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

Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

H arper 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 was heaven .

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 was nothing like 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.

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 utterly divine .

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 and shifted 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 heard the 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 did have 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 baby inside her 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 the handprint 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.

Upon walking into the bathroom, their his-and-her sinks were directly to his left. Immediately after that, in the corner, was a private toilet and door. The L-shaped bathroom then went to the right with a wide shower stall. Though it had come with two shower heads, Lucky had contracted Cage to add another two. There was no door to the shower, but an external wall made of non-vented glass cubes with a gap between the wall and the bathtub to enter. With the kids, Harper liked that the tub and shower connected so they could step directly into the shower without making a mess. Lucky liked it that too, but had more erotic reasons starring his sexy wife.

The bathtub was massive with enough leg room for even Lucky to lounge in.

What had once been two closets that were accessed from the bedroom were now a single walk-in closet with the door in the bathroom area directly across from the his-and-her sinks.

Harper was in the closet putting something into a shoebox before placing that shoebox on one of the shelves. Lucky wouldn’t have thought anything of it except for the deer in the headlights look she first gave him upon realizing that he was standing behind her. But Lucky trusted her too much to inquire. If it was something he needed to know, she would tell him. If not, he didn’t want to push her and ruin a potential surprise she was planning.

His birthday was coming up, after all, and Harper loved to give gifts. Since Scotty couldn’t keep a secret to save his life, Harper generally kept a present or two from their son so Lucky could also be surprised.

Lucky placed the tray on the sink counter between the two basins.

With one hand on her back and the other on the shoe shelf, Harper rose to her feet before Lucky could move to assist her. She was independent enough to do things herself, but loved him enough to let him help her because it made him happy. He appreciated that.

By this stage in her pregnancy, Harper’s balance wasn’t ideal. She had no choice but to ask for his assistance, which he was more than happy to provide for her. Like getting in and out of the bathtub.

“Can I unwrap you now?” he asked, his eyes falling to her luscious, plump breasts. Her left tit was still trying to escape its bindings and he was all about lending assistance.

Harper licked her lips. “Can I have a salmon roll first?”

Lucky couldn’t conceal his smile. Of course, she wanted a salmon roll first. “I see where your priorities are, wife.”

She grinned wickedly at him as he handed her one. “I’d be hard pressed to choose between the two of you.” She popped the whole thing into her mouth and moaned. “I take it back, definitely the rolls.”

Lucky put a hand to his heart, feigning pain. “Oh, how you wound me, darlin’!”

Her grin widened around her mouthful. She took a minute to chew and swallow before saying, “On second thought, if I choose you, then you can always make me more. But if I choose the salmon, then I’ll eventually run out.” She made a face of contemplation. “All right, I guess I choose you.”

Chuckling, Lucky swept her up into his arms. “I am truly honored by your decision to choose me over salmon rolls.”

“Salmon rolls with honey ,” Harper emphasized. He placed her down by the bathtub.

“Ah, that makes it so much more difficult to choose.” Lucky reached for the bow beneath her breasts that was now sagging enough to be resting against her belly.

The look Harper gave him was a mixture of heat and humor. “Plus, if I get rid of you, then who will hand me more rolls once I’m in the tub?”

“Very sound logic,” Lucky mused as the wrap released her breasts and he unwound it from around her shoulders and back. Her nipples formed into sharp peaks.

Due to her pregnancy, she couldn’t have the bath as hot as she normally liked it. Which was honestly a relief for Lucky because he always had to turn the water down whenever he joined her in the bath or shower. How she had it so hot and didn’t boil like a lobster, he’d never know. Another one of her mysterious woman powers.

Harper gave him her back so he could undo the bow above her ass. Harper had always had a bit of a belly pooch, which Lucky absolutely adored. Her pregnancy weight only made her more appealing to him. Especially because a lot of it sat in her hips and ass.

