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

by L. A. Boruff

  “I guess we should make our way to that pub,” I said, still reluctant to leave the grassy shoulder. The road had been so dark and quiet, with almost no cars passing during our entire second game.

  Killian handed my clothes over, and I slid down off the hood, enjoying the way my body was sore in all the right places.

  Barely fifteen minutes later, he took an exit ramp and pulled into a strip of brightly-lit storefronts. One was obviously a tattoo shop, and I eyed it, thinking of my offer from the deck earlier.

  I didn’t have any tattoos, but I loved them on Killian and Jai.

  “Come on, let’s eat,” Kills encouraged, already on my side of the car with the door open.

  I laughed, looking up at the sign. “The Tipsy Plough? There won’t be any leprechauns at this place, will there?”

  “Nah. They donna mingle much, and this is a human-run place. Serves good food, though.”

  We entered, and I noticed the place was much nicer on the inside. A thick, dark wooden bar with a dozen stools lined one side of the restaurant, and the booths had mid-height walls around them for privacy. A stage at the back was empty, but there was a sign advertising live music on Saturdays.

  “Guess we missed the band,” I said, a little disappointed. The place wasn’t overly full, which made sense, as it was well after midnight on a Sunday.

  We took seats at the bar, and Killian ordered up the house special beer, which was indeed a deep green color.

  I drank a long swallow, relishing the cool sweetness rolling down my throat. Killian pointed out a few of his favorite appetizers, and I agreed on some things that I’d never had, but which sounded yummy.

  It was probably just a normal night out for your average couple – drinks and apps at a local hangout. Nothing special.

  But it wasn’t something I’d really ever done. My life on the road before meeting the guys meant I hadn’t had time to date or grow comfortable with anyone.

  “This is nice,” I murmured, munching on some sort of fried ball of shredded meat and cheese. I liked the sweet and sour red cabbage, too. Its brilliant fuchsia color and sweet crunch were perfect.

  “Yeah? I want to show ya the world like this, Qilin,” Killian said, offering more honesty than he normally did. Of course, there were already two empty glasses in front of him, and he was working on a third. “I’m na fancy, like the mage, or sweet like Jack and Sol. But I can give you simple.”

  “I like simple,” I said, grinning at him, turning up my glass.

  I figured we’d stay here long enough to sober up or find a field to park in and sleep it off. I wasn’t going to have many nights like this, and I wanted to savor the experience.

  It was when I was mid-way through my third glass that an idea really took hold in my brain.

  “I want a tattoo,” I said, the words firmer than my hands, which were a little shaky.

  Killian leaned in and nuzzled my neck, kissing up to my ear and along my jaw. “Tattoos hurt, Savage. An’ they don’t wear off like drink does.”

  I turned my lips to catch his, letting him into my mouth. I knew there were people watching, but I didn’t care. “Just a little one,” I murmured, breaking away from him and meeting his gaze.

  “Where?” he asked, eying me as he realized I was serious.

  “My spine,” I said, deciding on the spot. I didn’t want one that anybody could see. Only my guys. Thinking of all the times I’d kissed along the lines of Killian’s tattoos, and all the times I’d fantasized doing the same to Jai, I knew I wanted my ink somewhere the guys might see when they were buried deep inside me.

  I nodded, more to myself than anything. “I want it straight up my spine, right where you bend over to kiss me.” I fastened my gaze on him, letting the heat sear him in place on his stool.

  “Fuck yeah,” he said on a breath. “Tha’ sounds like a perfect idea.”

  I grinned at how fast he’d bought into my plan. “Well, drink up and pay up. That shop next door won’t be open forever.”

  “They’ll open for me,” he bragged, tugging the hem of his shirt up a bit to reveal some beautiful script just under his ribs. It was woven into the roots of the Haret tree I’d always admired. I couldn’t read the language, though.

  “What does it say?”

  “Home,” he said, but there was something missing in his answer. There were too many words there for the translation to be so simple.

  “You’ll tell me the rest one day,” I whispered, dropping a quick kiss on his cheek. His eyes had a faraway look to them, but he nodded. Motioning for the bartender, he worked out the bill while I visited the bathroom.

