by L. A. Boruff
Killian swerved the wheel toward the scooter, but the leprechaun just dodged out of the way, tossing another coin at us. “If that son of a bitch cracks my windshield, I’m gonna kill him,” Killian yelled.
“Faster, then, fae!” I started to slide myself off his cock – regrettable, but this was a whole other level of gaming I wasn’t sure I was ready for.
“Ah, where the fuck are ya goin’?” Killian asked, taking his hand from the gear shift and slamming me back down on his cock. I moaned despite the circumstances. “We’re still playin’ the game.”
“Are you fucking crazy?” I asked, trying to twist to get a good look at him. Catching his eye, I saw the twinkle that I’d been dreading.
“Games have winners and losers, Qilin. If you donna ride me, I’ll have to slow down. Then I guess I’ll be sucking leprechaun cock tonight. Would ya really wan’ that?”
I shuddered. “This is goddamn ridiculous.”
The car was still slowing, though, and Killian had to move beneath me to shift into a lower gear. The leprechaun was even with our side window now, his little wrinkled face leering in at us like a fucking nightmare.
“I can’t even believe you,” I muttered, squeezing my eyes closed against the leprechaun’s beady-eyed stare. Asshole – both of them. At least I wasn’t naked. Taking a deep breath, I tried to get back in the mood.
“Jus’ ride me,” Killian whispered in my ear. “Fuck me like we’re the only two people in the world, Car.”
My eyes flew open – he almost never used that nickname, and it tugged something tremendous in my chest. My body began to move, and as I pushed myself up and down his cock, chasing that feeling of bliss, the world really did start to fall away.
I concentrated on the feel of his jeans, rough beneath my bare thighs. The carpet, itchy beneath the ball of my left foot. The pinch of my right leg stretched over the center console, and the delicious stretch of his thick cock deep in my pussy.
I could feel his piercing scraping my best spots, and I could hear his breathing, fast and hard and sexy as hell.
“Yeah, fuck it,” he whispered, his leg like steel beneath me as he floored the gas.
The car roared beneath us, chasing her fastest speed while we chased ours.
The angry leprechaun vanished in the night behind us, and the air was silent except for the rumble of that massive engine and the pants of our breaths.
“Killian,” I cried out, feeling my orgasm bearing down on me, pulling everything inside me tight before it snapped. I screamed out his name again, falling forward onto the steering wheel as my body shook. His hand wrenched me back against him, abandoning the stick shift as he rubbed frantically at my clit.
I cried out again as he pushed me so far past orgasm I really did forget everything except the feel of his hands on my body, his cock buried deep inside me, and the sensation of speed in the night.
With a roar, he bucked and came inside me, pulsing so hard he finally had to work the pedals to slow the car. We rumbled across the shoulder and skidded to a stop in the gravel, both of us heaving and cursing as our bodies sucked up every last drop of pleasure.
My head flopped back against his shoulder, and I let out an exhausted sort of laugh.
“Your game wins,” I said.
“Fuck, yeah, it does. I canna believe you were about to let me suck that nasty dick, though. Harsh,” Killian added, his voice gravelly with spent desire.
“Ah, you wouldn’t seriously do that,” I scoffed, propping my knee up. I wasn’t ready to give up his cock, even though I could feel him finally softening inside of me.
“A leprechaun mus’ be paid, Savage. One way or another.”
I caught his eyes in the rearview mirror, and I frowned. I still couldn’t tell how serious he was.
“Is he coming back, then?” I asked, playing along.
“Nah,” Killian said, breaking into an evil grin. “He was never here to begin with. I jus’ made it up when I found that coin.”
My stomach flipped. “What?”
He began to chuckle, his laughter shaking my body with it. “The power of fae glamor, Savage. Ya need more lessons.”
Okay, now I was ready to get off his cock. Popping up, I flung myself back in the passenger side, staring at him. “Asshole! Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Hey, I won the game, right? Ya never said anythin’ about cheatin’.”
“Oh, my god.” I shook my head, but my anger was already feeling as fake as the story he’d made up. I knew I should be pissed, but his game had given me one of the best fucks of my life. Who was I, really, to complain? “Fucking asshole,” I griped again, but I couldn’t stop grinning, despite myself.
He just smirked back at me, tugging his jeans back on with one hand and guiding the car back onto the road. He and I always seemed to know just when to push each other to get what we both wanted. I watched him out of the corner of my eye, still disbelieving he’d pulled such a dirty trick.
He was a fucking evil genius, my fae.
Finally, he exited the highway again. This time, we drove about ten more miles before turning in a driveway. The farmhouse we passed was dark, but Killian continued into a back field where a large barn stood, lights on and doors propped open.
He pulled inside and parked in a clean, concrete-floor stall that looked like it might have been built for horses and remodeled for cars. As I got out and stretched, I glimpsed a few other nice vehicles stowed in the other stalls.
