Lucky: The Irish MC (4 page)

I glared. He was gorgeous, but already one of the cockiest assholes I’d ever met. Bristling, I remembered why I didn’t like being around men.

“What were you doing in there?” I asked casually. “Hiding?”

He laughed shortly. “None of your business, brownie,” he said. I felt a blush emerge beneath the surface of my face. “So, you wanna take me for a drink? I’ve been locked up for a hell of a long time.”

He smiled at me again and I felt an unfamiliar feeling coil up in my lower belly. It wasn’t exactly pure lust, like I’d felt in the dream, but it was powerful nonetheless. As it grew stronger, I realized how incredibly attractive this stranger was. He was one of the most gorgeous men I’d ever seen. Just looking at his veiny hands made me shiver with delight and anticipation. But there was no way in hell he could ever want someone like me, no matter how much he was smiling like that.

“You must not have seen a woman for a long time,” I said drily. “I have a feeling you wouldn’t normally be quite so thirsty.”

“I’m plenty thirsty,” he said in a gruff voice. “Aren’t you?”

Mickey

Am I dreaming
? I wondered to myself when the gorgeous, lithe little brunette pulled open the carton. She gazed at me with a mix of horror and surprise, and instantly, I knew it.
Thank you, god, thank you, Mason, thank you, Jimmy
, I thought, closing my eyes and tilting my head back in pleasure. As soon as I saw her, I knew they must have arranged to put her in the back of the truck as a surprise for me. I grinned. Sure, I would have maybe liked a little time to take a shower. But I wasn’t going to say no to pussy, especially not to gorgeous little brunette pussy. Whoever this girl was, she was hot in kind of a tough meets girl next door sorta way. She was short and petite with long brown hair in a braid that was snaking over one shoulder. I could see pert nipples poking through the thin material of her t-shirt, and instantly my cock sprang to life inside of my pants. Her small hips and firm, rounded ass generously filled a ripped up pair of old jeans. I imagined ripping her clothes off, how pale and soft her little body would be. I imagined her howling and crying in pleasure as I savagely bit and kissed her nipples. Closing my eyes, it was hard not to slip my hands into my pants and grab my cock. I wanted to bring it out for her to kiss.

“So, who the fuck are you?” she asked. She still hadn’t dropped the crowbar, and the way she was hopping from foot to foot was adorable. I wanted to scoop her up and bury my tongue between her legs until she was screaming.

“You’re a coy little wench,” I observed gruffly. Delicious pink flushed over her face and she shook her head.

“Who are you?” the girl demanded. Her voice was both high and scared, and for the first time, I had an inkling of doubt about whether or not she was a present from the club. “Tell me,” she said, swinging the crowbar again. When it swung in front of my face, I grabbed it with one hand and yanked it away from her with surprising ease. The girl cried out in shock and indignation and I laughed.

“You need to relax, honey,” I told her. “Mason and Jimmy shoulda warned you about me, but I promise I’m not that scary when you get to know me.” I grinned at her. “That is, unless you
want
me to be scary.”

She blinked. “Mason and Jimmy?”

“Yeah, honey,” I said. “The guys who told you to meet me here.”

“Oh, no,” she said, shaking her head. “No, no, that’s not what happened.”

I felt a lick of discomfort slide through my body. “What are you talking about?” I squinted at her. “Mason and Jimmy sent you to give me a little coming home present. It’s okay, baby, I’m used to women like you. Now why don’t we go somewhere that’s a little more comfortable. Did the trucker leave yet?”

The girl glared at me. She stepped closer and swung her hand back to slap me, but I caught her wrist mid-air. She struggled against me—the fragile bones in her wrist were birdlike, hollow-feeling—but eventually dropped her arms to her sides and crossed them against her chest. The motion made her succulent little tits stand out and I licked my lips and stared at her.

“Mason and Jimmy didn’t send me,” she said in a hollow voice. “I was the trucker. I was supposed to meet someone here and unload, but I waited for almost an hour and no one showed up.”