He squeezed her plump globes before working the bow loose. With her hair still up in the clip he’d put it in earlier, Lucky dipped his head to place a kiss on the back of her shoulder. She shivered. Lucky moved closer to her body as he took the wrap off her hips. He wasn’t sure what it was actually called, but the word ‘sarong’ came to mind. Whatever it was, he absolutely loved it.

Not to be outdone by her nudity, Lucky quickly removed his own shirt. He still had to get his boots off before he could undo his jeans. Noticing the height of the water behind her, Lucky reached over to turn off the water. He spotted a bag of her pregnancy safe bath salts on the edge of the tub. Towards the end of Conner’s pregnancy, Lucky had stumbled upon a subscription service for expectant moms. Since she was nearly at her due date, Lucky had only purchased the third trimester Bump Box as well as the new baby box. He’d given the new baby box to her when she’d still been in the hospital after delivery. This time around, Lucky had purchased the whole bundle, receiving a box per trimester, the new baby box, as well as a dad box. In one of the boxes had been the bath salts. Lucky had given her a new box at the beginning of each trimester, saving the last two for Scotty to give to Harper and him when they were at the hospital after the baby was born.

It was just a little something that brought a smile to her face, which was worth any expense.

Carefully, Lucky guided Harper into the water. Normally, he would offer her the bath pillow next, but he was joining her and would be taking the place of her pillow. Now that she was seated safely, Lucky worked his boots off before stripping out of his jeans. Their clothes made a pile in the corner under where their towel racks were. The bathroom had a black and white theme to it, and someone had gifted them monogrammed black towels as a wedding gift last May.

One of Harper’s favorite features in their new bathroom was the folding tray that was attached to the wall above the far side of the tub. When not in use, it lay flat against the tiled wall and out of the way. When she wanted to use it, all she had to do was pull the bamboo tray out and it slid down the rungs on the wall until it locked into place perpendicular to the porcelain tub. It even had little divots for a wine glass, a book, a candle, or whatever else she wanted to fit into them. It also had a second rung so it could slide from the right side of the tub to more centered, giving Harper the ability to still use it when Lucky joined her.

Naked, Lucky brought over her tray. He put her mug on the spot that he was pretty sure was supposed to be for a wine glass. Her plate of salmon rolls went next and then her bowl of raspberries. He left the can of whipped cream on the bathroom counter.

He also grabbed her loofah and body wash from the shower. He had promised to continue her massage after all.

After popping another salmon roll into her mouth, Harper leaned forward until her breasts were pressed up against the bamboo tray so Lucky could squeeze in behind her. He carefully lowered himself down so he didn’t jostle her or the tray. Harper then settled herself between his legs, her lower back pressing right up against his erection.

“Is that for me?” she asked saucily.

“Always,” he assured her. He reached forward and grabbed some raspberries.

Harper let out a hum of pleasure as Lucky hand-fed her, his fingers dipping into her mouth slightly. “Scotty’s been bugging me for his sister’s name.”

Lucky’s chest rumbled with his chuckle. “You too. He tried to bribe me with cookies the other day if I told him.”

“The cookies you bought him?” she inquired.

Lucky offered her another raspberry. “The very same.”

“We told everyone she was a girl, but I still want to keep the name between us. We have less than two months to go.”

“He can be patient like everyone else.” Lucky traced his fingers lightly over imaginary lines on Harper’s bulging belly. He loved feeling his daughter kick at him from the womb. It was the most surreal of feelings. “Sissy did ask me for her initials though. I told her I’d ask you but I don’t have an issue with that.” He pressed a kiss to her temple as he offered her another raspberry. “Sissy knows how to keep a secret.”

“I’m fine with that,” Harper agreed around the raspberry in her mouth. “Salmon roll, please.”

Lucky reached for the roll with his left hand, moving his right down under the water. He picked up her right leg and rested it over his own. Then dipped his hand under her belly to the apex of her thighs. As Harper took the salmon roll into her mouth, her tongue licked around his fingers and she sucked a little harder than necessary.

She tipped her hips forward as Lucky’s long fingers parted the lips of her pussy to find her clit.