Lucky Between the Sheets: An Anthology of Stories that Get to the Point

by L. A. Boruff

  His arm went snug around my waist, and I nestled into the warmth of his chest. Glancing up, I caught the eyes of the cab driver in the rearview window.

  Turning my head just a little, I whispered to Killian, "He’s watching me."

  I didn’t mind being watched by any of my guys - in fact, I kinda liked it. Outside of them, though, was another story.

  "Guess I'll just have ta glamor ya then," Killian offered, his mouth hot against my neck. The gentle tingle of his magic settled over my body, like being covered in the thinnest silk sheet. A whisper of his air magic intensified the feeling of gauzy fabric fluttering against my skin, and I bit down on a sigh.

  The sensuality of his magic always surprised me. The contrast between it and his rough and ready personality was fucking delicious.

  “Can he see me at all?” I whispered, still paranoid. The guy was human, so we shouldn’t be tipping him off that we weren’t. I didn’t smell any lust on him, which was good. He was curious, though, and I didn’t like that.

  "He sees the memory of ya, but he canna see what we're doin’," Killian whispered, his hand drifting from my waist down to my hips. He lifted the hem of my short skirt and dragged his hand up the top of my thigh.

  “And what are we doing?” I murmured, my heart pounding, though I was starting to get an idea.

  His tongue scraped along the outside shell of my ear, at the same time that his finger traced the edge of my panties. I let my eyes flutter closed as his finger traced up and down, pressing my panties into my pussy. As the fabric soaked up my wetness, his fingers stroked harder, and I ached to be filled.

  "I dinna glamor your sound, so cum quietly, Savage." Killian didn’t give me a chance to respond before he slipped his fingers past the barrier of my panties and plunged them into my aching pussy. I bit down hard on my lip to keep from moaning as he pumped two fingers hard inside of me.

  He was relentless in his movements. My body opened for him, my legs trembling against the seat. His other hand cupped my breast and rolled my nipple through the thin dress. Pressing the heel of his hand tight against my pelvis, he began to circle his hips behind me, using the same thrusting rhythm as his fingers inside my pussy.

  His cock ground into my ass through his jeans, and the cab suddenly felt much too small. There was definitely not enough oxygen.

  Even though I knew the glamor was there, I still didn't trust it. The cab driver hadn't said a word, but I kept catching his eyes in the mirror whenever I looked up.

  "Close your fuckin’ eyes, Qilin," Killian growled in my ear. "I donna want you lookin’ at him when you cum for me."

  I obeyed – as soon as he put it that way, I didn't want that, either.

  I squeezed my eyes shut and gave over to the sensation of his hands on my body.

  Killian's hips continued to grind against me while he added a third strong finger. The heel of his hand pressed just above my clit, keeping tension almost where I wanted it, but not close enough. His fingers grew rougher on my nipple, and he switched to the other breast, pinching it hard as well.

  His mouth descended onto my neck, sucking at the tender skin at the base of my throat before moving in a hot line down my jaw and back to my ear.

  "Do you like my fingers in your pussy?" Killian growled in my ear.

  I let out the barest moan, and he chuckled.

  "Remember ta stay quiet, or the human will know you’re ridin’ my fingers to heaven in the backseat of his cab."

  "That will probably cost extra," I murmured, my eyes rolling back behind my closed lids as Killian finally pressed his thumb to my clit and began to do slow flicks while he sunk his fingers deep inside my pussy, biting at the edges of my ear.

  "This is just an appetizer of what I’ll do to ya when we get my car again."

  "Oh yeah?" I whispered, noticing that my breath was way too shallow to be talking out loud.

  "Yeah. I want ta lay you out on the hood of my car, spread your legs wide, and eat ya for dinner tonight." Killian said. This time, I knew the cab driver had heard him, because the car jerked to the left a little bit.

  "Eyes on the road, asshole," Killian barked. He leaned his mouth back to my ear and began whispering again, punctuating the words with agonizing licks and bites. "Then you can ride my fat fae cock as long as you want before I get my dessert. You taste as sweet as the sugar you eat, and I’ll never get enough o’ you. I’ll make you cum so hard you forget your name but remember mine."