“Is this a good place, then? This car needs a safe place to rest, after all the shit she’s been through tonight.” I laughed, stroking my hand along the car’s curves. I’d never really paid attention to cars before – growing up poor and transient, they just weren’t important.
Before tonight, I’d simply recognized that Kills loved the car. I’d wanted to give him back what he loved.
Now, I could see myself loving the idea of him in the car, on the car. Me on the car. I smirked.
He nodded. “Jai knows the man who lives here. He’s storing a few other things for us, too. Not jus’ cars.”
I wandered out to the middle of the aisle, wondering what other secrets my guys had stashed away. “This has been a damn good field trip, fae,” I said.
“Tha’ it has, Qilin. I think my girl will be safe here. If not, we can jus’ come back an’ rescue her again.” He waggled his eyebrows at me.
“I’ll bring the snacks next time,” I offered, and he snapped his teeth at me.
“You are the snack, Qilin. Now, siphon our asses back to that yacht before the vampire sends out a goddamn search party.”
I wrapped my arms around his broad chest and tilted my head back. He dropped a surprisingly soft kiss on my lips as I twisted my fingers and whispered the spell that would take us back to the wooden deck of our temporary home in the middle of the ocean.
Really, though, it didn’t matter what we called home. Wherever my guys were, that’s where I’d be, and vice versa. I was their moon, and they were my stars. I couldn’t fucking wait to test out the new magic I’d found on this first bucket list trip.
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Lady Luck
AC Wilds
Copyright © 2019 by AC Wilds
All rights reserved.
To Sosha, without you I wouldn’t be able to be the writer I am. You make the impossible possible, and I will be forever grateful. You are truly the most amazing person. I am keeping you forever!
Introduction
The Greek Goddess of Luck can be found hiding in the most unlikely of places. In an effort to hide from her father, Luck, or so she likes to be called, spends her time tending bar at Lady luck, her own establishment in mid-town Manhattan.
St. Patrick’s Day is the busiest day of the year – the annual drinking contest brings hundreds of people to fight the reigning champion, Sosha, for the title.
On her way to work, Luck meets two cops at a police checkpoint. She quickly finds herself wondering what it would be like to not be so alone anymore.
After their shift, Sullivan, Santina, and Mackenzie hear the call of Lady Luck, and find the sexy temptress behind the bar.
Unable to resist her, the pack soon discovers their need to claim her as their own. Now tied to a pack of wolf shifters, the Goddess of Luck has no idea what plans they have unwittingly put into motion.
1
The air is cold and brisk. I wrap my coat closer to me and make sure my scarf is tucked in. Winter is still lingering around, and my bones are chilled from the below freezing temperatures. The cold has been unforgiving this year, and I feel like spring will never come. I make my way down 5th Avenue trying to avoid the crowds. It is a congested disaster today, and I am running late for work. St. Patrick’s Day is always one of the busiest days for this town. New York City is teeming with tourists and locals getting to and from the parade, not to mention the regular everyday work crowd. It seems there are more people than usual this year. The crowds are almost impenetrable, causing everyone to bump into one another. The city even has extra police on duty, to help control the masses.
Dodging between two parked cars, I turn down 60th street. The city always goes a little crazy with the decor, and this year is no exception. Green banners are hung from the lamp posts, to celebrate the holiday. There are shamrocks and little leprechauns in shop windows, and all the restaurants and bars in the city will be serving green beer, even mine. There is a police checkpoint ahead, with a shit ton of people forming a line. Fuck I have to find my ID. I huff and dig through my bag, pushing aside lipsticks and creams, finally finding my damn wallet.
As I stand in line, waiting for the person in front of me to pass through the checkpoint, I'm shivering. Not because of the chill in the air, but because the officer who is checking the ID's. “Morning ma’am, I need to see ID please,” the officer says. I stare at him. He is gorgeous, like one of the big muscular cops you would like to see in a calendar. I can't help but want to twirl my fingers in his dark curly hair. He is tall, towering over my 5'6" frame by several inches. And those eyes. Memorizing, deep blue eyes I can stare into all day long. I open up the wallet and take out my work ID and my driver’s license. I hand him both.
"Here ya go," I say with a distracted smile. His eyes twinkle, reminding me of sapphires. Hard, yet soft at the same time. Precious. Beautiful.
“Lucille. That is a nice name,” he says as he hands it back to me. I glance down where his hand touches mine, and I blush a little.
“I never go by it, most people call me Luck,” I say, as I put my IDs back into my wallet.
“Luck? That’s an interesting nickname. Do you bring people luck?” He says, with a grin. I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face.
“You could say that,” I answer, with a smirk. Little does he know Luck is more than just a nickname.
I see a hint of interest there, a gleam of excitement. “So, you work at Lady Luck?” he asks, in a husky tone. His eyes are suggesting that it might be flirting.
I smile picking up on his interest. “Yeah, I am the bartender/owner.”
