Getting Lucky (Jail Bait #4) Read online

  A cry of both pain and pleasure erupts out of me, followed by the satisfied moan of the animal inside.

  “Okay?” he breathes.

  I look up at him, and along with the lust flaming behind his gaze, there’s something deeper. In this second, I know that’s a question he’s never bothered asking before.

  I roll my pelvis, taking him deeper, and smile wicked thoughts at him. “I can handle anything you’ve got.”

  His smile turns pure demon and he shifts his hands under my ass, lifting me and driving himself inside me to the root. He thrusts again, hard and deep, and the center of my universe is right there, between my legs. I feel the spring in my belly winding tight again as he brings me to the peak of sensation.

  I’ve never been loud in bed, but I’ve never felt anything as intense as this. I cry out again, then again when he thrusts even deeper.

  “Christ, Lucky,” he groans as I grind against him. He lowers himself to his elbows, and his hot breath feathers across my neck as he says, “I fucking knew it would be like this.”

  My body tells him exactly what I need, and he gives it to me. He moves inside of me, hot and thick, and there’s nothing gentle about it. He’s all power and need.

  Never have I felt so inside out, all my nerve endings on the surface—this crazy, blood-on-fire, synapses-on-overload, overflowing-with-pure-ecstasy feeling. His subtle male scent; the moisture starting to bead on his hot skin; the flex of his biceps under my hands; his firm pressure inside of me, stretching me and filling me in a way nothing else ever has; I take it all in, feeling his essence flow through me in slow waves of bliss.

  We fuck hard, and even still, I can’t get close enough. He pounds into me, deep and unrelenting, demanding everything I have to offer. I give it to him, because it’s always been his. Everything inside me swirls into a hurricane of lust and desire, born on a wave of something deeper and more instinctual. I don’t want to fall in love with Tro. He doesn’t do love. But like a tsunami intent on my destruction, there doesn’t seem to be any stopping it.

  My cries grow louder as the animal inside is uncaged and takes full control of my body. And when I come, the sound isn’t human. Everything has ceased to exist except the sensations Tro has created inside me. I turn to liquid, flow under him, around him, through him. On a last thrust, he growls, his animal finding mine. I open my eyes, stare into his face as he grimaces with what looks like pain, but I know is pleasure.

  He collapses on top of me, panting hard, and I relish the feeling of him there, finally as close as I’ve wanted him from the start. His eyes open and find me watching. The barest hint of a smile quirks one side of him mouth. I trace it with my fingers. “This is only a onetime thing if that’s what you want,” I say, answering the question I left hanging earlier.

  “Oh, hell, no.” He lowers his forehead onto mine and closes his eyes again. “I’m already way the hell addicted.”

  We lay like this, our sweat mingling on the sex ravaged sheets, until we both have our breath. When he rolls off me, I feel suddenly cold without his blazing heat. He flicks at the unfastened bra, still slung between my shoulders, and tugs the hem of my skirt. “Next time I’m going to take my sweet fucking time and get you all the way naked.”

  I sit up and slip off the remaining shreds of my clothes. “But now you’re overdressed,” I say with a nod at his jeans and boxers, scrunched nearly down to his knees now.

  He grins and kicks them off, then peels off the condom and drops it in the trash near the nightstand. He settles onto the bed next to me and trails a finger over my lips. “The sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted.” The devil creeps into his eyes and his hand trails lower, down my neck, over my left breast, my stomach, coming to rest between my legs. “Almost.”

  He gives my sensitive clit a flick and I gasp.

  “Fucking honey,” he says, barely dipping his finger into my sex and stroking my clit with the slick tip.

  I bend my knees and spread them, giving him more space to work.

  He takes the invitation, shifting himself down the bed. He watches himself finger me, and with each stroke, electricity crackles under my skin and all my inner muscles contract. He shifts even lower and his tongue swirls over my clit.

  “Oh, fuck,” I groan, unable to contain myself.

  “You taste so fucking sweet,” he says, then closes his mouth over me and sucks.