  "Better get started then, fae," I challenged, twisting my head just enough that I could kiss him full on the lips and stop his assaults on my ear. It was a good plan, but he took it a step farther.

  His tongue thrust inside my mouth, slow and sure, and he slowed down his fingers to the sort of speed that would never make me yell his name out loud, unless it was in frustration.

  "Fucking asshole," I whispered against his lips. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

  "I donna want you to call me daddy or whatever shit Dair asks for, but I do want ya to beg a bit sometimes," Killian whispered back, bringing his hand up to cup the back of my head and hold me exactly where he wanted me. Forcing his tongue deeper into my mouth, he kissed me so fiercely I lost my breath and my sanity to the sensation.

  His fingers finally started to speed up, pumping at a shattering pace while his thumb ground against my clit. Just as the cab driver rounded a corner and pulled to a stop, Killian shoved me straight into orgasm, and I gasped into his mouth, bucking hard against his fierce grip.

  My thighs were shaking when he slipped his fingers out of my pussy and let go of my jaw. Pushing me up gently, he rested my back against the seat and brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean one by one.

  I watched him with greedy eyes, imagining how I would lick him clean later. I was already planning to see how well he handled a stick shift with his cock deep in my throat.

  Something in my gaze must have tipped him off, because he jerked toward me like he’d take me right on the cracked vinyl seat, human audience or not. I pressed my palm to his chest, holding him back with my considerable strength.

  "Ready?" I asked, nodding at the door handle. His eyes were wild with need, and I smirked at him as he struggled to get himself under control. I lived for this power play shit with him, but he loved it just as much.

  He took a deep breath and glared at me, then reached behind himself and opened the door.

  "It looks like they’re already closed up, seeing as it’s Sunday," the cab driver said, his tone saying it should have been obvious already. "Do you want me to take you somewhere else?"

  “We’ll just check it out. Wait if ya want, or I’ll call someone else,” Killian said, not even looking at the man.

  We stepped out of the cab and up to the locked chain link gate. I couldn’t see much in the gathering darkness. Who knew if the car was there or not?

  Killian looked down at me and raised an eyebrow. "Think you can get us inside that fence, Savage?" he asked in a low voice.

  I grinned. So that was the plan.

  Since I could see where we needed to be now, I could siphon us right onto the other side of the chain-link fence, where all the cars were. We didn't need the tow company to be open.

  "What's it going to be, buddy?" the cab driver asked again as I edged to the side, closer to the shadows under the building’s awning. Killian leaned into the cab and paid the man with a little of the cash Jai had given us, and the driver peeled out, shaking his head.

  Killian joined me next to the fence again, and I wrapped my arm around his chest, brought my fingers together, and made the hand movements to siphon us straight past the fence.

  We landed just inside the locked area where the cars were being kept.

  "Nice job, Savage,” Killian said, dropping a kiss on my lips. My hands started to stray lower on his body, eager to repay his good deed from the cab.

  Before I even made it to his belt, though, we were interrupted by a low, threatening growl from the d
eeper shadows in the back of the lot.

  5

  CARLYLE

  "Wolf guard - shifter," Killian whispered to me, already moving to block me with his body. "Do not provoke it. Let me do the talkin’."

  I was totally okay with that advice, especially once the wolf came into sight. It slunk in from the opposite side I’d expected, and I bit down on a gasp. It was so much larger than I'd guessed it would be.

  Its fur was grayish white, and it looked a little mangy. Its eyes were a dull yellow color, and as it got closer, I could tell it would be nearly up to my shoulders. There would be no mistaking this for a regular wolf.

  Pressing myself against Killian’s back, I wondered how many of the fairy tales were true. If this thing bit me, surely I wouldn't turn into a werewolf, right?

  "Where is your master?" Killian asked, spreading each word out as slowly as possible.

  The animal shook its snout, and the growling intensified. The wolf stepped forward a few more paces.