  My legs were a little unsteady as I made my way back to his side, and he squeezed my shoulders against his side.

  “Are ya sure?” he asked once more, and I glared at him. He laughed and held up a hand. “Donna get so feisty, Savage. I’m all for it. Jus’ know you’ll have to answer to the vampire.”

  “My body,” I mumbled, knowing he was right. I still wanted it.

  We crossed the gravel parking lot, and Killian pushed open the door of the tiny shop. Nobody was at the counter, and I turned to examine the hand-drawn designs papering the walls. They were all so beautiful.

  “Killian?” a soft voice asked, and I turned to see a petite woman standing in the doorway of the back room. My eyes widened at how gorgeous she was, but they grew even wider as I realized I could partially see through her glamor.

  She had to be fae – her skin had a delicate rose blush to it that was much more than flushed skin. Her blond hair had a soft, luminous pink tone to it that was lusher than hair dye usually could be. But it was her eyes that gave the most evidence. They were so pale blue they were almost colorless, except for vertical black pupils. It gave her an odd feline look, which was emphasized by her slinky movements.

  “Ace,” Kills said with a grin. “My girl here wants some of your work.”

  “I never thought I’d see you again,” the girl said, giving him a genuine smile. I felt my jealousy flare up. Her gaze was more affectionate than someone who had just done his tattoo.

  “How’s Aida?” he asked, sliding his eyes to me and giving a slight shake of his head. It was almost as if he could scent my mood and was telling me to back off.

  “She’s amazing, as always. Off on some mission now, hunting down a fae that’s been preying on humans.” Ace finally turned to me, looking me up and down with interest. “You’re beautiful,” she said, and I felt my cheeks flush.

  “Hands off, Ace. Well, hands on for the tattoo. But this girl’s spoken for – you donna want to have to fight off my whole team, do ya?”

  Ace laughed, her eyes like saucers. “Shit. The whole team?” She nodded to me, looking impressed. “Too much cock for me, but good for you.”

  “One cock is too much for Ace,” Killian told me, snickering.

  “Truth,” the girl said. “Now, what do you want?”

  I cocked my head, glancing at Killian. “Something little. I don’t have any tattoos yet. I was thinking of stars and maybe a moon.”

  “Six stars?” Ace guessed, and my breath caught in my throat. I nodded, chewing my lip. “I can see it all over you, gorgeous. You’d be the moon to any sensible man, and I know Killian doesn’t run with idiots.”

  I smiled at her, my nerves starting to slip away. She led us into the back room, and I lay down on the table, face down. Her hands were delicate and soft as she pulled my sun-dress up around my ribs.

  Killian pulled over a spare stool and rolled to my face. “Tell me if ya need to stop,” he murmured.

  I shook my head. “I want this.” I shivered as I felt Ace mark out the design on the skin along my spine. There was a soft click, and she held a phone out to me with a picture on it.

  “Like this?” she asked as I looked at the design.

  “Oh,” I sighed. “Perfect.” The stars were not much bigger than my pinkie nail, and the moon barely larger than a dime. They were spread along my spine, yet still c
lustered together. It was obvious the moon was the center.

  “I can do a bit of silver in with it. A special Haret blend,” Ace added. “The magic responds to your emotions, though.”

  “What does that mean?” I asked, liking the idea.

  “Have you seen those mood rings the humans used to wear? As the skin heats up, the colors change?”

  I nodded, twisting around to look at her. “The tattoo would do that?”

  “Yep. I’m guessing you chose this placement for a reason, right?” She gave me a sly grin, and my cheeks heated even more.

  “Do it,” I said, and I heard Killian’s breath catch. I looked back to him and winked.

  I settled back on the table and squeezed my eyes closed when the buzzing of her tools began. Killian’s fingers stroked my hair. He held my hand as Ace worked, and the pain wasn’t more than I could bear.

  She was quick, too. “All done,” she said, and I felt her smooth a cool lotion on my back, then tape a bandage over it. “I doubt you’ll need that bandage. You heal fast, don’t you?”

