One Lucky Girl

by Natasha L. Black

  Jake picked up on the first ring.

  “Let me guess. Things went not just a-ok with my brother but grrreat!”

  “You’re in a good mood.”

  “Yeah, well, I just ate three croissants. And I don’t have a guilty conscience plaguing me.”

  Despite myself, I had to smile.

  “Still, all this is messing with my head,” I said to him.

  “Mine too,” Jake admitted. “Want to come over now and brainstorm about it together?”

  I paused. The offer was tempting. Our sex had been hot with a capital H. Maybe if I spent enough time with Jake, Owen would change his mind about being ok with us too. Although I wasn’t sure I really wanted that.

  “No,” I said finally.

  Jake sighed loudly. “Guess I’ll just have to make do with my imagination.”

  “Guess so.”

  “What are you wearing?”

  “Jake!”

  “Hang on – Owen just texted me. Ooohh a ripped tee. You’ll wear that for me next time?”

  “Actually, I changed into PJs. Though you seriously asked Owen what I was wearing so you can...”

  “Yup. Why not?” Jake was utterly nonplussed. “I mean, I walked in on him jerking off to you, so it’s only fair.”

  “Yeah, did not want to know that.”

  “You’re blushing right now, aren’t you?”

  “Ok, I think it’s time for me to go to bed,” I said firmly.

  “Sure you don’t want me to come tuck you in?”

  Knock, knock, knock.

  I strode out of my room to stare at my front door.

  I wasn’t expecting anyone, so who could it be? Whoever it was, it was at least a good excuse to get off the phone.

  “Listen Jake, I really have to go, there’s someone at the door,” I said, even though I still hadn’t decided whether I was going to answer it.

  “You’re going to want to stay on the line. Seriously,” he said. “Go check.”

  And I did, steeling myself for the worst. What I did not expect was a delivery man with a bouquet of dark blue roses.

  “Thanks,” I told the delivery man, before returning to the phone.

  I paused to dip my nose in the roses, inhaling the fresh scent. “Thank you.”

  Even over the phone line, I could tell Jake was smiling as he spoke, “My pleasure. When I come over, I’ll expect to see them in a nice vase too.”

  “When you come over,” I said. “Getting a bit ahead of ourselves, are we?”

  “Why not? You weren’t inviting me over yet, although you wanted to. So I invited myself. How about we say tonight?”

  “Goodnight Jake.”

  “Tomorrow?”

  “I’ll talk to you then.”

  And, before he could respond, I’d hung up. After, I sunk onto my bed, rose bouquet in hand, smile wobbling on my face.

  “Incorrigible,” I muttered to myself, still smiling as I dipped my nose in the bouquet again.

  When my phone rang again, I picked it up immediately. “Jake, I mean it. After this I’m turning off my phone.”

  “Ok, don’t be mad. But Jake told me to call you.”

  At the sound of Owen’s cautious yet happy voice, I could only laugh. “I’m trying to go to bed.”

  “Want me to leave you to it?”

  “No – I… maybe. I don’t know. After all this talking, I’m not really tired.”

  It was true. Jake’s persistence had succeeded in making me horny – and awake. I wet my lips with the tip of my tongue.

  “He also told me to drive to your place.”

  “What?”

  “Ok, I can’t blame that one on Jake,” he admitted. “I came here myself – but I brought some more chocolate.”

  I giggled. “Are you trying to bribe me?”

  “Depends. Is it working?”

  I sighed. “Are you really here?”

  A knock at my door had me laugh-groaning. The front desk attendant, Ms. Swaetland, was really too lenient in buzzing people in. Although this time I wasn’t exactly complaining.

  Thanks to her, I had an absolute stud standing in my doorway, wine bottle in one hand, chocolate in the other. He had changed and was wearing a tight black shirt, blue jeans, and a killer smile.

  “You sure I’m not intruding?” he asked, thumbing his belt buckles.

  “I’m sure,” I said, my fingers closing around the neck of the wine bottle.

