Sexy Bastards Anthology: Bad Boy, Biker, Alpha, Motorcycle Club, Contemporary Romance Collection (8 page)

Chapter 2

Lucky

I grabbed my diploma off the desk in my room and dropped down on my single mattress bed, letting out a long sigh. I opened it and rolled my eyes as Dane walked into the room.

"This piece of shit isn't even real. It says here on the back that you have to come pick up your diploma by Thursday this next week. Rip off." I rolled it back up and lobbed it toward my best friend as he dropped into a chair and swatted at it.

"Who cares? The paper doesn't mean anything, but the ceremony seals our past. Done. Being a kid is over and the next stage of life is going to be so much better than this one was." Dane popped the top on a beer sitting beside him and tossed a bottle at me. "Your old man is dead to the world and he has too many of these. We should help him out."

"I wish his ass was dead." I caught the beer and repositioned myself on the bed. "You think Lena will be there tonight?"

"At the after-party? Heck no. She's hated by most of the town. No way would she show up there." He laughed and cleared his throat as I pinned him with a hard stare. "I mean... maybe?"

"Fuck you. You have no idea what it's like to live in the shadow of shitty parenting. Your mom makes Betty Crocker look like a two-bit whore." I took a long drink of the beer as Dane seemed to contemplate his comeback. "She's not her father, just like I'm not mine."

"That's not what I meant and you know it." Dane set his beer down. "Of course you're not your father. Don't start that shit."

"I didn't. You did." I stood and pulled my t-shirt over my head. "Everyone expects me to be the next town drunk, as if that shit is in my blood. Fuck them. Lena's not going to end up being the dark, nefarious bastard her dad is, either."

Dane shrugged. "You don't know that. Don't become blind to her, Luck."

"I'm not, but you can't label someone when they haven't done anything to earn it." I shrugged and pulled out a black Metallica shirt, turning and holding it up as best I could. "I can’t stop thinking about her."

“She’s off limits. You know that. Her old man will shoot you dead. So stay the fuck away from that broad!”

“But I love a challenge…The more I can’t have her, the more I want her.”

“C’mon, man. She’s forbidden fruit.”

“I want to snatch that fruit off that tree…and just take one taste.”

“Look what happened to Eve,” he said. “Except she’ll make out better than you will. Because you’ll be dead when her dad catches you sniffing around his precious princess. You can’t pursue a doomed romance.”

“Is there such a thing as forbidden soul mates?”

“That girl will rip your soul in half.”

I laughed.

He sipped his beer. “There’s never a dull moment with Selene.”

“No, there’s not.”

“But seriously? Is she worth dying for? You need to ask yourself that question.”

“I’ve asked myself that question a million times. And it’s why I stay away.”

“Then keep doing what you’re doing. Because it’s good for your health. And why do you want to get involved with a crazy girl, anyway? She pushes the limits and constantly rides the edge.”

“And she does it fearlessly. That’s what I love about her. She’s not like any other girl I’ve ever met. She’s got spunk. She’s smart, spontaneous, a thrill-seeker, a risk-taker, and she loads of fun. Did I mention the fact she drives me absolutely insane? And her smile…
There is nothing sexier to me than a woman’s smile.”

“I think it’s the thrill of the hunt. Men are aggressive by nature, and once we devour our prey, we’re off on the next hunt.”

“It’s more than that. She challenges me…inspires me like no other girl.”

“She’s toxic,” he said.

“Try….intoxicating.”

He threw his arms up in the air. “Okay, I give up. I think you’ve lost your mind because all you think of is the crazy sex you’ll get.”

“Crazy in the best way possible. But she’s not a whore. Crazy, yes. Loose? No. She doesn’t sleep around. She’s just wild and carefree.”

He nodded. “Selene’s like a wild horse that can’t be broken.”

“I’ll break her. You can count on that.”

He chuckled. “You tame her? Good luck. Besides, the wild ones are rarely relationship material anyway.”

“Who says I’m looking for a relationship?”

Dane was cut short by my father yelling. "Lucas. Get your dumb, worthless ass in here and turn the fan on. What the fuck are you doing? Jacking off to love songs in there? Stupid kids nowadays thinking life has something to offer."

"Sorry, dude." Dane pressed his fingers to his mouth and averted his gaze as I handed him the beer and walked out.

"For what? You didn't marry the piece of shit and birth me."

***

The wind felt good as it pulled my t-shirt tightly against me. The ride to Jeffery's place was no more than twenty minutes, but it was a solid twenty minutes of watching the world fly by my bike. Dane had to stop and pick up a few people, so I was on my own, which was perfect.

Nightfall had cooled the day off and the moon was big and full as it sat high above his head. The vintage Harley between my legs was a gift I had saved up the last four years for. A few weeks before graduation, the guys at the bar pulled together the last thousand dollars and helped me get it.

No one had ever gotten me anything. It was one of the only times in my life I'd gotten choked up, but I had. The old farts and sweet butts had made it a point to bring it up daily since.

A smile lifted my mouth under my helmet and my heart soared with the promise of what was to come.

Where most of the kids from our graduating class were preparing for college or the police force, I was looking at eventually owning my own bike shop. I had been in love with hogs for as long as I could remember. They were the escape I needed. Several of the old guys in town who owned shops would call me in to help when they were overworked or something new and trendy would end up on the list.

I would be a part of the Stone Wolves MC club, which was the burning desire of my heart. The guys had been a large part of my upbringing and had picked me up on more than one occasion when my dad beat me senseless for no reason.

There were no secrets between me and several of the guys in the club. My spot was saved for the day when I finally earned it. I didn't want any more handouts, and the guys seemed good with that. They would accept me as one of their patched members the minute I fulfilled the duties and obligations expected of a Stone Wolf.

