#LUCKY (The Empire Series Book 2)

by Nicole Hite

  "Lovely to meet you," he stood to kiss the back of her hand. "And you are..." He extended his palm out to Owen.

  "Names, Owen, bro," their handshake was firm, yet territorial.

  "That's Ariel's boy toy," Sam laughed.

  "Boyfriend, Sami, not boy toy. Boy toy makes Owen sound like a male escort."

  "Eh, thats debatable," she teased. "You did meet him on the Internet #Catfished.” She chuckled.

  "I'm sorry, Declan, for my roommates sour behavior. Technically I did not meet him online, well I kinda did. He lives down the hall, which his how we met. He catfished me into loving him. Is that about right, sweetie?" She looked over at Owen and smiled.

  "That pretty much covers it, although you make me sound like predator."

  "Sometimes we don't get to pick and choose how we meet people," Declan winked at Sam.

  "Hey Sam, can I speak with you in the kitchen for a second?" Ariel looked at her disturbed.

  "Sure thing," she stood, springing off the couch.

  Ariel pulled Sam's arm with force as she made her way into the kitchen.

  "What the hell happened with Cory?" Ariel began. "He came pounding on the door about an hour ago looking for you."

  "Maggie happened," Sam responded with raised eyebrow. Crossing her arms across her chest, "Cory finally gave me a key to the apartment, and I walked in on Maggie and him going at it like two wild and crazy kids." The sarcasm seeped from her lips as the hatred coursed through her body.

  "Mother. Fucker."

  "My sentiments exactly," Sam cringed.

  "That explains why all of his stuff was in the hallway," Ariel shuck her head. "And I'm assuming the hand has something to do with Cory?"

  "BINGO," Sam responded, placing a single finger on her nose.

  "Declan?"

  "Ah yes, I met him at O’Mallorey’s tonight. Seems pretty remarkable, really."

  "You failed to mention, hot, sexy, and hot."

  "You already said he was hot," Sam leered.

  "Well, it warranted a second one. God, and that accent. Yummy!"

  "Easy now, you have your own Romeo. Back off," she joked.

  "Just take it slow, okay? Cory sucked...a lot...but that doesn't mean you need to jump into another relationship on the same day."

  "Nice to know how you really feel, and no, I have no intention of starting a relationship. Just a good time."

  "I think we've let the boys suffer long enough without us."

  Walking back into the living room, the boys were laughing about something.

  "What's so funny?" Sam inquired, as she looked apprehensive, yet happy they were getting along.

  "Declan here, thinks Pink Floyd was the highlight of the sixties, while I on the other hand happen to think Led Zeppelin dominated the sixties. You can clearly see why I would think that's hilarious. Right, babe?"

  "Oh, yeah, sure," Ariel looked on confused as hell as to what they were even talking about.

  "Women. Can't live with them, can't live without them," Owen offered as him and Ariel made their way out of the room.

  Before clearing the door frame Ariel yelled, "Nice to meet you, Declan. Maybe we'll see you around sometime."

  "You as well," Declan responded. Making sure they had exited the room, "I enjoy your roommate and her boyfriend. They seem like decent people."

  "They are incredible. I mean, I've only known Owen for a couple months, but he's tolerable in my book."

  "Why do we choose amazing friends, yet such lousy girlfriends and boyfriends?" Declan gazed into Sam's beautiful green eyes as he watched her take a seat next to him on the couch.

  "It's a curse," she whispered as she moved in closer to his side. Climbing onto his lap, "Why don't we fix that then? Feeling lucky?"

  "Aye, darlin', ya have no idea."

  Declan grabbed a handful of her ass cheeks, pulling her down on to his pulsing cock. Clutching the hem of her shirt, he pulled it off with force, letting it fly across the room. For a moment, the two sat and enjoyed the intimate embrace before Declan reached up and took Sam's face into his hands. Leading her lips to his, he devoured her in a fury.

  There was nothing soft or sweet about their encounter, but pure, carnal passion. The heat rising inside of her made Sam's chest felt it would combust if she didn't have Declan right there and then. Slightly pulling away, she unbuttoned his vest, and slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt. Declan's chest was smooth and defined, just like she had hoped it would be.