  “Good,” he said, his hand closing around the back of my head. “Because with you wearing that, I wasn’t about to go anywhere.”

  The next thing I knew, his lips were mashing on mine, his hand tilting my chin up so his mouth could claim mine. It was a request and demand all in one. Pure ownership. Want. Fire.

  With the flat of his other palm he pressed me to the wall, that same palm dragging down and down. Over one breast and around, until my nipple was taut. Then the other. Everything painstakingly slow, teasingly gradual.

  He released my neck so his kisses could trace my jawline. My lips found his ear, kissed and lapped and groaned into it. Further down my body, both his hands were working in tandem now, stroking down my sides over the cotton of my nightie, latching onto my hips. They jolted me into his pelvis, into the hard bulge in his pants.

  Clearly, my wetness was matched by just how hard Owen was. When my hands went there, his had already slid around, and grabbed onto my ass. As he kneaded the flesh there, my head sunk into his chest, another string of moans sliding free. The way his fingers just took and grabbed, inching ever so closer to where I wanted him most. As the tips of his fingers reached my pussy, my hands grabbed his dick over his jeans.

  He froze, looking at me as if I’d suddenly changed into someone else. “Wow, Cin. Just… Wow.”

  “Wow, that’s all?” I teased.

  As my fingers undid his jeans button and dipped under, he could only nod. “Fuck yeah.”

  And that was when his fingers dipped under my nightie, under my panties to the wetness that awaited.

  Now, I was the one moving things along, pulling down his briefs and getting to my knees.

  “What happened to not being sure of this?” Owen said, smirking.

  I looked up at him. Something about his casual front, the earnest question behind his glossy eyes, made me bold. Bad.

  “I want your dick in my mouth,” I purred, smirking myself. “Please.”

  Owen practically fell over himself complying.

  It struck me that this wild sexual act, our first, crazily enough, was emblematic of our entire relationship. Unprecedented. When I was with the twins, I felt beyond myself in the best way – pushed to be braver, more daring than I thought myself capable.

  Now was no exception. As Owen slid his dick into my open mouth, all the way down my throat, it didn’t feel wrong at all. No, it felt completely right.

  Head back, mouth open wide, body slumped into supplication. Right now, I wanted Owen to see just what being around him did to me. Just how much I really did like him.

  As I watched, turned on and getting more so just by the sight of him face-fucking me, Owen was watching me too. Eyes half-lidded, mouth gaping, he looked like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

  One minute the head of his cock was bumping against the back of my throat, and the next he was pulling out. Before I could say anything, in one swift motion he lifted me up and conveyed me to my bed.

  This is where I sleep, I thought, dazed, still trying to figure out how my life had come to this. This is where I’ve slept, alone, for three years now, and now I’m with the hottest man I know.

  Next thing I knew, my soaked through panties were being dragged down and tossed aside. Owen put his mouth where they’d been, and I cried out. His nibble-sucking kisses on my thighs were exquisite torture. Rough and soft alternated as he kissed a path toward my pussy.

  “You…” was all I could gasp.

  Owen only flicked up his brows, clearly pleased with himself. I pushed up, rol
ling him over onto his back and straddling his face so I could go back to work on sucking him off.

  As soon as my mouth made contact with the head of his cock, he was the one shaking.

  Although that only seemed to spur him on, as his kisses brought themselves right between my legs now to my pussy lips that he tongued and teased, enjoying my squirming.

  Though if he thought that meant distracting me from the sucking dick task at hand, then he had another thing coming. Because the way Owen was pleasuring me now only served to throw me into my task with more gusto. Forming a seal with my lips and wrapping them over my teeth, I slurped my way down his dick hard. All the way until once again his dick was tapping against the back of my throat.

  Owen, meanwhile, had joined his finger in the mix, dipping it into my quivering depths. His mouth moved on and up to kiss my swollen clit.

  By now, I was practically thrashing.

