Lucky Strike

by M Andrews

  “No, I got this. Give me the list for the party and I’ll go get it.”

  “Lucky, you don’t have to. I know this stuff isn’t your thing.” She pulls a few bills from her wallet and starts to hand them to me, but I push her hand away, denying her again.

  “I want to do this. It’s the least I could do for bailing on her before Ella was born. Now give me the list and go take care of the coffee shop.” I take the list from her hand and give her a reassuring smile.

  I spent the rest of the afternoon at the party supply store, picking out the decorations for the baby shower and dropping off the cake order to the bakery. On my way home I picked up some take out from Ryder’s favorite Thai restaurant. I might not be able to cook for Ryder, but I can pick up his favorite meals from people who do. It’s the thought that counts.

  I’m scooping out the last of the takeout containers when I hear the front open. I look up and see Ryder dropping his bag by the door. He saunters over to the kitchen with a new fire burning in his eyes. One I haven’t seen since his days in the police academy. It took some pushing but Ryder eventually caved and agreed to join SWAT. It’s been three weeks since he started training and now he comes home every night with a big smile on his face and a lot more energy in the sack.

  Ryder slides up behind me, one arm sliding around my waist the other sweeps the hair away from my neck. His lips ghost down along my neck. I can feel the bulge in his pants growing hard against the seam of my ass.

  “Dinner is ready,” I murmur as his hand slips under the waistband of my leggings. Fingers roughly pushing inside my slick cunt.

  “The only thing I want is you riding my fucking cock,” he rasps darkly in my ear. My beast is here and he’s ready to play.

  We burst through the door of the second floor. The air is filled with the sounds of ripping fabric and hot haggard moans. I’m so fucking turned on I can’t get Ryder out of his clothes and into me fast enough. We’re slamming each other into the walls all the way down the hallway leaving a trail of popped buttons, shredded clothes, and broken picture frames in our wake.

  His kisses are rough and sloppy, all biting and sucking. His strong hands lifting me up slamming me down on his rock hard cock, sending a delicious pain coursing through my body. He’s deep, oh so fucking deep inside my dripping wet cunt. He slams me down onto the bed, flinging my leg over his shoulder. It’s wild and primal, skin slapping against skin. He’s groping, pinching at my tits as he rams harder and faster into me. The headboard is banging and knocking against the wall, our screams and gasps filling the night air. I can feel him throbbing inside me. He pulls out of me and paints my chest with his hot cum, then slams back into me.

  He presses my leg to my chest, hand sliding around my neck, gently squeezing. His dark lust filled eyes staring me down as he fills my ears with the dirtiest shit I’ve ever heard. Nails clawing down his back, teeth biting into his hot flesh. I flip him on his back, riding him like the fucking queen that I am. Letting him know this dick is mine and only mine. He sits up sucking my nipple into his hot mouth, pulling and biting just the way I like it. Grabbing the back of his head I pull his head back hard, crashing my lips to his as I ride him harder and harder. Tits bouncing, heart beating out of my sweat and cum covered chest.

  I pull him tighter against me, flesh on flesh needing to devour every inch of him. My screams turning to whimpers as he relentlessly rams up into me and I don’t know how much more I can take. Head spinning, vision fading as we both come hard over and over until we both collapse into a pool on the bed. Hurricane Ryder strikes again and I narrowly survived.

  Reality slowly begins to creep back as we lay here still tangled in each other. Hands softly caressing our sweat soaked bodies. My limbs beginning to regain their feeling.

  “I see you had another good day of training.” A lazy smile creeping across my face as I snuggle in closer to Ryder.

  “It was a God damn incredible day. I haven’t felt this alive since... well, since I got you back.” I can hear the excitement in his voice. I knew joining SWAT would be a good path for Ryder.

  “See I told you so.” I proudly grin.

  “My lucky clover strikes again.” He places a gentle kiss on my forehead. “Now let’s eat then spend the rest of the night fucking.”