Now it was my turn to blink at her and look confused. “Mason and Jimmy should be right outside,” I told her confidently. “They might be hiding, I dunno, maybe they felt you were a threat.” I looked at her. She was obviously trying to hard to look tough, and it was adorable. She glared at me with big brown eyes and worked her little pink mouth in a scowl. Even though I knew she was off-limits for now, part of me still wished she’d been a present from the club. I knew her skin would taste pink and sweet, and I imagined she’d be a real wildcat in bed. She looked like she could use a good pounding; I desperately wanted to be the man for the job. There was something tense, something sexual about her energy, and my cock was practically half-erect just from the scowl she was giving me. I imagined her smiling and that sent my erection into overdrive.
Just one little touch, one fuck
, I thought dreamily.
Come over here and let me spank that juicy ass of yours
.

“What?” the girl demanded loudly. “Did you not hear me? I said, tell me who the fuck you are!”

“Don’t be so loud, honey,” I told her. “And it doesn’t matter who I am.” I grinned at her. “I’m your cowboy, aren’t I?”

The girl shook her head but I could tell the gesture was hesitant. “You’re not anything to me,” she said coldly. “Now find your friends and get the fuck out of here.”

“Whoa, whoa,” I said, holding my hands and striding towards her. I could see her chest vibrating with the fast beat of her heart and I longed to press my face between her breasts and close my eyes. “Calm down. I think something went wrong.”

“Obviously,” she snapped. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. I was supposed to meet someone down here and they never showed. I should have been home an hour ago!” She stamped the ground with a surprisingly childlike gesture and I saw that there were tears in her eyes. Suddenly, I felt bad for her.

“So you’re really the driver of this rig?” I slapped the side of the massive semi. “Seems like a big truck for such a little girl.”

“I’m not a girl,” she replied caustically. “I’m thirty-one.”

I feigned surprise. “Wow, you are old,” I said. Predictably, her face turned to one of murderous rage. She came at me with her claws out and I grabbed both of her wrists with one hand and held them over her head. The effort was enough to make her stand on her tip-toes and the hem of her shirt flew up, exposing a pale, taut strip of flesh above her jeans. Lust flared through me as I stared at the skin, imagined biting into it and sliding my face down into her pussy. I could almost smell her from here: sweet, musky, powerful. She smelled like she was hot for me, and suddenly I knew that if I made a move, she wouldn’t scream.

“Well, nice to meet you, Ms. Not A Girl,” I said with a smirk. “My name’s Mickey. Mickey Jameson.” I released her and held out my hand to shake. The girl made a big show of scowling and rubbing at her shoulders. She didn’t take my hand.

“Ella,” she mumbled. “Ella Riley.”

“Oh, an Irish lass,” I said with a faint note of disappointment. Sure, Ella was a gorgeous, sexy little brunette. But I’d had enough of Irish pussy. I was craving some hot American little thing, in the worst way possible. Thinking about Ella pushing me away from her crotch or making me fuck her in the darkness was enough to make me go soft.

“I’m not Irish,” she protested hotly. “I’m American!”

When the vigor came back to her tone, I chuckled. Seemed like she wasn’t a little Irish pushover after all.

“So, Ella,” I said, throwing her one of my most charming smiles. “I think I’d like to get a drink somewhere. You feel like joining me?”

Ella’s face was unreadable. “Shouldn’t we look for your friends?” She looked around nervously and rubbed her bare arms. I saw goose bumps on her perfect skin and shifted out of my jacket, handing it over. She stared at me for a second before taking it and pulling it on hurriedly. She looked adorable in my jacket; it was so oversized that she looked like a kid in her parent’s clothing.

“Yeah,” I said with a sigh. “Come on.” Ella shook her head.

“I’m not leaving the rig,” she said. “You go. I’ll stay here.”

I rolled my eyes. “Okay, brownie,” I told her with a grin. “I’ll do just that.”