  Sparklers ignite in my stomach as a moan vibrates out of my core. He’s wired directly to the most instinctual part of me, knowing exactly what I need.

  He flicks and sucks and I buck against his mouth. He groans when I grab fistfuls of his hair and press him deeper. He fucks me with his tongue, then flicks my clit, and I cry out again.

  “I want you inside me when I come,” I gasp, pulling his head back. “Fuck me again.”

  “There’s not much chance that’s not going to happen, Lucky, but right now I want to taste all that fucking honey.” He swirls his tongue and gives me another suck. “You’re going to come in my mouth.”

  I am. I’m so fucking close. He glides his fingers deep inside and fucks me as he sucks my clit. A second later, I’m arching off the bed and screaming out his name.

  I see stars and I can’t breathe. But Tro doesn’t stop. He sucks again, harder, and I come totally unglued as I come for a second time in thirty seconds.

  And he keeps going.

  I’ve heard of multiple orgasms, but none of the guys I’ve been with had the first clue of how to make a girl come even once. Five orgasms later, I’m starting to get that practice makes perfect. Tro’s slept with more women than anyone can count, and he’s learned a few things along the way.

  I lie panting, unable to catch my breath for a long time as his mouth moves back up my body. He kisses my mouth, slow and deep. “That is how you deserve to be loved.”

  I’m a wet noodle of contentment, but a little shot of adrenaline causes my blood to sizzle at the word “loved.” Is that what we’re doing? Is he loving me?

  Before he left for Europe, I wanted sex with Tro. He shot me down.

  Because he wanted this.

  He drops kisses along my face and neck, then settles against my side. I close my eyes and for the first time in a long time, I finally feel like I’m where I belong.

  #

  The next time my eyes open, the fading afternoon light has been replace by the yellow light of a full moon. Tro’s hot body is still pressed against me and I lay for a long time listening to the slow cadence of his breathing. Finally, he stirs and his eyes open. They spark in the moonlight when he sees me looking.

  “Hey, beautiful. How long was I out?”

  I shake my head. “No idea. I just woke up.”

  He weaves a hand into my hair and kisses me, then smiles. “This is nice.”

  “What?”

  “Waking up to this gorgeous face.”

  It’s only as he says it that I wonder if he’s ever woken up with someone still in his bed.

  He glides a finger down the curve of my nose. “I’m fucking starving. You hungry?”

  “Uh-huh,” I say, rolling him on his back.

  His eyes flare heat in the moonlight as they follow me down the bed. His cock is already stiffening when I grasp it in my hand and start kneading. I circle my tongue over the thickening tip and he grasps a handful of my hair.

  “Christ, Lucky. You’re fucking killing me here.”

  I smile up at him, holding his eyes with mine, then suck his hardening cock deep.

  “Fuck,” he groans, his head rolling back and his fist tightening.

  I glide him in and out and he begins to pump against my mouth. I find his rhythm and work with him, feeling him start to pulse in my mouth.

  His grasp on my hair loosens and he stops moving. “How far we taking this, Lucky?” he asks, his voice thick.

  I watch him watch me take him deep again. I tighten my mouth around him and move faster.

  His groans turn to more of a growl as he get
s closer, and minutes later, he explodes in my mouth in a burst of salty heat.

  “Fuck,” he growls as he unloads into me.

  I swallow and suck for a second longer as shudders wrack his body.

  He grabs my shoulder and yanks me up his body, and his eyes burn into mine. “Who the fuck taught you to do that?” he growls, all possessive alpha. “I’m gonna rip that fucking cocksuckers dick off.”

  I can’t stop the smile. “You.”

  He quirks his head at me.

  “You were my first,” I say.

  His arms crush me against his firm chest. “How the fuck did you get so perfect?”

  I lay in his arms and he kisses the crown of my hair.

  “Any chance you’re still hungry?” he asks as his stomach growls.

  I laugh and pull myself up. “Let’s get you fed. You’re going to need your energy.”

  He grins, a white crescent in the dark of the room. “I like the sound of that.”

