Lucky Strike

by M Andrews

  He slides his hand down along the curves of my waist, grabbing a handful of my ass as he pulls me to him. His other hand reaches up, tweaking my hard nipple between his nimble fingers. Forcing a soft moan to escape my lips. I love how sweet Ryder can be, but God help me, I love this rough, demanding side of him.

  I run my hands down along his chest, memorizing every plane of his muscular frame. My greedy hands work his shorts off. Now nothing stands between us and his rock hard, perfect cock.

  He walks us over to the boxing ring. His hands slide down the back of my thighs, lifting me up and setting me down on the edge of the ring. His hands force my legs open wider, slowly sliding up my inner thighs, his touch hot against my soft flesh. His head dips down sucking my taut nipple into his warm mouth while he begins circling my entrance with one finger. Letting out a low growl when he discovers how wet I am. He slowly pushes his strong fingers inside me, working them in and out. His thumb roughly circling my aching clit. It’s not long before he has me fucking his hand and begging for him to fuck me harder. He’s only happy to oblige and curls his fingers upward, hitting my sweet spot. Pounding his fingers hard and fast until I’m screaming for his cock. But he doesn’t stop, he’s relentless, adding a third finger he pounds harder and harder.

  My hands are white-knuckled as I grip the edge of the ring, fucking his hand, body desperate for release.

  “You can have my cock only after you promise me you won’t go back to working at the club.” His hot breath against my ear, he slows his pace, torturing me until I say yes to his demand.

  I slide a hand around the back of his neck and press my forehead against his, locking him in my sight. “I will never set foot in that club again,” I promise. It’s an easy promise. That part of my life is over. Ryder is more important to me than stripping.

  Happy with my response, Ryder releases his fingers from me and pulls me off the ring. He spins me around and bends me over. I brace my hands on the ropes, watching our reflection in the mirror as Ryder pushes inside me. My body purring in pleasure.

  “That’s my good little Clover.” His hand wraps in my hair, roughly pulling my head back. His other hand cracks against my ass, forcing me to cry out. I want to be good for him. For us.

  Releasing his hand from my hair, he envelopes me in his strong muscular frame. His hot mouth sucks and bites at my neck while his hands grope and pinch at my breast. His eyes catch mine in the mirror, locking me into his gaze mouthing “mine” as he pounds into me.

  I’m his. I always have been. Like Brian said, Ryder and my souls are intertwined together, forever. I’m nothing without him.

  Ryder’s hands drop down to my hips, gripping me so hard I know I’ll have his mark on me for days after this night. He picks up his pace pounding harder into me. A delicious pain burns with every hard deep thrust. I feel that familiar fire beginning to build again. My hips rock back, meeting Ryder’s every thrust. And it’s not long before he has me coming. My pussy greedily milking him to come right along with me. A wicked grin pulls at my lips as he lets out a loud primal roar as he blows his load into me.

  That’s my boy.

  We collapse onto the mats on the floor, breathless and dripping with sweat. Ryder pulls me into his strong arms, nuzzling his face into my neck, softly kissing my sweat-laced skin. The beast now fading back into my sweet Ryder.

  “I’m sorry for walking out,” Ryder says, breaking the silence.

  “I’m the one who should be sorry. I should’ve taken your feelings into consideration. You mean more to me than anything in this world, and I’m so sorry Ryder.”

  “I hate fighting with you, Lucky. I always have, but I also know this won’t be our last argument. So, for now, can we just call it even and move on?” He rests an arm behind his head while his other hand gently strokes my back.

  “I think we can do that. I talked with Lucy and she said I could help out at the coffee shop until something opens up at one of the art schools. And as far as the stripping goes, you’ll be the only man I will take my clothes off for.” I rest my chin on his chest, watching a satisfied smile stretch across his face.

  “If you get the urge to strip again, by all means throw my ass in a chair and go to town.” He softly chuckles.

  “As long as it ends with more mind blowing orgasms, I’ll strip for you anytime.” I wink up at him. I’d gladly do the dishes if it means going a round or two with the hurricane.