  “Yeah. Side benefits,” I joked. I didn’t want to tell her exactly what I was, but it was obvious she knew I had some interesting magic.

  Killian pulled out his wallet, but Ace waved him off. “It was good to see you. Don’t insult our friendship.” She grinned and held out her hand as I stood and tugged my dress down. “It was nice to meet you. Enjoy my work.”

  “I’m sure they will,” I said, grinning.

  Killian bent to embrace the small woman, whispering something in her ear. Her eyes grew round and glistening, then she fired back out loud in a different language, watching me the whole time.

  Killian just nodded, then took my hand and pulled me outside toward the car.

  “What did you tell her?” I asked, settling in. My back was a little tender against the seat, but it was already feeling better than when she’d bandaged it.

  “Just told her to be ready to go home,” he said, his voice quiet and serious. He turned to look at me. “What we’re doing – what you’re doing – it means everything, Carlyle.”

  My heart gave a lurch. I knew it. God, did I know it. I lost sleep over the pressure of what I was supposed to be able to do, and the fear that I wouldn’t be enough.

  “I know,” I whispered finally, reaching over to squeeze his hand.

  “Sorry, I donna mean to bring the mood down. Do you like your ink?” he asked, shrugging off the serious mood.

  “I don’t know yet. We might have to test that magic before we get back to the yacht,” I offered, and his grin grew feral.

  “We’re only a couple of hours away from the place Jai wants me to leave the car. There’s time yet.”

  “Well, then get on the road, fae,” I ordered.

  Killian twisted the key, and the engine rumbled to life. He frowned, though, and bent low to reach something in the floorboard near his feet.

  “Ah, fuck,” he groaned, straightening and glowering over at me.

  “What is it?” I asked. He held out his palm, and I leaned over to see what he’d found.

  “Gold?” I said, laughing. The sound died in my throat, though, as his face darkened even more.

  “Fuckin’ leprechaun tricks. This gold is like a goddamn homin’ device for them. I’m surprised he hasn’t found us yet. Must be a slow little shit.”

  “Then we need to toss that gold doubloon or what-the-fuck-ever it is out the window,” I pointed out. “Then drive like crazy.”

  I leaned across his chest and pulled on the door handle, cracking it. Motioning with my hand, I encouraged him to toss the coin.

  “Won’ work,” he grumbled, but he did it anyway. It landed in the gravel parking lot of the bar, the gold glinting as it caught the blinking neon lights.

  “Well, it’s worth a try. Now, drive like you stole it, because you kinda did,” I said, laughing and pointing to the dark road ahead.

  9

  CARLYLE

  Killian tore down the empty, dark roads, his eyes half on the rearview mirror and half up front. He was a lot more worried about the gold coin than I’d expected, and his mood kept me quiet.

  I tried to watch the scenery go by for a while, but I couldn’t see much in the moonlight. Fiddling with the radio stations quickly grew aggravating, and I was missing my bed for reasons other than sexy times. Feeling like a kid, I bit my lip against asking if we were there yet.

  I yawned loudly, and Killian clucked his tongue.

  “No sleep yet. We have ta make it to the rendezvous point and siphon back to the yacht first. Jai promised this new location will be perfect for keepin’ my baby safe.”

  “I thought I was your baby,” I teased, and he snorted.

  “Told ya before, I only fuck women. If you wanna play daddy, go find another man.”

  Damn, he was grouchy. I smirked, though, shrugging it off – he was right. I didn’t need that kind of play from him. With someone like Dair, giving up control was part of our game. With Killian, the tug of war was the best part.

  “Well, how do you suggest we stay awake and on the road?” I asked, already feeling another yawn coming on. The food, green beer, and adrenaline from getting my first tattoo had pushed my body into a resting state, and I was feeling lazy. “Maybe I just need some coffee.”

  “I’ll watch for a place to stop,” Killian agreed. “In the meantime, how about we play another game?” He tossed me a saucy look that started to perk me up. “No candy sticks this time – jus’ real fae cock.”

