urging me to wreck her.

  She’s small, and I’m big.

  Slow. Be slow.

  But I can’t fucking be slow.

  I want to plow her.

  I thrust into her slowly then faster, her body taut against mine. Our mouths are in unison, our kiss frantic. I’m on the brink.

  “Good, baby?” I gasp.

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bsp; “Good,” she murmurs into my ear. “Don’t stop.”

  I pound into her until a wave of liberating heat surges through me. My toes curl. My mind goes blank for a split second. My body trembles in satisfaction as I thrust into her two more times, wrenching in my whole pleasure.

  Then I hear her desperate gasps. I see her sharp face. See her glassy eyes.

  I pull out of her. My glance travels down to where a delicate red tints the water around my feet.

  “Are you on your period?” I ask.

  That’s not a problem. But if she’d told me I would have been gentler.

  She gasps, “No.”

  There’s silence as my intoxicated brain tries to process what she said to me.

  One word bangs against my head. My mind clears in an instant.

  Fuck.

  She is a virgin.

  Fuck.

  She was a virgin before I took it from her.

  I don’t know what to say so I just enclose her in my embrace.

  A primal urge wakes inside of me, wiping away all the sense of guilt.

  I’ve never been with a virgin. It’s always been with the experienced women coming to the clubhouse to seek fun and thrill. They taught me a few tricks.

  Michelle is mine. Mine from the very beginning. Only mine.

  “I will take care of you,” I say.

  “Sorry,” she shrieks.

  “No.” I kiss her on the top of her head. “Everything is as it should be. Everything is perfect from the very beginning. Let’s put you to bed.”

  Michelle

  We brush our teeth and go to bed.

  I can’t read his face. It’s stripped of emotions, yet he buries me in his embrace like I’m precious to him. A pretty intense and nice one-night stand.

  We’re naked, clenched tight together.

  My heart sinks.

  I wish I could stay with him forever, but in a few hours, we’ll say our polite goodbyes and part.

  The area between my thighs pulsates with pain. I never expected a cock to be so big. For one desperate moment, I was scared he’d tear me apart. He didn’t.

  “Are you on the pill?” Asher asks.

  “No.”

  He kisses me on the cheek, his face rigid. “Sleep.”

  “Sorry.”

  Yeah, I’m irresponsible like a teen. I can be very mature when it comes to practical things like keeping a job, or saving money, or cleaning the house, but other times I’m like a kid. With Asher, I’m brainless.