What Doesn't Kill You

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Chapter 13

Ava was sat on Scout’s floor, rummaging through her clothes. “It’s not that I’m not happy for you but I thought you were planning to tell Lucky how you felt.”

Scout had invited her over to help her get ready. She hadn’t had a first date in years and the nerves were starting to take over. “I was but he was the one that suggested I get back into the dating game.” She was sitting in front of the mirrors with her mouth open as she applied mascara to her lashes.

“Scout, he’s an idiot. Trust me, I know.” Ava let out a frustrated sigh and moved to sit on the end of Scout’s bed. Scout could see her in the reflection of the mirror and she looked less than impressed. “I swear you two are the most difficult people in my life.”

“What did I do?”

“You chickened out.”

“What would have been the point of telling him?”

“You would have been honest and figured out how he felt.”

“Have you picked something out?” Scout asked. Ava held out a dress and Scout put the wand back in the tube and screwed it shut before tossing it into her make up bag. “Thanks.” She rose from the floor, took the dress and walked down the hall and into the bathroom.

Ava followed behind her. “Scout, please. Just think about telling him. I know he likes you. I feel like you’re both just skirting around it.”

Scout opened the bathroom door and walked out in her dress. “I am going on a date with Chrissy and I’m going to enjoy myself and see where it goes.”

Ava looked disappointed but she nodded her head. “Fine. You look beautiful. Chrissy is a lucky guy.”

Scout smiled and before long Ava left her alone. She took out her phone. It was almost seven. She hadn’t heard or seen from Lucky all day. A small part of her thought he might wish her luck for her date but there was nothing.

A knock on the door made her put her phone away and answer to see Chrissy standing there with a grin on his face that slowly turned into a slight open mouth. “Wow, Scout.” She turned red, stepping out of her flat before closing the door. “You look amazing.”

“Thanks. You don’t scrub up too badly yourself.”

Castellamare wasn’t busy when they were seated and Scout was a little less nervous than when she had gotten ready. The pair ordered food and settle in their seats.

“The view is beautiful,” Scout commented, nodding out the window to the sea. The waves were hitting the rocks and the lighthouse stood tall in the dark.

“Yeah, it is. Thanks for agreeing to the date.”

“Thanks for asking me.”

“I always wanted to ask you but it never seemed right in school.”

Scout let out a small laugh thinking about how they both wanted the same thing. “At least you got around to it eventually.”

The conversation seemed to waver. They touched on things like work and chatted about some of the people they went to school with. Chrissy had stayed in touch with a lot of people from their year whereas Scout hadn’t spoken to many of them. The more they spoke, the more she realised that they weren’t sixteen anymore and they didn’t have that much in common.

The more the date went on, the more her mind started to stray to Lucky. Scout was pissed at him. She was pissed at him for being a shitty friend and not helping her out on this date, bust or not. She was pissed that he hadn’t been in touch today.

“Thanks for the evening,” Scout said.

Chrissy had pulled up outside her flat and she unbuckled her belt as he said, “It’s not a problem. I guess we’re better off as friends.”

“I think so.”

Scout leaned across and gave him a peck on the cheek before letting herself out of the car. She waved as he drove off and turned towards her door but the anger towards Lucky hadn’t left. Mixed with Ava’s words, the glass or two of wine and the mess of feelings, Scout found herself walking away from her door and towards Lucky’s flat.

She balled her fist and hammered on the door. It didn’t take long for Lucky to appear. “Scout?” He seemed surprised to see her. “I thought you were meant to be on a date.”

“Oh, so you do remember then?”

“What?

“I didn’t hear anything from you today.”

“I’ve been busy.”

“Bullshit, Lucky! You are never radio silent with me!” Her voice was rising but so was his.

“Yeah, well, I thought you’d be busy getting ready for your date. What are you doing here, Scout?”

What was she doing there? Why was she standing on his doorstep, picking a fight? Scout could feel it all building in her chest and she didn’t think she could push down on it this time. “I’m here to tell you I like you, Lucky.”

The fight flooded out of his body and he stared at her.

“I went on a date with a guy I fancied since I was sixteen and all I could think about is you. You and how it would be to go on a date with you. And I know that you probably don’t feel the same way but I needed to say something.” The words had started and Scout couldn’t stop. “But you’re also meant to be my friend so when I go on a date with someone I expect you to support me. Like a good luck or something!” She waved her arms wildly. “If you have a problem with Chrissy then I wanted you to be honest with me.”

She stood there, breathing a little heavily at the exertion of her confession and Lucky stared at her. “Say something,” Scout demanded.

“I have a problem with Chrissy.”

“Okay,” Scout braced herself. “Let me hear it.”

“I don’t like the fact that he knows you better than I do.” His answer took her aback. “I don’t like the fact that you got dressed up to go on a date with him and I hate the fact he had the balls to ask you before I did.” Lucky had stepped out of the doorway and stood in front of her properly.

“I don’t understand.” Scout’s heart was trying to bang its way out of her chest as she looked up at him.

Lucky’s hands cupped her face. “Let me clarify.”

He leaned down and she didn’t have the time to process what he was doing before his lips were pressed against his. Scout thought her heart might have thumped its way out of her body because she couldn’t feel it anymore.

Her arms reached up and around his neck and Lucky ran his tongue along her bottom lip, asking to deepen the kiss. She opened her mouth and their tongues met. The kiss heated her up in the cold October night and Lucky pulled her body close to his.

