Lucky Strike (13 page)

I hide behind the racks of free weights and watch as his muscles move under his tanned skin. The same muscles I gaze upon when he makes love to me. Lost in my own thoughts, I lean against the weight rack, accidentally knocking over one of the weights, sending it crashing to the floor with a loud thud. Ryder quickly spins around, his cold hard expression softens when he spots me standing by the boxing ring.

“What are you doing here?” His deep, gruff voice echoes across the empty space. I can feel myself blushing as his eyes rake over me. Realizing I’d forgotten to put a robe on over my short pink lace nightgown. The soft light above me making it almost see through.

“I couldn’t sleep. And I saw the light from the gym. I’m sorry if I disturbed your workout,” I mumble. He’s the only man that can make me shy and timid. “Ryder about our fight, I’m so sor—” Before I can finish my apology Ryder cuts me off.

“No more talking. Come here,” he demands.

I swallow hard. My feet hesitating at first until I finally will them to move. Slowly I walk over to him, watching as he pulls the tape off from his hands. I stop in front of him and I can smell his manly musky scent, so much so I can almost taste it on the tip of my tongue. His fingers trail down my arm, sending a shudder down my spine. He wraps his hand around my arm and roughly spins me around, so we are both facing the wall of mirrors across the room.

His rough fingers slip under the thin straps of my nightgown, slowly sliding them down my arms until the lace pools down at my feet, leaving me completely naked and exposed. Ryder’s blues growing darker as he eyes me up and down in the mirror. I can feel his dick growing hard through the thin fabric of his shorts.

“You’re so beautiful Lucky.”

I let out a sigh of relief when I hear my name slip from his lips.

“This body is mine, Lucky. No one, and I mean no one will
ever
see you like this but me. No other man will ever put his hands on these curves...” his hand ghosts over the curve of my hip, “…these gorgeous tits...” he cups my breast in his other hand, massaging and rolling my nipple between his fingers, “…and the only dick this ass will ever grind against is mine. Do you understand me?” He holds me in his hot dark gaze, waiting for my reply.

“Yes,” I answer in a breathy whisper.

He spins me back around. His head dips down capturing my lips in a hot, deep kiss. His warm tongue dominating my mouth. He cups the back of my hair pulling my head back, kissing and licking down the nape of my neck and dipping his tongue between my breasts.

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.”
H H
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.”

“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.”