  “You don’t have to worry about that, I’ll make you come morning, noon and night if it makes you happy.”

  “Well then, it would make me very happy to have you fuck me in the shower before we go to bed.” I wiggle my eyebrows, flashing him a cheeky smile.

  “Let’s get that ass upstairs.”

  Lucky cups my face in her hands. Through the beads of water raining down from the shower, I can see her release taking her over. My name falling from her lips, like her own little prayer. She looks so damn beautiful when she comes.

  Her body shudders in my arms as the last wave of her orgasm washes over her. I can feel her pulsating around me, pulling me deeper. I love that feeling. That last pull of ecstasy as she flies high off of me. It’s the best feeling in the world, and I would give my left nut to feel that every moment of everyday with Lucky.

  “How is it sex with you is so damn amazing?” A blissful smile creeps across her lips. Her fingers dancing in my wet hair.

  “That’s what happens when you stop being a control freak all the damn time,” I say flashing her a wink.

  “I’m being serious. I’ve never felt this good after sex.”

  “Brian told me when he met Brooke it was like the whole world came into focus for him. Not only did he see the world differently. He said food tasted better and the sex was even more amazing. He believes it’s because he finally found the missing piece of his soul. And I think you’re finally feeling that now because you’ve opened yourself up to me. I’ve known since the day we met that you’re my lucky strike. It’s just taken you longer to realize that I’m yours.” I set her back down on her feet then shut the water off. She follows me out of the shower, I can hear her sad sigh as I wrap a towel around my waist.

  “How does a five-year-old know he’s found his soul mate?” She cocks a curious eyebrow up at me as she wraps her towel around her.

  “You’ve met my mom. She’s a huge romantic that believes in luck and everything happens for a reason. She instilled that belief into me, too. Come with me.” I grab her hand and lead her back into our bedroom. Opening my sock drawer, I reach inside and retrieve a small silver coin. I turn her hand over and place the coin in her hand. “The morning of our first day of kindergarten my mom gave me this silver four leaf clover coin. She said it would bring me luck. And it did, because on that very day a green eyed, cute little blonde in a white dress with the same four leaf clovers, like on this coin, came into my life. That’s when I knew you were my lucky clover.”

  She stares down at the coin in her hand. A tear dropping from her eye and rolling down her cheek. “That’s why you call me Lucky?”

  “Yes. When I saw the clovers on your dress, I just knew the coin was leading me to you… to my Lucky. This coin brought me you and now it will bring you luck, too.” I close her hand over the coin. I’ve gotten what I needed from this coin now it’s time for it to go to someone who needs it. Lucky has a long road ahead of her, and I know she’ll need me and the luck from this coin to crawl out of the hell she’s been living in her entire life.

  “Ryder, I can’t take this.”

  Sliding my fingers under her chin, tilting her eyes up to mine, I wipe away the tears from her cheeks. I can see the flood of emotions running through her eyes. This whole night has been a wild ride of emotions for her. Emotions she’s not yet used to, but she’s feeling them, experiencing every twist and turn of her heart. Growing into the woman I know she can be. “I want you to have it. I don’t need it anymore. I have you now, and that’s all the luck I need.”

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�How is it possible for a cynic and a romantic to find love?” She softly giggles under her breath.

  “I think somewhere hidden inside that heart of yours beats the heart of a romantic.”

  “Oh yeah, and what makes you think that?” She crosses her arms in front of her, cocking her head to this side.

  “Through all the smoke from the burning chicken, I saw the candles sitting on the table with the fresh flowers. You were trying to do something nice for me.”

  “Too bad it was an epic failure.”

  “It’s the thought that counts. And you more than made up for it with that phenomenal blowjob in the shower.”

  “Phenomenal, huh?” A proud grin tugs at the corner of her mouth.

  “Baby, you could suck start a lawn mower with that mouth.”

  Her head falls back in laughter. “Ryder, you’re unbelievable.” She shakes her head as she walks over to the bed. Her towel dropping to the floor. My eyes immediately go to her curvy ass. I’m utterly transfixed by the hypnotic sway of her hips. I sneak up behind her, running my hands down along her soft curves.