  We dress and I tame my copper lion’s mane back into a ponytail. Tro grabs a pair of helmets from the corner of the family room on his way to the door and hands me one. He opens the door and takes my hand. “There’s a great sausage place down on Rainey Street. That work for you?”

  I can only imagine that my smile looks as depraved as it feels. “Can’t beat the sausage I just ate.”

  He stops short and yanks me to him, planting a kiss on me that curls my toes. Before I even know how it happened, I’m pinned between Tro’s body the wall of the landing with my legs wrapped around his waist.

  There’s the click of a door and Tro sets me down and turns.

  “Christ, Tro,” a woman’s voice says from just around the corner of the hallway, out of my line of sight. “Sounded like something out of Animal Planet up there. What gives? You don’t usually bring them home with you.”

  He takes my hand and draws me to the top of the stairs. At the bottom is a very surprised looking blond woman in cut off shorts, a white tank, and bare feet, staring up at me. She’s tall and tan and stunning, which means I’m sure Tro’s slept with her.

  The second I think it, I hate both her and my mind for instantly going there.

  “Kate,” he says, “this is Lu—”

  “Shiloh Luck,” she cuts in. “Wow.” She steps forward and holds out her hand as we descend the last few stairs to the second floor. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize…” Her eyes shift to Tro and she cracks a smile. “Glad you took my advice for once.”

  I take her hand and shake. “What advice?”

  The warning look Tro throws her is a blow torch. “Not now, Kate.”

  She pulls me closer by the hand she still has hold of. “I’ll tell you later,” she whispers loud enough for Tro to hear, then lets me go. “So, where you guys headed?”

  “Down to Bangers.” He looks a question at me and I shrug. He turns back to her. “Want to join?”

  She nods eagerly. “Just let me grab my stuff.”

  A minute later she comes out with a pair of flip flops on her feet and a bag over her shoulder. “You guys want to ride with me?” she asks, jiggling a set of car keys.

  Tro shakes his head. “We’ll take the bike.”

  She nods and skips down the stairs ahead of us. “I’ll meet you there.”

  We reach the ground floor and Tro leads me into a single car garage where a Harley is parked. We climb on. “Hold on tight,” he says.

  I clasp my arms around his chest and we rocket out of the garage. I press my body against his back, taking the opportunity to soak him in, but before I’ve gotten enough, we’re pulling over. We park and he takes my hand and walks me up the street to an opening in a knee-high white picket fence. Near the road is a red building all lit up with a sign boasting over thirty kinds of sausage and the largest tap wall in Austin. Next to the building are rows of worn wooden picnic tables full of people.

  “Popular place,” I say, glancing over the crowd and cringing a little at the thought of the ensuing stampede when they spot Tro. “You can still go to places like this?”

  He shrugs like it’s no big thing. “It’s pretty dark back there so I’ve never really had a problem. But even if I did, it would be worth it. They’ve got some pretty crazy stuff on this menu.”

  “Hey, guys,” Kate says, jogging across the street toward us. “We good?”

  Tro nods and we head in. We’re seated near the end of a long row of five picnic tables, and Tro’s right. The only light is from strings of small globes overhead.

  We order: South Texas Antelope and Venison sausage for Tro, Drunk Chicken sausage for me, and Vegan Tempura Eggplant and Roasted Red Bell Pepper sausage for Kate, and beers all around. The waitress is trying to play it cool, but she obviously recognizes us and doesn’t card me.

  The waitress turns for the red building and Kate kicks Tro’s foot under the table. “How long are you home?”

  He rests his elbows on the table and props this chin on his fists. “Not sure. Things are a little up in the air right now.”

  Her eyebrows go up. “Meaning?”

  “Meaning the European leg of our tour was pretty rough. Grim wants me out, and the truth is, I want out too, so…” He trails off with a shrug as my insides turn to cement.

  “What are you talking about?” I ask.

  He shrugs again. “Shit happens. Grim’s got his idea of what Roadkill’s supposed to be, and we just don’t share the same vision anymore.”

