Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83358 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83358 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
“Good,” he murmurs.
Every thick inch of him fills me, reaching a place so deep it feels almost otherworldly.
Lucky wraps his arms around me, pulling me flush against him, his face buried in my neck as his hips start to move—slow at first, then steady, relentless.
All I can do is cling to him, arms looped around his neck, holding on as he takes me with him.
He pushes me higher with every thrust, winding me tighter and tighter—until I know that when I finally break, it’s going to be spectacular.
Lucky lifts his head again, gaze locked on mine as he stills deep inside me. The look on his face is pure, unfiltered hunger—easily the most seductive thing that’s happened tonight. It’s the kind of look that promises ruin—but drawn out, deliberate, like he plans to savor every second of it.
I’m the recipient of a few slow, steady strokes before the rhythm starts to build, his pace quickening.
Brows furrowed with strain and I can tell he’s close. Just like I am.
So achingly close, and part of me wants to chase it, to fall.
But another part?
Doesn’t want this to end.
Alas, it’s inevitable. I can feel it building fast, heat tightening low in my belly, winding hotter with every deep thrust.
Each time he drives into me, I’m shoved closer to the edge, barely holding on. I bite my lip, trying to slow it down, trying to stay in this a little longer.
But Lucky picks up the pace, his thrusts harder now, deeper. I feel myself sliding across the mattress with every powerful push. His forehead drops to mine, and he lets out low, ragged grunts with each grind of his hips.
“Lucky,” I whisper, breath hitching, as everything inside me begins to shatter.
My muscles clench around him, tight and pulsing, and from the way Lucky groans, I know he feels it too.
My back arches as the orgasm tears through me—sharp and explosive, racing up my spine and crashing back down between my legs, where I convulse around him in wave after wave.
God… just God. It might be the most intense thing I’ve ever felt.
And it doesn’t stop—he keeps thrusting, drawing it out, stoking every last flicker of pleasure.
Then he gathers me against him, sinks his full weight onto me, and with one final deep thrust, he groans into my neck as he lets go.
I unwrap my arms from him as he lifts his head, eyes glassy and half-dazed like he just got hit by a truck made of orgasms.
“Jesus,” he mutters, breathless. “That was…”
“Yeah,” I breathe. “That was…”
“… something we absolutely have to do again,” he finishes, totally skipping over the stunned silence part I thought we were sharing.
I blink up at him, grinning. “Cool. Just give me, like… ten to twelve minutes to regain control of my limbs.”
He smirks. “I’ll set a timer. But fair warning—I’m not great with patience. Or math.”
Lucky laughs low and brushes a soft kiss along my jaw before rolling from the bed. “Be right back.”
I hear him in my bathroom, water running. I’m guessing he’s disposing of the condom, but I’m too blissed out to think beyond that.
My eyes open as the bed dips and there he is again. He pulls me in tight, chest to chest, arms wrapping around me like it’s instinct.
It doesn’t feel casual, but rather like something we’ve been waiting to happen. And it feels exactly right.
We lie there tangled, the room quiet except for the slowing rhythm of our breaths. His thumb drags lazily across my hip, and I could fall asleep like this.
“You want me to go?” he murmurs, voice low against my hair.
I nuzzle closer. “Do you want to go?”
He pauses. “Not even a little.”
“Good,” I whisper, smiling into his chest. “Because I’m using you as a body pillow now. You’re trapped.”
Lucky chuckles, tightening his arms around me. “Guess I’ll suffer through.”
CHAPTER 19
Lucky
By the time I get to the arena, I’m already keyed up. Not jittery—just focused. The kind of focus that comes on the heels of gaining clarity.
And last night?
That was the clearest I’ve felt in a long damn time. When I started the day yesterday, I never thought I’d end up in Winnie’s bed, but I’m not sad it happened. On the contrary, it was one of the most incredible nights of my life.
Sure, I’ve had a lot of sex with women before, many of whom were a lot more experienced than Winnie. But her off-brand innocence coupled with the saucy vixen that occasionally surfaced was so alluring. Her ability to laugh with me in bed took it to another level. It’s never happened to me, but I stayed the entire night and fuck, I didn’t want to leave this morning.
Unfortunately, she had to work and well… I have a game.
Inside the arena, everything is alive—staff moving with game-day purpose, the faint thud of bass from the warm-up playlist echoing somewhere down the hall, trainers calling out instructions. It’s a rhythm I know like my own heartbeat.