  Strategically positioned on his chest, was an anchor tattoo. Tracing her fingers across the slightly raised black markings, she trailed them down to his rib cage where a shamrock lay.

  "Do you have any other tattoos I should be made aware of?" she asked as she rolled her hips into his.

  "Aye, I may have a few here and there. What about you," he examined as he slipped the lacy strap of her bra off her shoulder. Leaning in, he skillfully kissed her shoulder, across her collarbone and nibbled on her other shoulder.

  "I guess you'll just have to find out for yourself," she teased while pressing her breasts into his chest.

  Taking Sam in his arms, he circled his arm around her back and unfastened her bra. Declan let the delicate fabric slither through his fingers, falling to the floor with ease. Leaning back just a bit, Declan drew in a deep breath as he gazed at Sam's plentiful breasts.

  "Fuck, your tits are so perfect," he howled as he ran his tongue across her pert nipples. Burring his face between her mounds, Sam laid her petite hands on his scruffy cheeks. Running her fingers through his hair, both Sam and Declan moaned in pleasure.

  "We need to go to my room. I don't want to be interrupted when we have sex."

  "Oh, darlin'. We aren't having sex," he groaned into her chest.

  "What do you mean we aren't going to have sex?" Sam asked painstakingly confused as she slightly pulled away from his grip.

  "Sex? No. Fuck your brains out? Yes," he recovered.

  Lifting her from his lap, he picked up her deprived body.

  "Which one is yours?" He asked eagerly.

  "Third door on the right," she squealed as she clung to his body.

  Pushing to door open, Declan slammed Sam's body against the closing door. Placing her legs softly to the ground, Declan pinned her against the door as he kissed his way down her breasts, and knelt before her.

  He never took his eyes off hers as he wrenched at her jeans. Declan sent the clothing soaring across the room with one swift jerk. Admiring her for just a moment, he clenched and shredded the lacy intimates clean off her body.

  Sighing in desire, Sam felt Declan run his tongue up her body until they were face to face.

  "You're going to be trouble, aren't you?" Sam asked anxiously.

  "If you mean having mind blowing sex over and over, then yes, call me Trouble if you like," Declan affirmed as he pressed his body into hers.

  "I do love trouble," she reached between their bodies to undo his jeans. Sam powered through the buttons like a pro, and quickly had Declan down to his boxer briefs. Relishing the long, drawn out kisses on her neck, she swiftly felt the pulsing sensation deep within her core.

  Sam began kneading Declan's package from outside his briefs before gradually slipping her fingers below the elastic band. She wrapped her tiny hand around his plentiful cock as she took long strokes of his rigid flesh. He was already rock hard for her, and she could tell he was appreciating the pulls from the way he sucked harder on her neck. His dick pulsed under her hand as it grew harder and longer right before her.

  Peeling her away from the door, Declan flung her onto the bed allowing her blonde mane to bounce with her boobs. Sam had never seen a man move as quickly as Declan when he hurled his briefs, and tore into the condom wrapper. Sheathed and ready for action, he climbed on the bed with such resolve. He saw what he wanted, and he was damn well going to take it.

  "What was that about you wanting to, "Fuck my brains out? Sam questioned, only to be met with Declan snatching her legs, dragging them
toward him.

  "Just lay there, baby, hold on tight, and enjoy the ride," he smirked.

  Before Sam could respond, she was met with the powerful thrust of Declan's cock at her swollen folds. Grabbing her hips, he bounced her off his dick with ease. In and out he pounded away, sending an electrical current tingling throughout her body.

  Tilting forward he took hold of her hands, previously gripping his biceps, and positioned them above her head. He rolled his hips, plunging deeper into her slickness. Declan suckled her tits, playing with the tips with his soft tongue. The sensation drove Sam senseless.

  "Oh shit, Declan."

  "That's it, A stór. You feel so fucking good wrapped about my cock right now."

  "Oh my...fuck me harder..." Sam begged as she felt the tingling sensation rapidly building in her core.

  Gripping her wrists firmly, he pounded into her hard and fast until he hit the precise spot she was looking for.

