Before Lucky (Forever Love #2.5)(25)
Author: J.S. Cooper

“I don’t bite, Lucky,” I called out after her. “Unless you want me to,” I whispered lightly so that she didn’t hear me.

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“Oh Zane, kiss me harder.” She ran her fingers down my chest and played with my ni**les. “Oh, Zane.” She squealed as I took her right nipple in my mouth and nibbled. She writhed beneath me, and I kissed my way back up to her mouth before crushing my lips down on her. We rolled over on the bed as we kissed, and I found myself lying on top of her with her legs spread wide beneath me.

“What do you want?” I growled as I bit down on her neck, sucking at her skin so hard that I could taste her very essence.

“I want you to take me,” She moaned beneath me and dug her fingernails into my back. “Please Zane, f**k me now. I need you so badly.”

“How badly?” I positioned myself against her roughly, and grinned as her wetness moistened my tip.

“Badly.” She screamed as she arched her back up towards me. “Take me now.” She pulled me down towards her, and I entered her slowly, enjoying the feel of her softness as it gripped me.

“Is this good?” I stared into her eyes, and she wrapped her legs around me as I moved with more intensity inside of her.

“Oh Zane.” She groaned as her body joined in the movement, pushing me harder and faster, until we were both gripping each other in the intensity of the moment. “I’m going to come, oh God, I’m going to come.” I slammed into her even faster, as she held onto me, and I collapsed on top of her, as I came inside of her with a deep shudder.

“Oh Zane.” She purred next to me.

“Yes, Lucky.” I smiled at her, and played with her br**sts as she closed her eyes.

“It’s time to sleep now, Zane.” She laughed lightly.

“I don’t want to sleep,” I growled at her as sleep took over my eyes.

I awoke with a jolt and looked down at my wet sheets in dismay. The dream had seemed and felt so real. I could almost still taste Lucky on my lips. I jumped out of bed and headed to the shower. Today was the day. I didn’t care what happened. Today I was going to ask—well, convince—Lucky to come to Los Angeles with me. I was going to make the documentary something she couldn’t say no to.

“Lucky, are you awake?” I banged on her door before walking into her room. I couldn’t stay away from her any longer.

“No,” she groaned from the bed. I couldn’t see her face because she was still under the sheets.

“Can I come in?” I laughed from my position at the side of her bed.

“No,” she groaned and rolled over.

“Good morning, Lucky.”

“Not really.” She rolled over and pulled the sheets down, so I could see her face.

“Sorry for waking you up, but I figured we should go and get your car before it gets towed by the police.” I thought of a quick excuse to account for the reason that I was standing in her bedroom, first thing in the morning.

“Oh, shit.” She jumped up out of bed quickly, and I tried not to stare at her br**sts through the t-shirt. “I didn’t think about that.” She stumbled slightly and I grabbed her around the waist to keep her from falling. I tried not to groan as I felt myself hardening at being close to her.

“Careful. We can’t afford to have you hurting yourself as well.” I smiled at her, and rubbed her back.

“I’m fine.” She pulled away from me, and I turned away.

“Good.” I took a deep breath. “So, I have a proposition for you.”

“Oh yeah?” She looked at me in surprise.

“I think it’s something that will work for both of us. You need money, and I—” I paused. I couldn’t tell her that I just needed to be with her.

“I’m not going to be your paid escort,” She blurted out. “I may need the money, but I don’t need it that bad.”

“Lucky, I was just going—” I interrupted her, wondering how this had gone wrong so quickly.

“I know you think I’m a mess, and that I need a man. But I don’t. I can look after myself. I don’t need your money, and I don’t need you in my bed.”

“Who said anything about bed?” Did she know about my dirty dreams? Or maybe she had been having dirty dreams as well. I smirked as I realized that I was affecting her just as much as she was affecting me.

“I don’t want to be your sub.”

“My sub?” HUH? “Like my sandwich?” And I thought I was random.

“No,” she whispered slowly. “I’m not a sexual deviant.” Oh, sub. I tried not to laugh at her words. Did she think every guy was into sadomasochism?

“And I am?” My eyes twinkled at her as she glared at me. “Lucky, how did you know I was going to ask you to be my sub in exchange for paying for your car repairs?” I decided to tease her for a little bit.

“Wait, what?” She frowned up at him and groaned as she shook her head. “Sorry, just ignore everything I just said. I think I’m still half asleep.”

“Were you dreaming about being my sub?” I looked at her carefully to see if she would blush.

“No, of course not.” Red spread across her face, and I grinned to myself.

“So just normal sex then.” I dreamt I was on top of you last night.

“Yeah,” She muttered and flushed. “I mean no. I wasn’t dreaming about you at all. I don’t even believe in casual sex. Well, not anymore.”

“Oh?” I sat down on the bed and grinned at her.

“I need to go and shower.” She turned away, flustered. “You made me confused waking me up out of my sleep like that.”

“Don’t you want to hear my idea first?” I sat up, and stared at her, suddenly serious. I needed to get this out now.

“What idea?” She frowned, looking back at him.

“Sit.” I patted the spot next to me on the bed. “Sit, take a deep breath, and listen.” I took my own advice, and tried to calm my nerves.

She sat on the bed next to me, and left a space between us before looking at me with a curious expression. “You’re really bossy, you know that?”

“I know.” I grinned. “I also know you’re not the quiet, sweet girl you seemed to be at Lou’s.”

“Disappointed?” She laughed.

“Not at all.” I turned towards her and reached over and rubbed something by her eye. “Sorry, you had some sleep in your eye.” I