  “It’s a compliment, baby.” My lips ghosting down her neck. A soft moan escapes from her full luscious lips when I press her hips against me, pressing my hard-on between her ass.

  “We’re not getting any sleep tonight are we?” she softly murmurs as I bend her over the nightstand.

  “Why sleep when we can fuck.” I take a step back. My breathing deepens, the primal beast in me awakens. I just want to devour every inch of Lucky. Make her come over and over until she can’t take it another minute, then make her come again.

  I run a hand down between her ass, letting the pad of my finger circle her tight little hole. “Did he ever fuck you here?”

  “No,” she softly replies. Hips grinding against my finger.

  “Good,” I rasp darkly. Bending over her, my tongue gliding up along her spine. Her body erupting with goosebumps as I push my finger inside her. So fucking tight. I can’t wait to bury my dick inside this perfect tight ass. “Soon this ass will be mine, too.”

  She reaches a hand behind my head, fingers gripping my hair. “Take all of me Ryder. I’m yours completely.”

  “Lucky, it’s time to wake up.”

  I hear Ryder’s voice, but I choose to ignore it, covering my head with my pillow.

  “Stick it wherever you want Ryder, just don’t wake me up,” I mumble through my pillow.

  “As tempting as that offer is, no baby it’s time for you to get up and get ready for work.” Ryder pulls the pillow off of my head. The light from my bedside lamp blinding me. I wish he was waking me up for sex instead of for work. I love that Lucy is letting me work at her coffee shop, but this waking up at five in the morning bullshit is not working for me.

  I’ve been working at Lucy’s for a month now. Much to my surprise, it’s been fun working with her. It feels like we’re getting back to our old selves again. I bust her balls and she tells me to go to hell. The good ole days. Plus, I get as much free coffee as I want, and with a boyfriend who can’t keep his hands off of me long enough to let me sleep for more than an hour, it’s saving my life.

  Ryder sets a mug of coffee on the nightstand then kisses my cheek. “I’m gonna head to the firing range before work. I’ll see you tonight, baby.”

  “Goodbye babe, I love you.”

  “I love you too, my Lucky Clover.”

  As soon as I hear the bedroom door close I roll over to try and sleep for a few minutes longer. Only I’m met by the rough tongue of Spike, licking at my face.

  “If I let you hump my leg will you let me go back to sleep?”

  Spike growls then barks at me to get my ass out of bed. Damn, I really thought that would have worked. It would have worked on Ryder.

  “Fine, I’ll get up.” I reluctantly pull back the covers and climb out of bed. Spike follows me to the bathroom. He takes a seat next to me by the sink, licking my leg while I brush my teeth. I look down at him giving him my best bitch scowl. “Hey, you had your chance buddy and you blew it. My legs are off limits.” He hangs his head in shame then trots out of the bathroom.

  I make it to the coffee shop fifteen minutes early. A first for me. I’m usually, at least, twenty minutes late. Strange the lights are still off and the door is locked. Lucy is a creature of habit. The lights are always on and the coffee brewing by five-thirty every morning. Even when she’s sick, she makes her assistant manager, Carly come in early to make sure her morning regulars get their coffee fix. So the fact that the place is completely dark has me worried.

  I pull my set of keys from my bag and unlock the door. Stepping inside I call out for Lucy, but I’m met with silence. Just as I flip the light switch on, I hear a loud crash come from the kitchen. I run over to the coffee bar and grab the baseball bat from behind the counter. Quietly tiptoeing over to the kitchen door, I take a deep breath then burst through the door screaming at the top of my lungs, the bat over my head ready to attack. Lucy screams and jumps off the counter and scurries behind the man that was plowing into her. I look the man up and down. His dick still hard and hanging out of his pants.

  Way to go Lucy.

  My eyes go back up to his face. He looks oddly familiar to me. Did I bang him? Was he one of my regulars from the club? Then it all comes flooding back where I’ve seen him before.

  Holy shit it’s Hunter!