I pulled up to the party and parked my bike under the coverage of the road, noticing a bright pink crotch rocket sitting not far from where I stood.

How long had I been watching the pretty daughter of the biggest piece of shit in town? My whole high school career for sure. She was perfect from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. Long, dark, silky black hair, almond colored skin, big green eyes and a mouth that made my body harden if I looked at it a second too long.

Her hands and wrists were adorned in far too much jewelry, but I didn't mind. She was so rough and aggressive; perhaps the small things that softened her were more for her to remember she was a woman than for anyone else.

I moved up toward the bonfire and caught sight of her standing by herself. Her jeans hugged her hips and spread across the thick curve of her rear, leaving my stomach tensing and a growl rolling through my chest.

Behave. She's not on the market and even if she was... You hate her daddy with a passion.

I was going to get my ass kicked out of the Stone Wolves before I even got invited in. There was nothing a Stone Wolf hated more than a Black Heart, which was Selene's future. Her father was the head of a club that acted far more like a death-and-disease spreading mafia than a true MC.

She turned as if she could hear my thoughts. A cocky grin lifted her lips. "You're late."

My eyes moved down the white and pink tank top that clung to her perky tits and left a little bit of  cleavage on display. She was by far the most beautiful, sensual girl in the whole fucking town.

Hell, the world. Don't fuck this up. Please don't fuck this up, Luck.

"I'm right on time, actually. I don't think I gave you a time." I stopped in front of her, leaving a little bit of space as I tilted my chin down a little, wanting to fully take her in again and again.

"Like what you see?" She scoffed and lifted a beer bottle to her pretty red lips. "Most boys are subtle about eye-fucking someone. Do I need to teach you how it's done?"

"Most guys haven't waited four years to approach the girl who tears up their nights and promises things no girl could possibly come through on." I shrugged and plucked the beer from her hand. "Not even you, Lena."

She chuckled and turned, her smile reaching her eyes as she seemed to spot something she liked.

I glanced in the direction of her attention and took another step closer before handing her the beer back. "Whatcha see?"

"Zach's here with his supplies. I want ink." She took the beer and licked the rim before moaning softly.

The sound drove a spike into the center of me as my cock stirred, pulsing with hopeful anticipation of being ridden, long and hard.

I swallowed and forced myself to chill. I’d been with lots of girls, but nobody ever captured my heart like Selene. There was never a shortage of the pretty girls who had taken up so many of my nights over the last four years. Yet, I only fantasized about one. She invaded my thoughts and dreams all the time.  

"I didn't realize that dude was an ink slinger,” I said. “He busted the curve in my chemistry class this year like a thousand times."

She laughed and reached for my hand, sliding her fingers against mine and tugging me with her. "Come with me. Let's get something to remember tonight by."

"I have enough ink on me. I'm saving my back for when I join an MC." I rubbed my thumb over hers, not able to help myself.

"Chicken shit." She glanced over her shoulder as we moved up to the front of the line, cutting ten people.

"Hey... you can't cut." A whiny female voice called out from beside us. Lena turned her head and leaned over in front of me.

"They're several cups of shut-the-fuck-up at the house. Make sure you get one before you say something you'll regret." Selene winked at the perky cheerleader and tugged her hand from mine.

I stifled a laugh and moved up to watch with anticipation as she ran her fingers around the edge of her top and pulled hard. She handed the shirt to me and I took it, my eyes racing across the creamy tops of her breasts and the tight skin of her stomach. She was still wearing a tight tank top and I couldn’t stop staring.

"What can I do for you, Selene?" Zach patted the seat beside him. "You want something original?"

"Yeah. A clover on my stomach."

She lifted up her tank top. Damn. She had the flattest stomach. It was sexy as hell. I couldn't remember another time in my life where my body was on fire for someone.

One night. Just one night, and then you go your separate ways.

“I can hold your shirt, Selene,” a guy next to me said. “Or you can make Lucky wear it.”

I chuckled. “Real men don’t wear pink. They eat it.”

Selene laughed.

She suddenly put her shirt down and extended her arm as Zach chuckled. “Nah, make it my wrist.”

"What else are you getting?" I crossed my arms over my thick chest. The gym had been good to me and now that it was summer, it was about to get a whole lot better.

"Nothing. I just want this one thing. What are you getting, chicken shit?"

I shook my head and smiled. "You're not goading me into getting a tat, you little tart. I'm not interested in getting one tonight."

"Pussy," she whispered up at me and licked her pretty mouth.

"What was the purpose of showing your tits to everyone if you wanted a tat on your wrist?" I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth, not liking how much of her pretty flesh was on display for anyone who glanced her way, and a lot of motherfuckers were glancing.

"I wanted you to see them. And just for the record. I didn’t lift my shirt up that high." She shrugged. "I could take my bra off if you like? Show you the muted pink of my nipples? Let you see how hard they get when you come around?"

"Fuck my life." Zach sat back and took a deep breath. "You're killing me, girl."

"Watch it, asshole." I popped Zach on the back and growled softly.

"Be nice. He's making me more pretty. So I have to stay still." Selene turned her attention from the ink slinger back to me. "I have lots of his work on me. Wanna see it?"

"Not here in front of everyone. I require a private showing." I brushed my fingers by my lips as the air was suddenly so hard to gain access to.

I knew she was ballsy and incredibly aggressive, but her sensual side was beyond anything I imagined an eighteen-year old girl capable of. Maybe I had been wrong.

"I think I would be good with that. Get a tat and I'll let you get up close to the one on my inner thigh. It's a pink flower." She gave the most innocent look I'd ever seen and my cock twitched as if trying to get her attention. She knew it was working.