“My knee,” Scout muttered against his lip. She wouldn’t be able to sustain the tip toe position for much longer. Lucky broke away from her before leaning down and scooping her into his arms. “Lucky!”

He walked into the flat and closed the door behind him before setting her down and kissing her again. This time it was hungrier and more forceful. Scout hadn’t realised just how badly she wanted to cross this bridge with him.

Her back bumped against the wall and Lucky’s kisses moved to her jaw and down her throat. Her head tipped back to give him better access. His touch set her skin on fire and caused an ache between her legs.

“Tell me what you want, Scout,” he rasped.

“You.” She didn’t hesitate to answer him. They’d been teetering on the edge of this for a while and it felt good to admit the truth to him.

Somewhere between kisses and laughter and clothes littering the floor, they made it into Lucky’s bedroom. Lucky was solid and warm under her hands. He was defined lines and smooth skin and hungry eyes. Everything about him made Scout crave more.

He was careful as he backed her towards the bed, mouth in her mouth, neck, shoulder. The pressure he applied was bound to leave marks but she didn’t resist him. She laid back on the bed and Lucky removed the last item of clothing, a pair of lace knickers.

Scout felt the nerves start to bubble up. She hadn’t been naked in front of someone for a while. She’d forgotten what it was like to bare your body and your soul to someone and to do it for someone as perfectly formed as Lucky made her want to turn the lights out and pull up the covers.

He started to kiss up her leg slowly and then stopped. Scout looked down to see him hovering by her scar. She tried to pull her leg away but he caught it gently. “Don’t,” she said. Lucky had seen her scar plenty of times when she’d worn shorts at home but this felt different.

“You’re beautiful,” he told her. “Scars and all.”

Scout blushed at the fact that he’d cottoned onto her insecurity. Lucky kissed along the length of her scar with feather light kisses as if he was scared he’d hurt her. As he got to the top of her scar she gasped because he’d reached up and his fingers ghosted along her slit.

When Scout looked at him, Lucky had a smile on his face. The one that told you that he was a whole load of trouble and she had no clue what she’d let herself in for. His kisses moved up again, past her knees and onto her thighs. Lucky dotted them across her skin so achingly close that her head pressed back against the pillows and her body shifted to try and get what she wanted. There was no chance of that though as Lucky’s hands held her hips in place.

“Please,” Scout pleaded.

He was enjoying being in control. “Please what, Scout?”

“Please stop teasing me.”

His mouth was close when he spoke so she could feel his breath. “But it’s so much fun.”

“I hate you.”

“You don’t mean that.” His tongue darted out and licked her and Scout let out a gasp that turned to a moan. “Do you?”

She shook her head and was given his tongue in return for the answer he wanted. Her toes curled from the pleasure that coursed through her veins. Her hands found his hair and formed fists, pushing him closer against her. “God, Luck.”

He hummed a response that made her hair stand on end.

“Don’t stop,” she begged.

Lucky’s tongue varied between broad, slow strokes and faster, pointed ones. The combination had her body contorting as it tried to process the pleasure and she bit down on her lip as she reached climax, almost breaking skin.

Scout’s body started to relax and her chest still heaved as she tried to catch her breath after the orgasm. Lucky carefully made his way up her body, kissing and nipping at the skin before he reached her lips.

“Next time,” he said. “I want to hear you.” His words were muttered against her lips and Scout nodded. Truth be told, she would agree to anything in that moment because her brain was in a Lucky induced sex haze and she couldn’t think straight.

Lucky’s hand glided up her sides and onto her breasts. His thumb and forefinger pinched at her nipple, making her back arch upwards. Scout had barely come down from her last high and he was already making her want more. She felt his cock between her legs, hard and ready. She reached between them and stroked him and got a guttural groan in return.

He rested his head against hers. “Are you sure you want this?” Lucky asked her.

She looked up into his eyes. Since her injury, Scout had been pretty unsure of a lot of things in her life but this was not one of them. She knew that she wanted to do this with Lucky. “Yes.” She said the word and kissed him again.

Lucky spread he legs a little wider before he guided himself into Scout, sinking slowly and letting her adjust. She kissed along his shoulder and up his neck, stopping to suck gently at the skin, making him moan. Lucky started to rock his hips and she matched his movements with her own.

He didn’t rush. The touches and kisses were slow. They were savouring the moment as they left the safety of friendship and ventured into something more. Scout’s nails raked down his back and Lucky pushed in deeper. The room was filled with the sound of panting, moaning and skin meeting skin.

She could feel the pleasure building again and her muscles tightened. “Luck! Lucky!” She called his name and he picked up the pace. Her walls tightened around him, nails digging into his skin as she climaxed, calling out again. Lucky continued and soon joined her in bliss.

He rested his head against hers as they both caught their breath.

“That was,” Scout panted.

“Amazing,” Lucky finished. He kissed her and she couldn’t help but smile. Lucky slid himself out of Scout before taking the space on the bed beside her. He wrapped an arm around her waist and she curled into him. “How are you feeling?”

“Happy. Tired.”

He let out a small laugh. “Stay here tonight. Stay with me.”

She looked up and nodded. “Okay.”

That brought a smile to his lips and Scout’s heart did a little flip. Lucky and Scout settled down into the pillows and sheets, her head against his chest. The last thing she heard before sleep took over was the steady thud of his heart.

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