  When Owen sat up, an angry sigh escaped me.

  “One second,” he said, staring at me. His eyes ran up and down me, his lip gaped lower. In my mouth, his cock flexed.

  “What is it?” I said, breaking free.

  “Just – you’re goddamn beautiful Cin.”

  His eyes underscored the truth of his words. And when he dove his face between my legs, lips and tongue on clit, finger in my pussy, that was the biggest best proof of all.

  His pulsing fingers and suckling mouth worked in perfect tandem to pleasure me. More and more, higher and higher, until everything peaked and the edges of my vision oranged and yellowed and slammed and swam.

  After, he eased himself out of me, as I eased his dick further into my mouth. Already, I had felt him twitching deliciously.

  So, all there was to do was treat him to an orgasm just how he’d treated me.. In and out. Deep and deeper. Maybe it was the excited thrum of emotions – joy, disbelief, wonder – at what was happening going through me, but I was more fully into the task of blowing Owen than I’d ever been at anything. My whole world was contained in the thick, long contours of his cock, and all I lived for right then was to see it pulse its white-hot liquid joy into me.

  It wasn’t long before I got my wish. His twitching spurred me on as I flung everything I had into it, my hand helping form a further seal, my lips aching with the need for him to come, and the ceaseless rhythm of his upward thrusts. Until he was groaning, and time broke and so did the rhythm, and my mouth and tongue and hands were dancing all over him, no logical way and every way at once. His hands fisted my hair and his cock spurted into me, once, twice, and more, pouring down my throat.

  And then we lay there, breathing together, our bodies spasming with the aftershocks, smiling at each other like idiots.

  17

  Owen

  “You like Eggos?” was not what I expected to wake up to. And yet, after being shook, overly roughly for my liking, the first thing I saw was Cin’s flushed smiley face, and the first thing I heard was, “You like Eggos?”

  “Yes?” was all I could think to say to whatever it was that beautiful face was asking me.

  “What kind of Eggos?” I asked, padding into the kitchen.

  Cin made a face like she’d been insulted. “Chocolate chip, of course.”

  “I was worried it was bran,” I confessed.

  “Bran,” Cin repeated, eyeing me, waiting for the punchline that never came.

  “Yeah, you know, bran,” I said. “Didn’t your mom ever force feed you that crap?”

  “Noo,” Cin said slowly, as if she was still waiting. Then, finally, she said, “There’s no such thing as bran Eggo.”

  Before I could protest, my phone rang. I glanced down at it and inwardly groaned when I saw Jake’s number on the display. I turned my back to Cin who was tending the waffles and answered.

  “What’s up?”

  “Oh you know, just calling to see how your night went,” Jake answered.

  I glanced back at Cin. “It was fine.”

  “Just fine? As in you just laid in bed and talked about your hopes and dreams?” he teased.

  “No, not like that, smartass,” I said.

  “So, then how was it?” he asked again.

  “We are not having this conversation.”

  “Why not?” he protested. “Honestly, I’m happy for you. Now you can understand fully why I’m so crazy about the girl.”

  “Yep, not having this conversation.”

  “I mean, not saying it’s just the crazy-good sex,” Jake said. “Although fuck, it is crazy good.”

  “Goodbye Jake.”

  “Wait, can I come over and join you guys? I’ve got sparring in a few hours, but I could stop by and…”

  “Talk to you later.”

  I hung up, feeling Cin’s eyes on me. “He wanted to come over. Should I have let him?”

  “No,” she said, smiling a little. “I’ve only got enough Eggos for two.”

  There was more to it than that, though I couldn’t put my finger on what exactly. It wasn’t that I wanted Cin all for myself now that we’d been intimate, or even that the thought of Jake coming over made me jealous. It was more that I wanted right now just to myself. Cin and I would only have one breakfast after hooking up for the first time once, and I wanted it to be just me and her. We could see Jake after.