  The bat drops from my hand, eyes widening in shock as my head tries to wrap around what my eyes just saw. Lucy is banging Brooke’s older brother. Hunter tucks himself back in his pants. Lucy picks up her panties off the floor, her face is beet red with embarrassment.

  “I see Lucky is back in town.” Hunter smiles, not even a shred of embarrassment anywhere on his face.

  “I see big tits and big dicks run in the McCoy family.” I flash him a wink.

  “I see you haven’t lost your sense of humor.” He returns my wink, then turns his attention to Lucy, who’s struggling to put her panties back on. “We’ll continue this tonight. Goodbye, Buttercup.”

  I turn away while Hunter kisses Lucy goodbye. Yes, please leave Hunter, I need to interrogate Lucy about what the hell is going on around here. Lucy watches as Hunter walks out the back door then her head snaps back to me, her eyes narrowing and nostrils flared.

  Oh shit, she’s in attack mode.

  “What are you doing here so early, Lucky?” she snarls while tying her apron around her waist.

  “Ryder went to the gun range this morning. More importantly, why are you getting pissy at me? I’m not the one screwing our best friend’s brother behind her back,” I snap back.

  “What Hunter and I are doing is none of your business, Lucky.” She grabs a tray of scones from the cooling rack and brushes past me. I follow closely behind her out the kitchen door. She tries her best to ignore me while stocking the pastry case, but this is a subject we are not dropping.

  “You made it my business when you decided to fuck him in the kitchen of your coffee shop. If you didn’t want anyone seeing, then you should’ve fucked in the bathroom like normal people. And don’t even try and put the blame on me.”

  She sets the empty tray down on the bar top and keeps her back to me. “I’m sorry for snapping at you, Lucky. It’s not your fault. I haven’t seen Hunter in a month. He was waiting for me at the back door and I just got carried away.”

  “How long has this been going on?” I grab the bags of coffee beans from under the counter and start filling the coffee pots.

  She finally turns to look at me, a glimmer of regret flashes in her eyes. She grabs a bag and starts helping me. “It started six months ago when Hunter came for Ella’s first birthday. We both had a lot to drink and one thing leads to another, and we had a quickie in Brian and Brooke’s laundry room. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I just feel this magnetic pull to him. I’ve tried to ignore it for as long as I could, but that night I just couldn’t take it anymore and caved in a moment of weakness. Now I can’t stop and
I don’t want to stop. It’s just sex, we’re not hurting anyone.”

  “You can tell yourself that as much as you want, but you are hurting someone. You’re hurting Brooke by keeping this secret from her. She told you to stay away from Hunter, that he was just after sex.” Of all the people that would pull something like this, I never would have expected Lucy to fall down the rabbit hole. This is the type of shit I used to pull. She’s always been my moral compass, she never keeps secrets and she doesn’t lie either.

  “But that’s all I want from him. He’s free to do whatever he wants and bang whoever he wants when he’s not in Seattle. I don’t care as long as he gives me what I want when he’s here.”

  “I never thought I’d be the one to ever school you on morality, but you’re playing with fire, Lucy. You can convince yourself that all you want that Hunter is just some good dick, but I know you and eventually your heart is going to get involved and it’s going to get hurt. And you are going to hurt Brooke in the process.”

  “I’m not going to let that happen.”

  Before we can finish our talk, the first of the morning rush starts to flow in through the door.

  Lucy has me completely puzzled. This is not her, she doesn’t sneak around, she’s an open book and that’s what I love the most about her. She’s feeling guilty for sleeping with Hunter. That has to be why she’s keeping it a secret. I will get to the bottom of this whether she likes it or not.

  I’m putting the last of the cupcakes in the pastry case when I hear the chime of the bells over the door. I look up and spot Brooke struggling to get Ella’s stroller over the threshold. Her baby bump on full display in her black yoga pants and a purple tank. She looks like she swallowed a basketball.

  “Hey little momma, let me help you with that.” I walk over to the door and grab the front of Ella’s stroller and lift the front wheel up while Brooke pushes it through the door.