Lucky’s Lucky St. Paddy Day (Via Daemonia Motorcycle Club #11)

Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1

L ucky had no idea how he’d gotten so lucky. Despite the chaos of the school morning, the clatter of utensils on plates, the chatter of things to do or remember, the hurrying of making sure nothing was forgotten, it was all music to his ears. He’d struggled for so long to just survive . Raising two small children, one with special needs, did not give him a lot of time to breathe or simply bask in the moment.

Now, his thirty-three week pregnant wife was hustling around the kitchen with a spot of icing on her nose as she tried to keep their son, Scotty, from making too much of a mess. Perhaps preparing an Irish cream breakfast cake had been a bit much for a Friday breakfast, but Lucky had felt inspired. It was St. Paddy’s Day this coming Monday, after all.

Scotty was all decked out in green in anticipation because, according to him, holidays celebrated on only one day a year were boring. Like Christmas was regularly celebrated all December, Scotty liked to celebrate other holidays over their month too. Therefore, St. Paddy’s Day wasn’t just March 17 th each year, but all of March. Lucky was not one to often tell his son “no” to something, but he had had to put his foot down when Scotty asked to dye his hair, teeth, and skin green.

“Like a Smurf !” Scotty had argued. “But green-e-er .”

Scotty had to settle for painting his nails green this year. He wasn’t entirely happy or satisfied with the lack of green on his body, but then his aunts and uncles from the club had delivered a number of St. Paddy themed shirts, green jeans, and green sneakers to Scotty one afternoon.

No one could dispute the fact that Scotty was spoiled by more than just his parents.

Conner was sitting on Lucky’s lap as he spoon fed him baby cereal. There was no comparison or difference in his love for Scotty and Sissy versus his love for Conner and their daughter currently growing in Harper’s womb. Biology did not make Scotty and Sissy any less his children. It was a discussion that Bulldog and Lucky had had, as both had children that weren’t biologically theirs. Bulldog and Abby had chosen not to have additional children beyond the four they already had, even though Bulldog had not fathered any of them and Abby had only birthed two of them. Harper was in a similar position, having adopted Scotty.

While Scotty and Lucky shared the same dirty blonde hair, Conner had inherited Harper’s raven hair. His skin tone was not as dark as Harper’s beautiful olive skin and his eyes seemed to be the perfect mixture of Lucky’s milk chocolate and Harper’s green. He was a little chunky monkey and had the appetite to go with it.

Lucky couldn’t wait for their daughter to finally grace them with her presence. He had no doubt she would be just as beautiful, if not more, than her mother.

Looking across the kitchen table at his gorgeous wife trying to keep Scotty’s green shirt as clean as possible, Lucky was captivated by her smile.

Using one hand to support Conner sitting on his lap, Lucky picked up a dirty napkin that was sitting crumpled on the table. He’d used it a few minutes ago to clean up Conner’s milk splattered face. Gently tossing it across the table, it hit Harper on the side of her head by her ear.

Gasping, she turned wide eyes on Lucky. “What was that?” Though her question was PG, her eyes screamed a four letter word at him that promised retribution.

He smiled widely at her. “A dirty napkin.”

Her eyes narrowed. “And why did you throw a dirty napkin at me?”

Scotty was watching their exchange, his eyes flicking back and forth between his parents like he was watching a tennis match. A large, goofy smile adorned his face. But as much as Lucky absolutely adored seeing such a smile on his oldest son’s face, it was the fire in his wife’s eyes that was his payment.

“So you would look at me while I told you how much I love you,” he answered honestly. Conner started fussing with Lucky’s attention now off of him. Lucky grabbed some cereal kernels and held them in the flat of his large palm for his son to grab.

Though Conner was almost a year old, he still wasn’t talking. He made sounds but not words. Harper wasn’t worried, and Lucky was relying on her expertise in this. He had a lot of doctors and therapists to help him when Scotty was Conner’s age because it was known he was going to have speech and physical challenges. For Conner, there was no need for all that extra assistance. The fact that he wasn’t talking did concern Lucky, but Harper knew more about developmental stages than Lucky did. Sissy had been a kid when he’d received guardianship of her. Conner, despite being his third child, was the first where he had what some would consider a standard parenting experience. Yet he was the one who felt out of his element.

Harper had been working with Conner since he was weeks old to understand baby sign language. Some of the motions reminded Lucky of the hand signs they’d used when he was a Marine. He supposed, in a way, there wasn’t much difference. They were both nonverbal ways to communicate.

Harper raised an eyebrow at Lucky. “And you couldn’t have just said my name to get my attention?”

Lucky shook his head. “Too boring. I like to keep you on your toes.”

The eyebrow lowered as her eyes narrowed. “I am thirty-three weeks pregnant. I don’t even know where my toes are.”

“Scotty, help Mommy find her toes,” Lucky suggested as he grabbed more cereal out of the bowl for Conner. His son eagerly started to stuff his cheeks in an adorable imitation of a chipmunk.

Scotty immediately dropped to his knees under the table and started to go searching for Harper’s toes. She wore a pair of fuzzy slippers around the house most days because they were easy for her to slip on and off without needing to bend over. Also, it allowed her a bit more comfort before she had to squeeze her swollen feet into shoes for her work day.

Harper started giggling as Scotty located her toes and started counting piggies. “This little piggy went to the market, this little piggy stayed home…”

Ticklish as she was, Harper grabbed her pregnant belly. “Stop! Stop! I’m going to pee my pants!”

“But I gotta finish the song!”

Harper steeled her jaw as she said, “Make it quick, Scotty!” While shooting a death glare across the table at Lucky, she mouthed, “You’re dead meat.”

Lucky smiled widely at her.

“…and this little piggy cried ‘wee-wee-wee’ all the way home!” Scotty finished in a sing-song voice from under the table.