  Killian stepped forward too, holding a hand back to keep me against the van. Adrenaline began to pump through my veins, readying for a fight. What kind of magic could I pull on?

  I could probably use a spell to procure some kind of weapon, except I wasn’t really sure where the weapons on the yacht were right now. I needed a better visual to work with.

  Of course, I could just siphon us out if things got bad. But we’d come here for Killian's car, and I wasn’t ready to give up on that.

  "Come on, wolf," Killian urged. His voice wasn't antagonistic, but I could tell his patience was wearing thin. "Go get your master.”

  The wolf stepped even closer, and I started to smell its wet dog odor. Calling up one of the Dair’s spells for shocking something if it touched me, I let the yellow mage energy crackle across my palms.

  There was always Jack's fire power, or I could help Killian with his air magic. But I didn't want to torch the place over one grouchy wolf.

  Somebody owned this company – just because they had the bad luck to get Killian's car in the deal, I didn't want to wreck anyone's business.

  Just when it seemed like the standoff was going to have to end in violence, Killian turned his gaze to the left. A new form was emerging from the dark shadows beyond. I wouldn't have heard or seen it at all if Killian hadn't reacted.

  "Why are you inside my business after hours, fae?" the person asked.

  Person wasn't quite the right word, either, though. I thought this was probably another fae – maybe even a leprechaun like Killian had mentioned. He was short for a guy, but not tiny like the cartoons and St. Patty’s jokes.

  His human glamor was stronger than my developing ability to see through it, though. It was a little bit like seeing somebody through the screen of a window. The features were hazy, and the colors seemed wrong.

  "I jus’ came from the parking garage where my car should have been, an’ they told me it was towed here without my consent," Killian answered with an edge. "I jus’ want it back,” he added, grinding out a politer tone.

  "And which car would that be?" the man asked, gesturing to the rows. He got close enough to notice I was behind Killian, and I got a better look at him. He looked even smaller up close, somehow. He had a ruddy complexion and pale hair that might have been red at some point. His suit was drab and dark, but it could have been green.

  "Call your dog off, and I’ll look for it," Killian demanded, his fist clenching behind him. I squeezed my fingers around his, hoping to calm him down. I had no idea what sort of magic leprechauns could use.

  The owner raised his eyebrows, but he said called something in another language to the shifter. The wolf backed down, slinking behind the man and fading into the shadows. I couldn't see it anymore, and that made me even more nervous.

  Killian opened his fist long enough to grab my hand and pull me along as he sauntered forward, looking through the rows of cars. The owner fell in step beside us. He looked extremely interested in me, and I was getting a sinking feeling this was exactly the sort of leprechaun Killian had been dreading.

  "And what manner of creature are you?" he asked, his gravelly voice sending chills across my shoulders.

  I clamped my mouth shut – I wasn’t giving him a damn thing. If he couldn’t tell I was a Qilin shifter, he couldn’t go to the Council about us.

  "What's wrong with your girl? She doesn't talk?"

  Killian glanced back over his shoulder, his eyes flashing. "Tha’ girl answers to no-one - especially na assholes like you."

  "Rudeness won't get you-"

  "Here she is," Killian interrupted. He pointed toward the car at the very end of the lot. I grinned, recognizing the bright silver color and sexy lines of his vintage sports car.

  “Ah. I was wondering why that car smelled so tantalizing.” The little man leered at us, and I thought Killian was about to bash his face in.

  “How much?” I asked, hoping to cut off any trouble.

  The man cocked his head and gazed up at my muscled fae, as if weighing his own options. “Two hundred towing fee, plus sixty a day for the last week.”

  “Fuck off,” Killian scoffed. I caught Killian's eye – we didn’t have that kind of cash. Since the Council had cut off our funding in hopes of luring us in, we were stealing most everything, including the yacht I should be on right now.

  My stomach lurched as it sunk in that we were probably going to have to steal Killian’s car, too.

  “Give me a nice, long kiss and I’ll cut it in half. Play a tune on my poor old flute, and I’ll let ya have it for free,” the man offered with a lewd cackle.