  "Tell me you love fucking me, A stór," Declan craved. "Tell me how bad you want it.. That you love me fucking this sweet pussy of yours."

  "FUCK, DECLAN! I want your cock so bad - I NEED your cock, now give it all to me," she screamed.

  Sam felt the pulsing sensation of her clit rubbing against Declan's stomach and could barely take it anymore. Declan drew back out and declined into her ear, "That's what fucking your brains out feels like, angel. Get used to it." He slammed into her once last time, sending her into an earth shattering orgasm. Riding hers out, she drove a few more times before he was exhausted himself.

  The two lay breathless on the bed, panting at the exertion spent screwing. Sweat dripped from their bodies as their hearts raced within their chests.

  "I'd say you have a right to boast," Sam laughed as she rested her head to the side to glance into his eyes.

  Declan chuckled as he turned to face her, "I knew you would be fun, but, that...that was brilliant, A stór."

  "I've never been fucked like that before. Ever," she moaned.

  "Then you haven't been fucked properly," he chuckled.

  "I think you are unquestionably right. I'm going to freshen up a little, make yourself at home."

  "Oh really? I kinda like the way I smell on you. Gets me hard just thinking about it again."

  "You really are Trouble, you know that?" she pealed herself away from the damp sheets as she shamelessly strutted to the bathroom.

  Closing the bathroom door, she took a washcloth, running it across her sweaty body. Checking her disheveled hair in the mirror, she ran a comb through the tangles. While she was fixing her makeup, she heard a faint ringing sound coming from the bedroom. Declan's voice was at a whisper, but she could only make out a couple words.

  "Shit, sorry...I forgot we were meeting up tonight...no, I'll be there. I got a little tied up...I'll be there Ashley, I promise."

  Sam's heart began to sink as she thought about everything that had happened tonight. Had she been so naive to think this man was just playing her this whole time? He sounded like he had a new girlfriend all right and her name was Ashley.

  A slight knock came from the door. "Hey, Sam, I gotta head out. I need to be somewhere."

  Without questioning him further, she peeked her head out the crack of the door. "Yeah, sure, no problem. I need to get some sleep anyway."

  "You are a total doll. I had a lot of fun," he stated, kissing her lightly on the lips as he flew out the door before she could say goodbye.

  * * *

  What the fuck just happened here?

  5

  “Hot for teacher.”

  "Sam, get your ass in here," Vivienne yelled from her office as usual.

  "Right here, Viv. Whatcha need?" Sam leaned on the doorframe, peering into her boss' office.

  "I need you to go over to Beckley today. I have a girl who’s an up-and-coming designer, and I want to nab her first for an interview. She's worked with a fair amount of designers, but she just signed a contract to co-design a line with Isaac Mizrahi. She's said to be the next big thing, which is why I need boots on the ground."

  "I can certainly tackle that." Sam was elated that she was going to finally get a ground-breaking story from the fashion world. It didn't hurt that a mysterious professor would be in the same vicinity as well.

  "Excellent. And I want details, Sam. Not that fluff you did last month about how penny loafers are coming back in," Viv reprimanded.

  Sam happened to love penny loafers. It was a low blow if you asked her.

  "I'll email you the details shortly. Now go," Vivienne flicked her wrist, dismissing Sam.

  Leaving Vivienne's office, Sam felt lightheaded at the thought of seeing Declan again - he had left on such awkward terms a couple weeks ago. She hadn't seen, or heard from him since the night at O’Mallorey’s. Perhaps the episode with Cory was too much drama for his taste. That, or it had to do with the allusive Ashley character. She didn't guilt Declan either. Who would want to get involved with a girl with drama?

  Making her way to her office, she was blocked by her intern Quinn.

  "Hey Sam, everything okay in there?" Quinn eyed her with concern.

  "Peachy keen, jelly bean. We have a lead on a story out of Beckley. Feel like going on a little field trip?"

  "The college guys are already calling my name," she quipped.

  "Work. Then play. Deal?" Sam eyed her with a giant smile on her face.

  "Of course. I would like to be more than an intern someday; gotta play by the rules."

