Chapter Five
Lucky
I learned a long time ago that life only gives you so many opportunities. Sometimes you just gotta leap into the unknown. -Lucky
I grab onto the trellis and wonder aloud how the hell people make this look so damn easy in the movies. This flimsy thing isn’t going to hold my weight. Fuck, it wouldn’t hold half my weight.
I turn my gaze to the big oak tree next to the house. Guess that’s the better route. I shrug.
I curse myself as I climb the tree. “Had a few fuckin’ beers and decided that I’m some kind of athlete. All this for a girl…” Even as I say the words, I know that Rose isn’t just some girl. She’s the girl. I shake my head. Dangerous thoughts.
I scouted out the large, white Victorian house before I decided on this “surprise”.
I know which bedroom is Rose’s. I sit down and scoot along the extended tree limb and debate how I’m going to do this.
I pull a few pennies from my pocket and throw one at her window.
It makes a loud clang and falls to the ground.
I glance around. Fuck, I suck at this. I’m going to end up in the county jail before the end of the night. Not that it would be the first time I’ve been there.
No sign of Rose yet. I pull another coin from my pocket and throw it a little softer. This time it hits with a small ding. I scoot closer to the window looking for any movement.
Aw, success. Finally, Rose’s light flicks on.
She struggles with the window for a moment while I watch her with a wide grin. She’s wearing a white tank top. Her nipples are clearly showing through the thin material, and I can see the swell of her breasts above the neckline.
My dick stirs and I shift in the tree. Not the best place to get a hard-on.
I wave as she finally manages to get the window open.
“What the heck are you doing out here, Lucky? Are you trying to get yourself killed? My dad will be happy to do the job if he sees you out here. He’ll probably grab his rifle and shoot you down.”
Her angry tone should be a warning, but all I care about is how beautiful she looks in the moonlight. Her curly red hair flows around her shoulders, and I can see the little freckles that dot her cheeks. Honestly the sight of her makes me a little dizzy. How many beers did I have?
“I’ve come to give you an answer, Rose, oh my Rose.” I sing-song her name and chuckle when a blush rises to her cheeks.
My Rose is so sweet and innocent.
“Get your tail in here, Lucky. You’re drunk as a skunk. You’ll probably fall getting down.” There’s real fear in her eyes and I make the mistake of looking down.
Fuck, that’s far.
“Yep, that sounds like a good idea.” I scoot my butt closer to the window and then warn Rose to move away from the window. “I’m gonna make a jump for it. Move out of the way, baby.”
I take a lunge/fall into the open window and barely make it. What is that saying? God protects fools and drunk people? I guess it applies in this situation because I find myself face down on Rose’s bedroom floor.
I roll over and she stands above me, hands on hips. “You could have just called me, you fool. Or found me at the church. What the heck were you thinking?”
I give her a dopey grin. “I love how you never cuss. It’s so sweet.”
She folds her arms and lifts an eyebrow. “You want to hear me curse? Try a stunt like this again!” She lowers her voice. “My dad could have heard you.”
I jump to my feet. “But he didn’t, apparently.” At least, not yet.
“Only because he sleeps like the dead.” She rolls her eyes. “Now say what you have to say and get out of here.”
I stick out my lower lip. “So grumpy.” I puff up my chest. “I came to give you good news, baby girl.” I pause for dramatic effect.
“I have decided to fuck you and take that pesky virginity off your hands.” I hold a hand to my heart.
“I know it requires great sacrifice on my part, but I am willing to be the sacrificial lamb.”
Instead of celebrating or throwing her arms around me like I suspected she might, she gives me a hard look and then shrugs. “I don’t know. Maybe I’ve changed my mind.”
“Changed your mind?” I yell. “How the hell could you change your mind?”
Her gaze darts around the room in panic. “Lower your voice, you idiot.”
“What you do mean, you changed your mind?” Anger rumbles in my chest and I approach her, breathing in the sweet smell of vanilla that seems to cling to her. “Did you find someone else? Because if you did…”
I’ll kill them.
“No, I didn’t. It’s just…” she swallows and looks down at the floor. “I don’t know if I can do it. What if I’m not any good at it? What if you’re disappointed?”
“Fuck that,” I growl. I tip her chin up with my finger and look into her deep brown eyes. “I could never be disappointed so get that thought out of your mind.”
She gives me a small smile. “What if I’m bad at everything?”
“You won’t be. You’re a pretty damn good kisser, for one. Remember that from the other day?”
She nods and I take a step closer, stroking her cheek with my hand. “Wanna try that again, baby girl? Just to make sure?”
This time when our lips meet there’s no mistaking the hunger there.
There’s no hiding the pure lust that arcs between us.
I hold her close, my hands roaming up and down her bare arms and finally coming to rest on the curve of her ass.
She’s wearing barely-there shorts and I squeeze the plump cheeks of her ass. She lets out a low moan.
I rub against her so she can feel how hard I am and then finally make myself pull away. “You see, baby girl? You see how you could never be bad at this?”
She bites down on her lower lip and nods. “Can I touch you, Lucky? Can I touch it?”
Aw, sweet fuckin’ innocence.
“Yes, baby you can touch it. You can do anything you like to it.”
Her small hand moves to the front of my jeans and strokes along the zipper where my cock is painfully erect. “That feels good. So damn good.” My voice is deep with hunger and need.
I unzip my jeans for her and push them down, along with my boxers. My cock juts forward, already leaking for her.
“Touch it, lick it, do anything you want to it, Rose. It’s all for you.”
Her eyes light up and she licks her lips.
I can’t stop myself. I want to push all her buttons. This woman has broken me. That or she’s finally healing me. I can’t decide.
I lean forward to whisper in her ear. “You want to be a bad girl, huh, princess? I can show you how to be one. Hell, I’m an expert at that. Get down on your knees.”
My mind goes blank when she simply follows my command. She falls to her knees and looks up at me like she’s ready to worship.
Fuck, I’m in heaven.