  “Ah, yeah. I’m in,” I said, giggling. “What are the rules of play?”

  “You tell me how fast to drive,” he said.

  “And what?” I asked after waiting several seconds for him to continue.

  “Tha’s it. You ride me fast, I’ll drive fast. You ride me slow, I’ll do the same. Jus’ like a video game.”

  “You want me in your lap while you drive?” I asked, my eyes bugging out of my head. Surely, that wouldn’t work.

  “C’mere. I’ll show ya, little doubter.”

  Killian pressed a lever that scooted his seat back the final few inches. His legs were long enough to still reach the pedals, and although it would be cramped, I realized there actually was enough room for me to squeeze between the steering wheel and his chest. I wasn’t sure where my legs would go, but I was no quitter.

  “Where’s my joystick, then?” I teased, shucking off my panties. He grinned. Shimmying his hips, he lowered his jeans and boxers enough for his cock to spring free, tall and thick like the damn gearshift I was already climbing over.

  Damn, I loved the staying power of fae cock.

  I slipped my left leg down next to the door, leaving the other one spread across the console. My body was open for him. His cock was already rubbing the right places, and it wasn’t even inside me yet.

  “This could work,” I muttered, reaching between my legs to stroke his cock. My core was hot with anticipation, and I was wet in seconds.

  “Of course, it’ll fuckin’ work. Now do ya wanna play or not?” he asked. I could hear his teeth grinding a bit as I pumped his cock with both hands, smearing the drops of pre-cum down his tip.

  “Hell, yeah. Let’s play.” I leaned against the window to stay out of his vision, then raised up enough to press his tip inside me. I sighed as he filled and stretched me. Moaning, I sank deeper and deeper, relishing the sensation of being so full again. Finally, my ass was resting on his thighs.

  Experimenting, I pressed one hand against the armrest on the door, and the other against his thigh beneath me. It was just enough leverage to let me start to move up and down, riding his cock nice and slow at first.

  “Not hard, is it?” Killian grunted, and I felt his thigh muscles tense as he worked to press the clutch and the gas. His right arm pinched against my waist as he shifted gears, and his left arm caged me in as it gripped the steering wheel.

  “Don’t kill us,” I warned, but as he shifted and sped up, I found a good rhythm. I shut m
y mouth and focused on the game.

  My left foot found a good spot on the floor, and I used the extra resistance to ride him a little harder.

  “Fuck yes,” he hissed, and shifted up a gear. We were nearly up to speed, and the thrill of fucking my fae in a car going seventy was starting to filter through my body.

  I could see straight down the highway, and as cars on the other side passed, their lights blinding me for split-seconds, I sunk back into the thrill of being caught.

  “Ready to roll?” I asked, and Killian chuckled. I was fucking serious, though. I started to roll my hips in circles as I rode him, feeling like a professional rodeo rider.

  Something that might have been a curse or maybe just a string of syllables streamed from his mouth as I sped up. His legs moved beneath me as he fulfilled his part of the game, and we were soon hurtling down the highway at ninety. I bounced and circled, chasing my orgasm without shame.

  Killian moaned behind me, the rumble in his chest behind me sending chills of pleasure up my spine. He leaned his head down and bit at my neck, sucking the soft skin between his teeth. The car swerved a bit, hitting the rumble strips again.

  “Want to pull over and finish?” I whispered, half-teasing and halfway wondering if it might be a bit safer.

  I started to slow my movements a bit to give him a chance to slow down, when something smacked against our windshield – small, like a rock. I flinched backward as it happened again.

  “The fuck?” Killian muttered, flicking his brights on. “Fuckin’ hell!”

  Riding alongside our car, just by the front left headlight, was what looked like a motorized scooter. It was keeping up with our speed somehow, though. The figure riding it twisted its face around, and I swallowed down a scream as I realized it was the ugly little leprechaun from the towing company.

  “He wants his coin,” Killian growled. “I shoulda known that fucker would be back.”

  “Well, shake him,” I cried. “He’s creepy, and we don’t have the coin, anyway.”

  Something else hit the windshield, and this time I saw it – another fucking gold coin.