Lucky (Reckless Souls MC #8) Read Online KB Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Tags Authors: Series: Reckless Souls MC Series by KB Winters
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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67757 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
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“Whatever you need, Princess.”

I take a deep breath before looking up into his eyes again. “Thanks. I think I need a drink.”

Coco barks again, but this time Lucky doesn’t hesitate. He snaps his fingers in warning. “If you piss or shit on me right now, I will shoot you. Got it?”

Coco opens his mouth as though he’s about to bark again, thinks better of it, and then lets out a whimper as he plops onto the floor.

“Good boy.”

I laugh softly and turn back to Lucky, arching an eyebrow. “I hope you don’t expect me to be so obedient.”

“Never,” he growls, grabbing a handful of my ass. “I like the bad girl in you. Gives me a reason to spank that ass.”

“Do you really need a reason?” I whisper breathlessly, hungry for more of his touch.

His hand shifts under my dress, brushing the bottom of my butt cheek with his fingertips. “With you, I never need a reason. You are the reason, Aria.”

Desire tears through me, and I kiss him again. I can’t get enough of this man with the tattooed face, rough hands, and the gentle heart.

Money buys a lot of things. Big houses, fancy cars, designer handbags, freedom, and a hell of a lot of comfort. But the one thing it can’t buy is love. I would have been happy without it, but now that I have an obscene amount money and a man who loves me? I feel as if the universe is finally rewarding me for the shitshow that was my life.

I look up at Lucky with a wide smile. “Is it later yet?”

Lucky grins, but his gaze darkens as he grips my hand and tugs me through the party.

Coco barks behind us.

“Coco, stay,” he orders, and just like that, my best friend listens to the new man in our life.

“Good boy.” Lucky tugs me closer and teases my bottom lip with his teeth. “Now let’s go so you can show me what a good girl you can be.”

Yes, please!

EPILOGUE

Lucky ~ 3 months later

Standing in the doorway, watching Aria’s fingers fly over the keyboard, I lean against the frame and smile. My woman is the fucking best at everything she does, and just watching her now with her long, bare legs crossed under the table, I want her. Bad.

“Delivery for Ms. Aria Morgan.”

She blinks, smiling at the sound of my voice even before our gazes collide. Her eyes darken with desire, and it’s a look that never gets old. Every time I walk into a room, she looks at me like she wants to drop to her knees and let me fuck her pretty mouth.

“I don’t see any package,” she answers with a smile, brows arched.

“You want to see the package? Is that appropriate talk for the office, Ms. Morgan?”

“I’m the boss, and I get to decide what is and isn’t appropriate.”

That’s right, after long hours locked away at Church, the club, along with Aria, decided to keep Morgan International up and running as a legit business with Aria in charge.

Not that we know what the fuck we’re doing, but we hired people who do. I’ve claimed the title of CFO. Chief Fucking Officer. I like the way it sounds.

I drop down in a squat, and Coco runs to rub his tiny body against my legs. “I’d bark all the time too, if she had me wearing pink ruffles.”

Coco barks as if he understands, and I laugh.

“He’s not wearing pink. He’s wearing salmon,” she insists, but she can barely hold her own smile back.

“Salmon is pink,” I tell her as I stand and flash a wide smile in her direction. “And this office, is it all salmon too?”

“It’s shades of pink,” she shoots back, her eyes narrowing. “As you well know, since we have this conversation at least once a week.”

She’s right. We do, but only because it’s so much goddamn pink.

“If I didn’t love you so much, I would burn this place down just to see something other than pink.”

Aria tosses her head back as she stands, laughing. “It’s not that bad. Just think, I could have done the whole top floor this way instead of just this one room.”

“And the break room,” I remind her. “I don’t even want to know how the fuck you found a pink fridge.”

“Perseverance?”

“Smart ass,” I growl as I hook an arm around her waist, pulling her close so I can kiss her properly. Our tongues touch, and like always, every fucking thing and every fucking person in the world ceases to exist. We do the same familiar dance, kissing so hot and hungry until we’re both breathless and horny and ready to get naked.

“You love this smart ass,” she pants and then swipes her tongue along my lower lip.

“I love all of you, but this ass has a special place in my heart.”


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