  Quinn was a sweet girl. She was brand spankin' new and fresh out of college. She was naive to the magazine world, but Sam continuously tried to use her to fill the void Maggie had left. Quinn had everything that Maggie lacked; morals, values, intelligence, and character. She was still sick to her stomach to know Maggie would sleep with her boyfriend.

  Maggie had always been the wild card out of the three girls. Bridget was the reasonable one. Devoted girlfriend, impeccable work ethic, and fiercely independent. She was self-reliant, even if Kevin wanted to think otherwise.

  Sam was the dependable one. She was a stickler for commitment in every situation. Loyal to work, friends, family, and even her relationships. She was elated when her sisters wanted to relocate to San Francisco with her. Although she had Ariel, she still wanted, and needed, a piece of home with her. Never did she imagine how horrible that idea would be.

  Maggie, on the other hand, was the baby of the three - the "Oopsy" of the bunch. It was no secret, but she liked to use it as justification to seclude her black sheep self. She loved her little sister, but her theatrics for the extreme had hit an all time high with this little stunt. Furthermore, the fact that she still had not made contact with Sam only reinforced the fact that Maggie was completely unhinged.

  Sam had started the see the changes in Maggie as soon as they moved to San Fran. The changes were subtle, at first, like, going out and getting drunk several nights a week. However, they slowly progressed to a nightly occurrence. Some nights she never returned home, leaving Sam in a tizzy half the time. Sam just hoped that this incident would light a spark under her ass to get her stuff together.

  "You have a good head on your shoulders, Quinn."

  "I try. When are we going?" Quinn asked.

  "As soon as I get the particulars from Vivienne," Sam spoke up as an email alert went off on her phone. "Speaking of which, time to go! Oh, and can we drive your car?"

  "No problemo, Ms. Daisy."

  Sam chuckled at Quinn's attempt to be sarcastic. Although the joke came across a little corny, Sam still had a soft spot for the girl.

  Climbing into Quinn's vintage mustang, the two were ready to make the most out of their escapade to Beckley.

  "Nice fucking car," Sam exclaimed as she ran her hand across the refurbished leather.

  "Thank you! It was my father's. I idealized him as a child. He spent seven years restoring this baby."

  Sam could make out an undertone of sorrow in her voice, but didn't want to press the issue for fear of disp
leasing Quinn.

  "Well, it's beautiful. I would love to have a Betty like this to call my own."

  "Why don't you have a car...if you don't mind me asking?"

  "Never felt the need to get one. Everyone I knew had one, so why hassle?"

  "Valid point, but what if you need to get somewhere important? I'm not sure Ariel would be too pleased to pick you up late night at a bar."

  "Taxi or Uber are on speed dial, Sweetie. Don't worry, I have all of my bases covered," Sam laughed as she pulled out her documents for the assignment.

  "Tell me about the project? Tell me we get to do an expose on the male swim team's speedos?"

  "Not entirely. Have you ever heard of Demi Pepper?" Sam inquired, as she looked Quinn's way.

  "You're kidding, right? She's only the next big thing in fashion design. To think they are concealing her away at Beckley gives me the chills."

  "How have I not heard of this girl? She appeared to keep herself under the radar for the most part."

  "No clue, she's prevalent in the fashion community, but she hasn't gone mainstream, so no one really knows anything about her. She's an enigma."

  As Quinn pulled up to Beckley, Sam had somehow convinced her to park near the Communications department. Her excuse, "It'll make it easier to get out after we're done." Quinn wasn't convinced, but skated into the tiny spot regardless.

  The two walked into the, now crowded, hallways. Class was dismissed and the halls were flooded with hipsters, sorority girls, and computer nerds. Their unnecessary amounts of perfume to mask the scent of last night's debauchery, assaulted Sam's senses.

  "I need to make a quick stop in a classroom before we head over to the design building. You okay with that?"

  "Sure thing. I am your servant to do with as you will," Quinn chuckled.

  "Thanks, babe."

  Sam stopped a peppy coed in the entrance, "Excuse me, but do you know where Mr. Flannery’s classroom is? He teaches..."

  "Integrated Marketing Communications, trust me, I know," the coed responded dreamily.

  "Yes, that would be him," Sam retorted almost sounding like a desperate sorority girl herself.