VAL, AKA THIS GUY’S GETTING LUCKY

Duke’s exit from the apartment sparks a goofy energy in Lola. She puts on music and dances around our love den. I study the décor and placement of objects. I want to feel how Lola sees the world. We’re linked now. My dream girl won’t be a stranger for much longer.

Lola’s music choices go mellow after a few rowdy songs. She sways at the kitchen sink while cleaning dishes. I watch her and shake free from my earlier tension.

Duke McGraw is an intimidating guy when he’s pissed. Plus, he currently holds the keys to what I need. If he put his foot down, Lola might not marry me.

I’m curious about riding with Duke. Running the Blood-Red Suns was never a dream until it became a perk of claiming Lola.

Most people know I’m a winner. Duke McGraw seems immune to my charms, though. Soon, I can prove I’m my father’s son rather than simply the pretty boy who makes his daughter swoon.

Once Lola dries her hands, she wraps her arms around my waist. Her cheek rests against my chest, and she exhales in the most relieved way.

This little gesture warms my heart. I’ve been telling myself how Lola knows we’re destined for each other. Oh, yeah, no doubt she wants me. All her screaming at the store or shoving me was her way of dealing with the sudden onslaught of the need she felt for me. I totally owned her heart.

However, the tiniest part of me worried I was fooling myself. I saw such dreamy, optimistic thinking work for West and Ike. Why wouldn’t I also win the woman of my dreams?

Right now, when she sounds so relieved to be with me, my worries dissolve. Of course, Lola wanted me. Obviously, she suffered greatly from thinking she couldn’t have me. It’s that curse thing she believes in.

“What should we do before dinner?” she asks, cocking a luscious dark brow as if testing me.

“Charades,” I reply.

“No, really.”

“My parents are very good at Charades and Pictionary,” I explain while sliding her hair behind her ears. “One day, we will be, too. Today, though, we’ll probably suck. That’s why it’ll be fun. Over the years, we’ll get much better at understanding each other’s signals. Besides, whoever sucks less doesn’t have to do the dishes.”

Lola flashes me a brilliant smile and hurries to the living room. “I’ll look up a site with ideas for Charades.”

I join her in the living room, where we settle on a site to use. Over the next thirty minutes, we fail to convey what our hand signals mean. We change to Pictionary where I learn Lola is very good at drawing circles and nothing else. I then reveal my immense talent for cat faces and nothing else.

We suck badly, just like I hoped. I noticed one of my parents’ favorite parts of these games is the cuddling involved to console the other one for doing terribly. Today, I get to affectionately comfort Lola while she soothes me with a lot of fondling. The best foreplay is the casual sort.

After giving up on the games, we take a walk around the neighborhood. Lola and I are doing everything we can to avoid ending up in her bed before the sun is down.

My dick has been at half-mast for most of the afternoon. As soon as it starts to go soft and silent, Lola will bend over or laugh in a way that makes her lovely tits bounce.

Back at the apartment, Lola wanders around before ending up in her bedroom. She stares at me like I’m a toy on the top shelf and she’ll never be able to reach me. Her gaze is filled with longing and disappointment.

“Maybe we should wait until our wedding night.”

I feel her wanting me to disagree, so I ask, “Are you a conventional gal? I haven’t been getting that vibe from you.”

“I want to trust you, but maybe I shouldn’t. If we waited to have sex until we were married, I’d know it’s safe to let my guard down,” Lola says and looks around nervously. “I don’t want to disappoint my family by putting my needs first.”

Lola’s distrust in my intentions ought to bother me. Instead, her loyalty to her family makes me want her more. My knuckles stroke her cheek as I imagine her protecting my family one day. We’ll be one big happy ball of hotness and drama.

“I could have ignored you until our wedding day,” I point out. “I’d still get to be the future president of the Blood-Red Suns and I’d still get to have you. I didn’t need to spend considerable time shopping with my ma to find you the ring and necklace. I didn’t need to work the lunch rush at your family’s restaurant. Those were things I wanted to do because I’m excited to start our life together.”

Lola’s expression transforms from worried to joyful. I feel her dropping more armor from her heart.

“I don’t care about your curse,” I say, sensing where her thoughts have gone. “On the homestead, we mate for life. If you begin to distrust that fact, just run your fingers over this butterfly,” I explain and caress the diamond pendant. “Imagine how excited I was when I bought this necklace because I knew it would make you happy. That’s not a guy who gives a shit about your family curse.”

Lola’s gaze is electric. Her hands grip my shirt. Her lovely plump lips purse for me, craving my attention. I kiss Lola and savor my dream girl’s flavor.

“Val,” she says, peeling her body from mine and admiring my face.

“Yes, dear, Lola?”

Her lovely lips curve into a delicious smile. “I only ever pushed you away to protect my heart, not because I wanted you to be gone.”

“I assumed your refusal to worship me was based on a deep-seated trauma of yours. No way could it be that you weren’t interested.”

Lola narrows her eyes and considers whether to be irritated with my reply. “I still think screaming at the store was the best option.”

Throwing my head back, I laugh at how startled I was by her response. “I nearly pissed myself when you screamed that day. I’m ninety-nine percent sure a few weaker bladders gave out.”

Lola snickers at the memory as she walks backward toward her bed. “I don’t want to drag things out.”

“Ah, yes, your horniness fills the air.”

Lola inhales sharply, and I expect her to spit hot sass in my direction. Instead, she drags her shirt over her head and tosses it at me.

I’ve tugged my shirt free by the time her jeans drop to the floor. My legs nearly give out as I admire her bouncing on the mattress in only a black bra and panties.

All the blood in my body rushes straight to my dick, leaving my brain to flounder. I don’t know how long I stare at her. I feel wetness around my mouth. Am I drooling?

Once my brain reboots Terminator-style, I’m able to move my legs enough to travel to the bed where Lola swings her bra over her head.

“You look scared,” she murmurs as her fingers trace my jaw.

“I couldn’t remember how to walk for a minute,” I mumble as she tosses her bra aside. “I wasn’t ready for so much hotness. You nearly killed me, Lola.”

“You’re fine,” she reassures and rests my hands on her perfect tits. “You’re better than fine. You’re on fire. Let’s get you naked, so I can stare in wonder.”

“No,” I say, tugging my hands free. “I’m not sure you’re mature enough to handle what I’m packing.”

Lola opens her mouth to complain until she sees my fingers working the button on my jeans. Her gaze goes soft and curious. I notice her breathing shift. I watch as her perfect pink nipples harden in anticipation.

I get my jeans to my ankles before my brain struggles to function again. Lola looks like a dream as she wiggles free from her panties and tosses them at me.

Grabbing them midair, I press the soft fabric against my lips and admire Lola stretched out on the mattress. She is so fricking beautiful. Not only because she’s naked and curvy in all the best places.

Her expression is unguarded. Her blue eyes shine like jewels. I’m what Lola McGraw wants. I’ve never felt better about myself than I do right this moment as my dream girl sighs at the sight of me.