  “Ah, hell no,” I said, stalking forward. This asshole had not just propositioned me. “I don’t kiss or suck dick for money, you fucking fae or leprechaun or whatever the fuck-”

  “I was askin’ that one,” the man said, his voice growing shriller and more definitively Irish with every word. He giggled again and waggled his hips in Killian’s direction, and I swear, my jaw unhinged.

  Killian’s fingers locked on my upper arm and he yanked me toward the sliver car. “If you’re going to use any of that magic, Savage, this is the time. The leprechaun isn’t jokin’.”

  “Donna steal from me,” the little man screeched, hurrying after us. I blinked back at him as his glamor flickered – his body seemed to shrink before my eyes, and his chin sprouted long, reddish whiskers. “You know wha’ happens to those ‘at steal from leprechauns!”

  “In, Savage,” Killian yelled, yanking open my door before throwing himself across the hood in the sexiest goddamn action-hero move I’d ever seen.

  His key was in the ignition and coaxing the engine to life before I snapped my lips together.

  I slammed the car door shut just as the tiny man barreled into the side of it. I shrieked in reflex, but I clapped my hand over my mouth as Killian revved the gas and ground the gears, maneuvering around the leprechaun.

  “Make a plan for the gate,” he yelled, swerving to avoid the wolf shifter that had come sprinting back.

  “A fucking plan? Are you insane?” I cried, my brain blanking out.

  There was not much parking lot between us and this car being something a whole lot less than mint.

  “Carlyle,” he warned.

  Panicking, I called up the yellow crackle of Dair’s mage power. I only knew one spell well enough for this, and it was a crazy risk.

  “How fast can you get her?” I yelled, already forming the motions with my fingers. “Parare gate!”

  I didn’t even know the Latin for gate, but evidently my intent was strong enough, because the metal twisted and warped, screaming as it separated from its posts and hurtled toward the windshield.

  I screamed and ducked as Killian roared, swerving to the side and zooming out of the new gap, just inches from scraping the paint off his door and probably less from losing the roof to the flying metal death trap I’d created.

  My shoulder slammed against the passenger door as he swung out onto the main road and we
aved into the early evening traffic.

  “Will he come after us?” I panted, trying to twist in my seat to see out the back window.

  Killian’s laughter was my only answer – a hearty, near-hysterical belly laugh that soon filled the whole car.

  “Goddamn, Qilin,” he managed after a minute. “You’re as insane as they come.”

  6

  CARLYLE

  The car tore onto a quieter back street, but Killian continued to slam through the gears. Picking up speed, we rounded the corner onto the next street, then the next, and soon we were at the entrance to the highway.

  Once the car was running in a smooth, straight line, I risked looking behind us again. There was nothing.

  Finally breathing steadily again, I turned to look at Killian. He was grinning so damn hard, and fuck if it didn’t make me a happy woman.

  “Still think I drive like I fuck?” he asked, fully turning to stare at me with those molten gold eyes. With that single question, I lost every thought in my brain for a long moment. Blood flushed my cheeks and chest, and wetness rushed straight to my pussy.

  “I do,” I confessed as he looked back to the road. All those weeks ago, when I’d taunted him with that comparison, I hadn’t even seen his cock yet. “But I think I should probably gather more intel to be sure.”

  "Oh yeah? An’ how do ya plan to do that?" Killian gave me the side eye, and I knew the challenge had been made.

  Good thing, because I wasn’t one to back down from a thrown gauntlet.

  He edged up behind an SUV that was going slower than we wanted to, and as I watched his forearm muscles flex through the shift, all I could think about was how well he was handling that car, and how much I wanted him to handle me.

  “Well?” he prompted, his eyes glinting.

  "Kills, you’re so goddamn sexy right now," I said, meaning every word of it. Something about the danger we’d just avoided and the excitement of going over a hundred miles an hour was making me so hot beneath my tiny skirt. “But you’re going to have to shut the fuck up for a few minutes.”