  Besides, Cin had a point, I realized as I gazed at the plate of two well-syruped waffles she set before me. There were only enough for two – and if I remembered correctly just how good they were, then I was in for a treat.

  --

  Hours later, at my massage therapist appointment, Cin still wasn’t done with me apparently.

  “Pretty new girl, eh Owen?”

  “What makes you say that?” I said in what I hoped was a convincingly innocent voice.

  Raymond chuckled. “The tight muscles never lie.”

  I only chuckled reflectively along. How into and how great the night with Cin was, was not a conversation I wanted to be having with my sixty-eight--year-old massage therapist.

  “Can’t blame a man,” Raymond continued wickedly. “I mean, normally your massage therapist is supposed to be a sexy woman, so I guess you had to find it elsewhere.”

  “Don’t remind me,” I said dryly, although we both knew Raymond was just joking.

  This whole ‘your massage therapist is an old man’, was a running joke between us – Jake too. Mainly since it was Jake’s shenanigans that got us into this position in the first place. He’d slept with one hot massage therapist too many, then dated Amelia, hot bitch massage therapist extraordinaire, who’d apparently spread the word that we were ‘cheap bastards’, since calling us ‘bastards’ wasn’t enough to dissuade the others. Anyway, word got around, so now here I was, on the table being massaged by an old man – who was surprisingly good at it.

  As he kneaded my back, releasing a new wave of tension, he said, “You went to that Battle Sports place I recommended with her, didn’t you?”

  I twisted my head to eye him. “You a massage therapist or a psychic?”

  “Who says I can’t be both?”

  “Huh,” was all I said, allowing my head to sink back down as his expert fingers moved to my lower back.

  “Really like this one huh?”

  “Yeah,” I said, staring into the face rest dully.

  “Ah, don’t worry about it. Good-looking guy like you, she’s probably already smitten.”

  “Thanks Dad,” I said, and we both chuckled.

  Although it was a bit sad too. Dad would’ve never given me a pep talk like that – or any pep talk for that matter. His specialty was more in the art of negative reinforcement – “Don’t screw up and make the family look bad.”

  It had played a role in Jake’s and my success, sure, but also had the annoying habit of popping up when it really wasn’t wanted. Like now, a kind of clasping hand squeezing fear into my heart.

  For the first time in a while, I had something worth losing, and with the work situation being how it was, let’s just say
there was a damn good reason for those tight muscles.

  18

  Jake

  Left jab, right jab. Coach was coming at me no-holds barred. I kept my boxing gloves held up and didn’t give an inch.

  “C’mon Powers, that all you got?” he roared.

  I flung out my own jab, though it only glanced off his face.

  Damn, the man was a beast. All pec-propelled force and not letting up for a second. Although I wasn’t doing bad either. If only Cin could see me, I thought.

  That was when a jab to my gut sent me stumbling back.

  “Your head’s not in the game, Powers!” Coach roared. He stormed to the edge of the ring and got out.

  “Hey,” I said. “That was one hit.”

  “No.” Firm head shake. “That was a bunch of missed opportunities, weak sparring. Your head’s not in it. Come back when it is.”

  And, just like that, he strode away.

  “Hey,” I called after him, “Just give me a chance.”

  The last part I said to myself, my frown frustrated. Although I should’ve known better. Coach was a notorious hothead, who just, unfortunately for me, happened to be the best boxing coach there was.

  “Shit,” I muttered to myself.

  The fight was coming up sooner than I’d like, and I’d been training way less than I should have been. Coach had a damn good point – my head wasn’t in the game. But how could it be when I was aching to see Cin?

  In the locker room, my call to her went to voicemail.

  “Fancy seeing you here.”

  At Owen’s voice, I turned around to eye him. “Thought you were at Raymond’s.”

  “I was. Thought I’d stop by and see how things were going.”

  I spread my arms with a sardonic scowl. “As you can see – they’re going just peachy.”

  Owen smiled grimly. “Coach walk out on you?”

  I nodded. He nodded. “Let’s get you sparring then.”