“That’s awesome, always wanted to work at a bar. How do you like it?” he asks. He crosses his arms over his chest making his already tight jacket groan with the effort of holding in all those muscles. I feel a hot flash coming on.
“It makes good money, and I don’t have to be there till 2 pm, which works out for me because I am a total night owl. I have employees that open up for me,” I say, pulling my coat tighter around my body. I adjust my stance and shift from foot to foot. It’s so fucking cold.
“Me too. I hate working the early shifts, but as you can see, it’s all hands on deck today,” he says, gesturing to the large crowd around us. There are a bunch of people behind me, and they are starting to get irritated. I can hear them making passive aggressive comments. His partner comes out of the cruiser and walks over to us. The background noise fades, and all I see is the Celtic warrior before me. His hair is orangey-red like the sun, and he has a full beard, one I would love to tug.
“What’s the issue Santino?” he asks, his partner with a sweet honey-coated voice. My insides do a little flip flop from the tone. He stares into his eyes like they are having a silent conversation. I’m a little curious as to what is passing between the two of them. Too bad my power isn’t telekinesis.
“Nothing Sullivan, I was just checking IDs.” The officer with the sexy sapphire eyes says. I can see the smirk on his face, yeah he’s definitely flirting.
“Um, I have to get to work, I am running late as it is. Because of all this traffic, the subway was a nightmare,” I tell them. They both turn to look at me now, almost like they forgot I was there. The warrior gives his appraisal with a glance up and down my body, and a lick of his lips. Sullivan raises his eyebrows slightly, and I see his interest peak. With a small smile, I brush past them and begin to walk down the block. If I don’t leave now I feel like I might combust. I don’t get far though.
“Hey, Luck,” Santino yells out. I turn around and face him, but continue walking backward. “What time are you at the pub until?” he asks, from his post.
“Four,” I yell back. Butterflies creep into my stomach at the hopes I will see these two again.
“We come off shift at ten tonight. I’ll see you after, yeah?” he questions, sounding a little hopeful. They look so otherworldly standing there amongst the dreary afternoon light.
“Looking forward to it,” I say, in a flirty tone. Turning back around I smile to myself. I pick up my pace and rush down the block to get out of the cold. That was interesting, and a little exciting. I haven’t had a good flirt in a while. I hope he comes by after his shift. In fact, I hope they both come. I could really go for a police officer sandwich.
* * *
The bar is a mad-house after the parade ends. Everyone is looking to hang out and get drunk. I glance up when a table of customers busts out laughing, louder than the already cheerfully drunk crowd. It's been a fantastic night so far. I've only had to throw out a handful of people, and the money is raking in. It’s nearing 10:00 pm, and I start to clear out the tables in the back area for the contest and the dance floor.
Every year we have a drinking contest. It brings in the late-night crowd and makes all this green beer disappear. There is nothing worse than the stale green stuff. Last year’s champion drank three pitchers of lager in an hour. She was wrecked afterward, but my prize keeps them coming back — a year of free drinking at the bar. It’s a win-win because almost no one drinks alone. I usually break even when they bring their friends along.
When the DJ arrives, I leave him be to set up in the back. I walk back behind the bar, wiping it down with a wet rag as I go, then start restocking bottles. A slight tingle makes me look over to the door
just as Santino and Sullivan walk inside, looking just as delicious in their casual clothes as they did in their uniforms. I feel my pulse quicken, and goosebumps run across my arms. I don’t know what it is with these two, but damn they make me flustered, and I love it. If I looked in the mirror, I’d have a nice pink in my cheeks.
A third man walks in behind them, saying something that makes them all laugh. And fuck, he is as mouth-watering as the others. Are all the police officers hot these days? He has umber colored skin with beautiful golden undertones and sinfully green eyes. His white t-shirt is stretched tight underneath a black leather jacket which is wide open showing me all the goods. His dark denim jeans hug all the right places, and I practically melt right there. I notice I am staring when a customer yells my name.
“Luck...Luck... Hello! Luck,” my regular Larry says, with a drunken slur. Forcing myself to remove my eyes from the three sexy as sin men, I turn and face Larry.
“Sorry Larry, I zoned out for a minute,” I say apologetically.
“Yeah, I am sure that you did,” he says, with a small laugh on his lips. Larry has been coming here for years. After a nasty accident at work where he broke his back, he found himself permanently disabled and unable to work anymore. He lost his job and house soon after. Not having anywhere to go, he lived on the streets for a bit. I met him in the alleyway behind the bar; he was looking through the dumpster for food. I invited him in, gave him a hot meal and a shower in the upstairs apartment. A few days later a lawyer found him here and told him about a long lost aunt who just happened to be a billionaire with no heirs. Now he lives a few blocks away in a huge apartment that he inherited. Larry’s string of bad luck ended. Now he has nothing better to do than sit in the same barstool and drink my beer.