He ran his tip over her pulsating opening, circling, making her body writhe in anticipation. Baby Jade pleaded with her eyes, pouting. Finally, showing mercy, Lucky glided into her. Filling her with his length. Baby gasped for air and drove her nails into his ass, begging for more.
“Shit. You feel good.” Lucky buried himself in her neck. He started slow, rolling his hips in perfect unison with hers.
“Harder,” she moaned.
Throwing her leg over his shoulder, Lucky edged himself up on his knees allowing him to go deeper. Baby cried out, “Ahhhh.” She placed her palms against the wall to push her pelvis up toward him. Lucky snaked his arms around both her legs and pounded his body against hers, every thrust taking her to the edge. Her breasts bouncing with force. She was close to her second orgasm.
The humming sensation from her pussy shot through her body. Her lips went numb and her abs clenched as the orgasm shook through her body. Her sex tightened around his swollen cock as Lucky shoved into her one last time before his own body bowed. His back arched and he tossed his head backwards. He finally let out the breath he had been holding before collapsing on top of her.
Lucky rolled off Baby and onto his side. The room was silent other than their winded breathing. Her hypersensitive body tingled from one end to the other.
“Is there anything about you that’s not absolutely perfect?” Lucky asked in a low voice, still taking quick breaths.
“I’m hardly perfect.”
“Are you going all shy again? It’s a little too late for that, don’t ya think?” He snickered.
Baby peered at him from underneath the mass of wild tendrils of hair.
“Hmmm, ok. I’ll have to work on that in a minute. Bathroom?”
She pointed him in the direction of the restroom and tried not to gawk as he climbed out of the bed. His body was flawless, clear down to those two little indentions at the small of his back. He snatched up the foil wrapper and made his way to the bathroom.
Alone in the bedroom, Baby sat up and threw on an old Rolling Stone t-shirt. She piled her messy nest on top of her head and clipped as much of it in place as possible.
Lucky walked back into the room. The man was certainly comfortable in his own skin. She no longer avoided his gaze. She watched him slip on his jeans, leaving them unzipped, revealing his mouthwatering nature trail.
He hopped onto the bed, and Baby giggled as it bounced under his weight. Lucky propped himself up on his elbow and beamed.
“What’s that look for?”
“I am one satisfied son of a bitch right now.” His grin widened.
Baby threw her hands up over her face in embarrassment. She couldn’t remember the last time she had experienced such intimacy. Sex, sure. She remembered that all too well, no matter how many times she tried to forget it, but this was different. Part of her had expected Lucky to get up and leave when they were through. Now with him lying next to her, in her own bed, made everything all too real.
Getting a closer look at his yummy chest, Baby Jade examined his vast array of tattoos. Her fingers mindlessly traced the day of the dead skull on the right side, once splashed with color, it was now fading. The dark shading gave depth to the eye sockets, creating a haunting effect. Looking closer, most if his tattoos were haunting. The eyes of the pinup spanning long ways down his chiseled ribcage were full of sorrow and pain. A three-dimensional fleur de leis with a carnival mask wearing a joker hat and the word NOLA sprawled across the center covered the upper half of his chest. The metallic gray hid images in the intrinsic design. Two jazz musicians playing horns were nestled on one side and the Pontchartrain Bridge on the other. Spanish moss spilled over the edges. A tribal tattoo crept over his left shoulder and up his neck. Thick lines with jutted, sharp edges spiraled over his hard chest. There were a few others that had no rhyme or reason. A cartoon shark. Louis the Alligator dressed in his king costume with a small tree frog hanging out of his mouth. There were too many to count, and that didn’t include the ones on his back, arms, and legs.
However, the one that spoke the most about him was the red heart resting right over his own. It had stitch marks like the kind you would see on Frankenstein. The script arching over the top read, “Until We Meet Again.” Baby knew it was in honor of the child that he had lost.
She placed her hand on top of the heart. Lucky’s hand landed on hers. The wounded look in his eyes confirmed she was right. It was a constant reminder of the love that he lost, a love he never had the chance to know in the first place.
“What do we do now?” Baby twisted her body to meet his gaze.
Lucky’s hand still embracing hers. “Now we get down to the dirty stuff.”
Her eyebrows shot up, “Already?”
“Well, I wouldn’t say no. But that wasn’t exactly what I meant.” He ran the pad of his thumb across her swollen lips. “Don’t you think we have a few things to talk about?”
Sinking further into the pillow, Baby rolled her eyes. “Seriously? You wanna go ruin a perfectly good orgasm with talking?” Her stomach pitched at the thought of talking about Slade.
“Don’t give me that. Something serious happened tonight, and no. I’m not talking about this,” he said, fanning his hand across the bed. “That was some crazy shit tonight at the club.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah? You’ve gotta say more than that. What the hell happened? You froze as soon as that big ape touched you. What was that shit?”
Baby nipped at her bottom lip. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Maybe not, but you need to talk about it. What’s that guy got on you?”
“He doesn’t have anything on me. We all have a past,” she said, her hands fidgeting with the bed sheet. “Mine likes to rear its ugly head from time to time.”
“Hey,” Lucky said, “I opened up a closet with a shitload of skeletons. Now it’s your turn to unload on me. No one should carry around that much fucking shit. I’m not trying to upset you or bring up old demons. I’m trying to wrap my head around it. You’re one of the strongest chicks I think I’ve ever met, but tonight it’s like you turned to putty in his hands.”
Baby Jade tossed the sheet aside and threw her legs to the floor. The Rolling Stones shirt barely covered her backside as she marched out of the room. She choked back the sob that had been welling up in her throat. The last thing she wanted was for Lucky to see her crying like a girly girl. She didn’t want him to confuse her crazy childhood bullshit for a lovesick relationship with Slade.
At first, she was mentally kicking herself for not buying more wine, but then thought it was a blessing in disguise. Alcohol would only heighten her emotions. Checking the clock blinking on the microwave, Baby was surprised to see it was only one forty-two a.m. She grabbed a glass and filled it with lukewarm tap water. She had become accustomed to no ice since the freezer was more temperamental than the hot water heater. She guzzled down the first glass and filled a second, giving herself a little time to breathe before heading back in, knowing the whole time she was going to answer his question.
As she made her way back down the hall, attempting to piece together some sort of sanity for an answer when it hit her that Lucky hadn’t made a peep since she had walked out.
“Hey, did you want something to …” she began to ask before the sight of him on the bed stopped her cold. Between his fingers, he held a small baggie of white powder. Cocaine. “Are you going through my shit?”
“No. I found it in the middle of the bed. Does that mean you have more stashed around this place?”
She stalked over to the bed, plucking the tiny bag out of his hand and threw it into the top drawer of her dresser.
Folding her arms across her chest, she lowered her head. “Maybe you should go.”