Ella stayed rooted to the spot as I walked away, scouting among the boulders and hills for two bikes and Mason and Jimmy. I scratched my head; they really shouldn’t have been hiding. I had a feeling they weren’t doing it to punish me. And if they didn’t send that girl, what were they really doing? It wasn’t like we’d had an ambiguous plan. They were supposed to meet me, unload me, then smuggle me off to the clubhouse for a night of carousing. The sun was almost completely down but the ground was glowing a pale brown in the dark. I loved the desert. I loved Dos Palmos, and I loved being home.

But something didn’t feel right. As I scouted, I called out, “Mason! Jimmy! Stop fucking around and get me out of here!” But there was no reply, and my voice only echoed among the rocks and crevices. Frowning, I jogged to the edge of the yard. There was a chain-link fence and it had been cut with a pair of wire-cutters. When I looked at the edges of the metal, I realized the cuts must have been done recently. They hadn’t had a chance to rust at all, and the edges were still perfectly sharp. Frowning, I looked around. I thought that maybe they’d shown up, cut the wires, then walked off to piss in the boulders or gotten lost or something. But that wasn’t like them, especially not now. Jimmy and Mason had known that we’d had a plan, damnit, and now I was starting to worry that something was wrong.

The moon was coming up over the horizon when I looked back towards the rig and spotted Ella walking around in circles. Dust was flying up from her boots and she looked both irritated and confused. When she saw me staring at her, she looked up with a scowl on her face. But once I grinned at her, the scowl turned into an unreadable expression. She almost looked excited, or scared.
Maybe this little honey wants a piece of Mick after all
, I thought wickedly.
And I’d know just how to give it to her, too
.

“Damn,” I muttered aloud, kicking at a rock with my toe. It really was a shame. The most gorgeous little thing I’d seen in months and she was acting as ornery as a scalded cat.
I could really scald her cat
, I thought with a grin.
Or at least her pussy.

“What’s going on?” Ella called loudly, cupping her cute pink mouth with her hands. “Did you find them?”

“Not yet,” I yelled back. “The fence has been cut, though.”

Ella jogged over and I tried not to stare at her little tits bouncing around perkily. She got to my side, flushed and out of breath, and I watched in amusement as she bent over and rested her hands on her knees.

“Sorry,” she said, panting. “I’m kinda out shape. Comes with the trucking and all.”

I chuckled. “I can think of a way to get you back in shape,” I said, raising my eyebrows. She gave me a confused look. “By riding me,” I clarified. “I’m better than a horse.”

Ella opened her mouth to protest but all that came out was an indignant squawk. I watched an adorable pink flush cover her cheeks but all she could do was squeal and say, “Oh, you!”

I laughed. “I know. I think I’m funny too, baby.”

Ella rolled her eyes and turned around. “Where did they cut the fence?” she asked, wrinkling her nose. “I don’t see anything.”

“Over here,” I said, pointing in the direction I’d found the slash. We walked over to re-examine the area. On second look, I didn’t seen any footprints or tracks on the ground. The moon was almost overhead now, shining silvery-white over the land. In the distance, a coyote howled. Ella shivered and rubbed her hands over her arms. Even in my jacket, I could tell that she was still freezing.

“Can you hurry up?” She wrinkled her nose again. “Or maybe I can call the cops or something. They might be able to help.”

“No!” I barked, louder than I meant to. She looked up at me in wide-eyed surprise. “I mean, sorry. Just let me look for a few more minutes, I’ll be able to handle it on my own.”

“That’s what they all say,” she grunted. Ella rolled her eyes and hiked up the short embankment. “I don’t see anything over here,” she pointed out. “Come look.”

I heaved my way up the side of the hill that Ella had so gracefully scurried up. She was like a cute little mountain goat. Looking over the horizon, I saw no traces of activity.
Damn. What the hell happened to Mason and Jimmy?

“Do you have a phone?” Ella asked. She was picking at her cuticle. “Can you call them?”

I shook my head. “Only thing I got on me is my wallet,” I said with a guilty grin. “Sorry. Do you? Can I use yours?”

“Yeah, do you know their numbers?”

I deflated. “No,” I said. “Shit.”

“What about the number of the clubhouse?”

I shook my head. “Sorry,” I said. “I used to, but I forgot. Haven’t been calling them in a few months.”