Page 62 of The Lucky List
“And fuck?” he asks, squeezing my foot.
“If her male main characters were real people, I absolutely would. I might even add it to my list,” I say with a smirk.
“Why does that make me want to beat their fictional arses?”
“I dunno. You really should work on your anger issues, friend,” I tease, poking him in the chest with my toe.
He lunges toward me, pinning me to the couch, and I squeal, surprised by the intense look in his eyes.
“Does this feel like I’m just your friend?” He thrusts his hard cock against me, and I whimper.
His eyes search mine, and he leans down and runs his nose along my jawline. When he reaches my ear, he nips at the lobe. “If we were alone and there was no chance the boys could interrupt us, I would show you just how unfriendly I can be. Would you want that?”
I nod, exposing more of my neck to him.
“Good, cuz I’m going to light up this perfect, plump arse with my hand until your dripping all over my lap, begging me to fuck you.”
“I’m on my?—”
“Period? I don’t give a fuck. A little blood isn’t going to keep me away from this gorgeous cunt. But if you want to wait a few days, that’s up to you.” He tugs at my ear again with his teeth.
“Mama! The tablet died!” Levi wails from upstairs.
I shove Mike off me, and we separate on the couch just in time for Levi to walk into the room.
Levi sees Mike and drops the tablet, runs over to the couch, and launches himself into Mike’s body.
I watch it play out in slow motion, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. “Levi, no!”
His knee connects with Mike’s crotch, and Mike lets out a low groan that I can feel deep in my gut.
“I’m so sorry!” I say, pulling Levi off him.
“It’s okay,” Mike grunts. I feel so bad as I watch him slump over on the couch, hands between his legs.
“I sorry!” Levi says, patting Mike on the head.
“It was an accident, buddy,” Mike offers, his words coming out in punctuated gasps.
“Kiss it, Mama! Kiss it better!” Levi begs, yanking on my sleeve.
Miraculously, I stifle my laugh as Mike lets out another keening groan. “No, buddy. Mr. Mike is hurt in a place where kisses won’t help.”
Levi examines Mike’s slumped form. “On your pee-niss?” he whisper-shouts.
I bite my lip and nod. “Yup, you got him good. Let’s give him a minute to recover.”
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How’s the injury?
It’s been two days, and I can still feel my nuts in my stomach.
I’m so sorry.
It happens. I felt bad about the way I left. Can I make it up to you?
You’re fine. You walked out of here with barely a limp.
