Page 4 of Lucky's Lucky St. Paddy Day

Harper groaned as her belly growled loudly.

Lucky chuckled into her ear, pressing a kiss to her lobe. “Are you hungry, darlin’?”

Harper shook her head, trying to nestle herself back against his hard chest further. “I don’t wanna move,” she whined.

“How about this?” Lucky said in a low, seductive voice. “You go get a bath started and I will be along in just a minute with some of your salmon rolls and honey. I’ll even refill your tea for you.”

Harper groaned again, because that sounded utterlydivine.

The icing on the cake, though, was Lucky’s next offer. “I’ll continue the massage in the bathtub.”

Lucky in hot water, rubbing his sexy hands all over her? Yes, please!

Harper popped upright on the couch. Unfortunately, she moved too fast and would have gone back down if Lucky hadn’t placed his hands on her back to help steady her. Somehow, he maneuvered his big body out from behind her and then stood. With gentle strength, he assisted her to her feet.

It took a moment for her to feel steady enough. Her sexy outfit was a little looser now that it had been moved aside andshifted so Lucky could reach different parts of her during his massage. Her left boob seemed determined to escape its binding.

Harper looked down at it and grumbled under her breath, “Stupid boob.”

Lucky clearly saw, and possibly heard, but he was smart enough not to comment. “Go get the bath started. I’ll be right in.” He bent to pick up her new coat, which she wasn’t sure she’d ever wear again, as he walked away.

Harper’s eyes landed on his tight ass in those jeans and damn if her stomach didn’t grumble again. Her entire body was on fire for her husband, and she was beginning to regret not just jumping his bones as soon as they were kid-free.

Then again, with her current lack of balance, she’d probably end up hurting herself if she attempted jumping on anything. It was a good thing she was tall for a woman, at five-eight. She had no idea how Tessa, at five-two, was able to get anything done. Due to her shortness, Tessa also looked like she was carrying two or more babies, when it was only one. Her belly was massive in comparison to her petite frame. Then again, she was carrying Bear’s ‘cub’ and that man did not get his moniker because he was small and cute.

Harper was partway up the stairs before she recalled her other purchases. Scowling, she glared at the steps between her and the living room. After a long day at work, plus going shopping, and then that bone-melting massage, Harper’s energy was reaching its limit.

Still, she made her way back down the stairs and into the living room. She did not want Lucky to see what was in these bags.

Not yet anyway.

Lucky heardthe water start running upstairs just as he was putting all the extra food back in the fridge. Harper had a thing for honey this pregnancy that she hadn’t had with Conner. It was a running joke around the club that her baby was Bear’s instead of Lucky’s because of this craving. Lucky had no issue with the joke because it was all in good fun and he knew damn well that he was the father of his wife’s baby. His love and faith in Harper was absolute—plus he’d hate to have to widow Tessa and leave her two babies fatherless.

Due to a concern with gestational diabetes because of her increased sugar intake, Dr. Pedaleck, Harper’s OB-Gyn, had suggested eating the honey with other food groups, such as salmon or low sugar fruits. Harper loved salmon, so Lucky had gotten a cookbook that gave a lot of variety for salmon recipes. One of them was a smoked salmon roll with honey and lemon cream cheese. Harper ate them like they were made of chocolate, so Lucky always made sure to have extra on hand. Since they were easier to make in batches, there were at least two large containers of the salmon rolls in the fridge.

On a serving tray, he placed the plate of the salmon rolls, her now steaming cup of tea, a bowl of raspberries, and a can of whipped cream, because he was feeling hopeful that her revenge for his toe joke that morning was over with the massage. Harper’s new outfit was fucking sexy and he needed to get more than just his hands on her.

He’d been in a constant state of arousal since she’d dropped that damn coat.

But he also wasn’t such a horny jerk that he couldn’t take a joke of his own. Her little tease had certainly worked, and he didhave it coming. Bottom line, his devotion to his wife extended further than their bedroom activities. If Harper’s pregnancy prevented her from being able to have sex again for the duration, it wasn’t as if he’d seek it elsewhere.

Hell, he’d been practically celibate prior to meeting her due to his schedule and responsibilities as a single father.

A couple of months back, one of his club brothers had run his mouth about how he didn’t believe pregnancy, periods, and all the other things women complain about were ‘that bad’. As a result, a Gender War had been started, where the men had to do a series of tasks while hooked up to a period cramp simulator unit. Lucky had nearly been on the floor bawling and he hadn’t even been at the highest setting.

The truth was, Lucky simply didn’t have the balls to be a woman.

Harper was growing his babyinsideher body.Again. The female body was beyond amazing and there was no way Lucky would ever hold any of her body’s needs or reactions against her. She was incredible. It was Lucky’s duty and privilege to provide anything she needed during this time, as well as the rest of her life.

For him, a relationship went beyond sex. It was about finding his other half and cherishing her to the point of smothering.

After locking up downstairs, Lucky carried the tray up to their bedroom. The modular home he’d purchased had two floors. Downstairs was the kitchen, living room, den, half bath, and laundry room that led out to the back porch. Upstairs was a full bath, three bedrooms, plus the master with an ensuite bath. Scotty’s room had an orange door with his family’s handprints decorating it. It replaced the one he’d lost from Lucky’s old house, but Scotty said he loved this one better because his family was now bigger. The tattoo down Lucky’s left arm matched thehandprint design, though he’d recently had Angel add Harper’s and Conner’s prints and names next to Scotty’s and Sissy’s.

Soon, he would be adding his daughter’s too.

Conner’s nursery was directly across from Harper and Lucky’s room. They already had a second crib inside in anticipation of their daughter’s arrival. For now, the two babies would be sharing a room. Once Conner was old enough, he would move into his own room. The third bedroom was currently a guest room. Though she had never lived in this house as she had the other, Scotty still referred to the guest room as Sissy’s room.

Lucky and Harper’s room was massive. They had a king bed with a big headboard, cabinet towers, and night stands combo. There was a mirror between the cabinets directly above the bed and headboard. Lucky’s dresser and Harper’s dresser stood next to each other on the far wall. A single runner topped both and a dozen picture frames sat on top. A loveseat and rocking chair were in one corner, giving them the ability to sit there or on the bed and still see the TV on the wall above their dressers.

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