Page 7 of Loving Lucian

Chapter 6

Haylee

Sitting on the rug, with a blanket wrapped around me, I watched the fire Lucian had lit burn. We hadn’t spoken since we had . . .. I could barely bring myself to say it, but we made love. God, what was I doing? I was still thinking that when he handed me a cup of coffee and sat down beside me, his jeans on and no top. Fair enough to say it had me ready for round two, or would it technically be round three?

“Darling, what happened to your cheek?” His finger traced my cheekbone, sending delights through my body.

I could lie.

“Harley hit me.” I paused. “Well, back-handed me.” I wondered for a moment if I should add the fact that I punched him in return. Seeing Lucian’s expression, I knew I needed to. “I punched him in the mouth for doing it. Think I broke one of his crowns.” I brought the coffee to my lips.

“That’s my girl.” His finger paused on my bruising cheek. “I’ve missed—” He paused and didn’t say another word. I wanted to smirk because while I had missed him, I would never say it out loud, much like how he had stopped himself from saying it out loud.

“How’s the club?” I changed the subject for him.

“Dying and surviving.” He ran his hand down my back. “Got some new meth, so it has helped the books.”

My expression tightened. But by the smirk on his face, he did it on purpose to get under my skin. “Yes, well, my books are in the negative thanks to losing the meth trade.”

His lips twitched up, and he tucked my hair behind my ear. “Maybe we could work something out?”

“I don’t deal with bikers.”

“Good, cause you are dealing with your husband.” And then he kissed me on my cheek, sending a wave through my body that I couldn’t explain even if I wanted to.

---