  “But you are Roadkill,” I say, exasperated.

  He shakes his head. “Not according to Grim.”

  “Who writes the music?” I ask, anger flooding my words and making them sharper than I mean for them to be. “Who sings the songs? If you were to ask anyone on the street who’s in Roadkill, the only one any of them would be able to name is you.”

  Tro just looks at me.

  “Grim can think whatever he wants. You are that band’s heart, soul, and lifeblood.”

  “She’s right, you know,” Kate says.

  “I’m just so fucking sick of it.” He rubs a hand down his face. “I know this is a hell of my own making, but I don’t want to play the game anymore. I’ve wasted the last six years of my life on shit that doesn’t mean anything.” He shakes his head wearily. “I guess I just want something in my life to be real for a change.” As he says it, he finds my hand under the table and weaves his fingers into mine.

  “I had no idea,” I say, shocked that Roadkill may be no more.

  He breathes out a weary laugh. “Yes you did. You’re the only one who’s ever seen past the flash. I think I would have gotten to this same place eventually, but you cut through all the bullshit and made me see what I really wanted.”

  My heart nearly bounds right out of my chest to meet Tro’s. “So what now?

  The waitress sweeps by and drops our beers on the table. “Now, we celebrate.” He picks up his beer and taps it against mine. “To freedom.”

  I clink his glass, then Kate’s and we all drink.

  As I watch Tro I realize all the lines around his eyes have smoothed. He’s so much more fluid. So maybe he really is finally free of whatever’s haunted him for so long.

  And so am I.

  What if this could work, Tro and me? What if we could be free together?

  Chapter 31

  Tro

  The feel of Lucky’s thighs hugging my hips, her arms around my chest, that spectacular body pressed all up my back on the ride home does things to me I can’t begin to explain. I’ve never felt hardwired to another person before, but that’s what this sensation is.

  When we get back to the apartment, we’re not even though the door before we’re kissing. It was more than I could handle keeping my hands off her in public. But this is our private sanctum. I can have her here, away from prying eyes.

  And I do.

  I have her from every side, every angle, every direction, all night long. I never knew what sex could be—how huge. How intense. But somehow, I knew with Lucky it woul
d be different than with anyone else, and I wasn’t wrong.

  We finally doze as the sun’s rays begin to streak my wall, and as I drift off, I decide to take Kate’s advice for real. When Lucky wakes up, I’m going to tell her I’m falling so fucking hard for her I can’t see straight.

  #

  But what happens instead is this—

  A pound on the door wakes me from an intense dream about that very conversation, and I jerk upright in bed.

  Lucky rubs her eyes and looks up at me, her naked body twisted into my white sheets like cream swirling into coffee.

  The knock comes again, and this time, there’s a voice. “Trotte Gunnison, this is the police. We have a warrant to search the premises.”

  My stomach launches itself into my throat. “Fuck,” I say, scrambling out of bed. In that second, I realize I don’t give a shit what they do to me, but I don’t want them dragging Lucky through the mud.

  I grab my jeans from the floor and tug them on. “Get dressed and round up all your stuff.” I go to the window and yank it open. “Go down the fire escape one floor and knock on the next window down. It’s Kate’s.”

  Her eyes are wide with fear and confusion, but she starts grabbing her things from the floor. “What’s the age of consent in Texas?” she asks, and I know we’re thinking the same thing.

  But it doesn’t matter.

  “You’re a California resident, where it’s eighteen, and you’re over state lines with me.”

  Her face pales as I speak. “Oh God.”

  She moves faster when another knock comes at the door. “This is your last opportunity to open this door voluntarily, Mr. Gunnison,” the cop says through the door.

  I give her one last look, then turn for the family room. I take a deep breath and pull open the door, standing squarely in the opening to keep them from coming in until Lucky’s had time to get out. Three large cops stand outside my door, two on the landing and one a few stairs down.

  “Sorry, just got back from Europe so my clock’s all fucked up.” I rub my eyes to make it clear I was sleeping. “What time is it?”