As soon as he was done, Harper stood up, using the table for balance. “I will get my revenge!” she vowed before doing an adorable pregnancy waddle to get to the bathroom.

“Promise?” he called after her.

The bathroom door slamming closed was her only response.

Harper plotted her revenge all day. After several text messages were sent, she had the start of a plan. When Angel came to pick up Bree, Aaron, and Ollie from school, Harper was able to catch her and ask her to bring Scotty home too. She had some shopping to do that would not be appropriate to take Scotty with her.

By the time she got home, she’d finished arranging everything. Lucky obviously knew something was up. Her revenge was no secret, since she’d shouted she would be getting even with him that morning. Plus, her energy was quickly waning and she didn’t have the stamina to plot an elaborate surprise.

She’d texted Lucky prior to leaving the store that he was to be waiting for her on the couch when she got home. He’d eagerly agreed.

Bulldog and Abby had already picked up Scotty and his suitcase for his weekend ‘away’ with Lila. Spot, Scotty’s service and protection golden retriever, was over at Bulldog and Abby’s so much that he had food and toys over there already. Since Bulldog lived two houses down from Harper and Lucky and they shared a communal backyard, it wasn’t really a weekend away, but it was close enough to count. Plus, it got Scotty out of the house.

Sissy and her fiancée, Sara, whose road name was Scissors, were on their way to pick up Conner. They would beat Harper there and be gone before she arrived. Though technically Sissy was Harper’s stepdaughter because Harper had married her father, the two had a relationship that was more like sisters-in-law. Which Harper was completely fine with. She was only four years older than Sissy, after all, and Sissy was as much of an adult as Harper was. It would have been weird to try to take on a maternal role with Sissy as Harper had with Scotty.

Harper knew that Sissy and Scissors were talking about trying for a baby after their wedding. Since there was no date yet for the wedding, Harper knew it wasn’t a pressing decision, but it was one they were having. So Harper had selflessly offered up her baby for the weekend to give them a trial run. She knew Sissy would see right through her ploy, but she was a good sport and offered to take her little brother anyway.

Lucky was sitting on the couch as she’d requested when Harper got home. She took a moment to bask in the silence of their house. She loved her kids, but damn, she hadn’t realized how much she missed the silence of a child-free home.

Despite knowing that he had some payback coming his way, Lucky had set up her slippers by the front door for her to easily slip into. He also placed her favorite cup of tea by the door. Harper almost felt bad for what he had coming.

Almost.

After getting her slippers on, Harper picked up her mug of Lady in Waiting tea. It had been gifted to her by Bear’s mother during her first pregnancy and Lucky had been keeping it in stock for her ever since. Harper breathed in its peppermint scent with a sigh of relief.

Her husband was sitting on the couch, watching her with obvious hunger in his eyes. She saw the question in his eyes as he took in her new long coat and the shopping bags in her hand.

“Welcome home, wife.” Lucky’s deep voice sent heat flooding through her veins, but she refused to let it distract her. She had a mission to accomplish.

Harper walked into their living room, doing a quick glance to ensure all the curtains were already closed. Of course they were, because her husband knew just how high her libido got at this stage of her pregnancy. He likely assumed that there was some sexual torture coming his way as her revenge.

He wasn’t wrong.

Harper’s new long trench coat was tan and buttoned down the middle. It covered all of her except for her fuzzy slippers and her head. She took a sip of her tea, which was at the perfect drinking temperature. “Thank you for my tea.”

“Of course, darlin’.” She saw the way his body shifted and figured he’d been about to get up to greet her before recalling her demand to remain seated.

At almost forty-two, her husband was a work of art. His dirty blonde hair mixed with gray, giving her a hint of the silver fox he would one day be. His well-toned six-two frame was a testament to the time he spent in their home gym with Scotty. Due to the nerve damage done to his feet when his house had burned down, Lucky had had to give up running as a hobby. Even two years later, he still had to wear specially-designed inserts and cushioned socks in his boots to not irritate the bottoms of his feet. But he did not let that limitation stop him.

Harper, for one, was extremely appreciative of his efforts. She’d licked every one of his muscles more than once, laying claim to them. And seeing as she’d spent most of their relationship and marriage pregnant, there was no feeling quite like having her husband being able to carry her with her current extra weight.

Harper set her tea cup on the end table and her shopping bags on the lounge chair. “Move the coffee table out please and put a pillow on the floor between your legs.”

Lucky raised an eyebrow at the authority in her tone but also did as he was told. “I quite like Bossy Harper. You should bring her out more often.”

Harper had to school her face so she didn’t grin at him. “You have one rule this weekend.” She started to unbutton her trench coat. “You are not allowed to come unless I say so.”

“Weekend?” he questioned. The other eyebrow lifted into the air. “Scotty and Conner aren’t coming back tomorrow?”

Harper shook her head. She’d nearly gotten all the buttons undone. Her large belly was trying to part the sides but she wasn’t ready for that yet. It was hard getting to the lower buttons too. “I have you all to myself until Sunday evening.”

Lucky smiled. “And what wicked things do you have planned for me, Mrs. McCoy, that would require the absence of our children?”

“I’ll tell you in just a second,” Harper grumbled, fighting with the last three buttons. After several more minutes of no progress, Harper’s shoulders sagged in defeat. “Can you please help me with these buttons?”

Lucky’s smile told her he was happy to help, despite the unintentional interruption. He got up from the couch with a grace she envied and approached her. Harper clasped the edges closed so he couldn’t see what she had on underneath. Lucky made quick work of the three buttons from Hell and then stood up to his full height.

“May I kiss you to show you how much I missed you today or is that against the rules too?” He waggled his eyebrows.

“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 since then. 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’. The second 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.”