Page 3 of Lucky's Lucky St. Paddy Day

“You can always kiss me,” she told him. Because she had no intention of torturing herself on their weekend too.

Lucky’s mouth dropped to hers. Every kiss they shared seemed to get better with time. There was no replacing their first kiss and it would always be a cherished memory she held dear to her heart. But they’d each learned so much about the other sincethen. It made Harper look forward to their future kisses more than nostalgic for past ones.

He knew how much she loved having her face cradled between his large hands. How she loved when he nibbled on her lower lip. How to make her sag against him with desire and long for his mouth on more than just her lips.

Harper had to fight to remember that she needed to keep her trench coat closed so she didn’t accidentally reveal what she had underneath it.

Finally, Lucky lifted his head. Just in the nick of time too, because Harper had half-convinced herself vengeance was overrated and to demand he take her to bed.

“I’ll go back to the couch now,” he whispered against her lips. At her nod, he gave her another small kiss and then released her to return to the couch.

Harper had to shake her head to clear her lust-filled thoughts. Damn him, she knew he’d done that on purpose.

Lucky retook his seat on the thick cushion. Since all of his furniture had been destroyed in the house fire and hers had been second-hand from a thrift store, they’d chosen to purchase all new furniture when they were furnishing their new house. Harper had chosen this living room set because it was wide enough for Lucky and Harper to lay supine while spooning and long enough that his feet didn’t hit the armrest while doing it.

He placed his biker boots on either side of the pillow still on the floor.

Harper stepped forward, gripping the edges of her coat in front of her. “Remember, the rule. You’re not allowed to come unless I say so.”

The look in his eyes was scorching. “I’ll do my best, darlin’, but I make no promises. You know how much your beautiful body gets me riled up.”

Harper supposed that was as good a promise as she was going to get. She opened the trench coat, letting gravity pull it down her arms. It piled on the floor behind her feet.

The maternity store she’d gone to in Cottonville had a small intimacy section, but she knew they had what she’d been looking for from a previous shopping trip. It had taken a tip to the clerk to help her get the outfit on and then let her keep it on so she could walk out of the store wearing it. Hence the new trench coat.

The lingerie was a cool lilac and there was no way that she would have been able to put it on without assistance. The pareo-style skirt hugged her hips below her baby belly, wrapping itself around her and leaving an easily undone bowtie above her butt. The top was a single piece of fabric that wound itself around her heavy breasts in the shape of an X and reminded her a bit of a policeman’s shoulder holster. Its bow tie rested between her breasts.

Her large pregnant belly was uncovered and showcased by the outfit.

Lucky took it all in. From head to toe. Very slowly. She caught the dilation in his eyes as well as the quickness of his breath and felt vindicated.

Still, he wasn’t so enamored that he didn’t notice she was trying to kneel down between his legs. He reached forward to help her until her knees were resting on the pillow. “Fuck, darlin’, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

She smiled up at him. Rubbing her hands up and down his thick thighs, she took note of the growing bulge beneath his zipper. “Not looking too bad yourself, handsome. Will you hold my hair up for me please?”

Lucky reached forward, gathering her dark hair up into a fist. “I’m not going to be able to keep that promise, darlin’. Thesecond you get your mouth on me, I’m going to be fighting not to come.”

Harper smiled wickedly up at him. “Then maybe you should be nicer to me and I’ll be nicer to you. And who said anything about me putting my mouth on you?”

Then she turned, twisting herself between his legs while he still had a grip on her hair. Her butt lowered onto the pillow and he had to widen his thighs to fit her shoulders between them. Then she unclipped a claw hair clip from around the bottom of her skirt and handed it over her head to him behind her. Obediently, he took it and used it to bind her hair up on top of her head.

Harper reached into her top—if one could even call the measly thing she was wearing a top—and pulled out the travel size bottle of massage oil she’d stored there. Handing it behind herself to him, she said, “Back and shoulders please.”

Lucky let out a snort before he took the bottle with a chuckled, “Yes, ma’am.”

CHAPTER 2

Harper was a large puddle of goo by the time Lucky was done. He’d not only done her back and shoulders per her request, but had also done her arms, fingers, neck, and scalp. His talented fingers worked out all the knots and kinks in her body until she could barely function or form a complete thought. It washeaven.

He even moved her up on to the couch between his legs so he could reach her lower back and hips. Harper was more grateful than ever that they’d gotten a deep couch.

Both Harper and Tessa had been seeing Paige, Harper’s sister-in-law and Demo’s ol’ lady, for acupuncture sessions to help with the stress and pains that came with pregnancy. Paige had closed her acupuncture studio in town after an unfortunate incident with a stalker who had taken Paige and Abby hostage. Since then, Paige had set up a studio of sorts in the clubhouse in one of the empty apartments and had been seeing the club members as needed. She also did massage therapy and had been teaching the ol’ ladies yoga. Even some of the members were joining in, to the women’s amusement and delight—mainly because they did so shirtless.

Harper appreciated Paige’s efforts and expertise. She’d helped Harper a lot through Conner’s pregnancy too, but there wasnothinglike having Lucky’s hands on her.

He laid back against the couch, pulling Harper to his chest. Then he lifted her pregnant belly as Paige had taught him to do to give her back a rest from the weight of their baby growing inside her. Their daughter also seemed to like her daddy’s attention because she was kicking and moving a lot more than she had been all day.

Harper leaned back against Lucky and would have started to doze off if her daughter didn’t take that moment to remind Harper how hungry they were.

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