  “I like the way you think, Officer Callahan.”

  I pull the pin from the smoke bomb, launching it down the dark hallway. The adrenaline coursing through my veins while the team and I eagerly await the loud explosion. For the first time in over two years, I’m feeling like my old self again. I finally have my girl and now I’m about to ace the field test for SWAT. I don’t know why I spent so much time fighting against the idea of joining SWAT, the past few weeks in training have made me feel more alive than I’ve felt since joining the force. I have found my true calling.

  The loud boom echoes through the testing facility. I slide my ventilation mask over my face as the hallway fills with smoke.

  “All right boys let’s do this,” I call out cockily over the comms.

  “Lucky, you should have seen your boy out there today. That move having us sneak up through the service elevators was fucking genius.” Edwards slaps me on the back then sets our pitcher of beer down on the table.

  Like I assumed, the team and I passed our final field exam, even setting a new course record. As of Monday morning, we’ll all be a part of the Seattle SWAT Division.

  “You were no slouch out there either, Edwards. How did you even know we could come in through the air ducts? The blueprints of the building showed they were too narrow for anyone to fit through.”

  “You learn a thing or two about building construction after growing up with a dad and two brothers who robbed banks and armored trucks. Now I use those tricks to put people like them away.”

  One thing I respect most about Edwards is that he’s honest about where he came from. He had a rough start in life. His father and brothers were notorious for robbing banks and armored trucks. I commend him for turning his life around. Most people in his shoes end up following in their families criminal paths. Instead, he used it to become one of the best damn cops on the force.

  A tall redhead passing by our table pulls Edwards attention away from our conversation. Lucky takes the opportunity to climb into my lap.

  “I am so damn proud of you, Ryder. I knew you could do it.” Lucky wraps her arms around my neck, sealing her lips to mine. I can taste the whiskey on her soft, warm lips. Her hips grinding against me. My cock already aching with the need to be buried in her perfect tight pussy. Fuck celebrating at the bar, I’m ready to take her home and make her scream until the neighbors call the cops on us.

  As we sit making out in the crowded bar, I can feel a pair of eyes on us. I’m used to people staring at us, Lucky and I can’t seem to keep our hands off of each other even in public, but this pair of eyes feels different. They’re intense and feel as if they are burning into my flesh. It’s beginning to give me an uneasy feeling.

  “Let’s... take... this... party... back ... home,” I murmur between kisses. Ready to get out of this bar and away from those prying eyes.

  “Can we fuck in the bathroom first? I really need your cock inside me now.” I can see the naughty glint in her eyes as she looks up at me through her dark lashes. How can I say no to that?

  “You go first and I’ll meet you there.” I watch as she climbs off my lap and sashays those sexy curves through the crowd to the bathroom. Looking down at my lap and notice a wet spot where Lucky was grinding against me. I barely touched her and she’s already fucking dripping wet for me. I love it.

  I drop a couple twenties on the table then make my way tothe back of the bar to the bathrooms. The whole way there I can feel those eyes on me, watching my every move. As I round the corner down the hallway, a dark figure rams into my shoulder and keeps on walking. I turn to yell at the asshole when a familiar knot clinches tight in my stomach. I see his dark, searing eyes. Jackson.

  I r
un back out into the crowd, searching all the faces, looking for that asshole. But he’s gone. My head is telling me I just saw a ghost, but my gut is telling me that asshole is back. I take another scan of the bar, he’s still nowhere to be found. I don’t care how much Lucky wants me to fuck her in that bathroom, we are not staying here if there’s even a remote possibility that asshole is here in this bar.

  I walk back to the bathrooms, giving the hallway a once over for onlookers then I push open the door to the ladies room. Lucky is standing by the sink, sliding off her panties in anticipation of my arrival. As she bends over I catch a glimpse of her deliciously wet pussy lips and that ass, that plump, juicy ass is just begging me to fuck it.

  Control yourself Ryder. You can fuck every inch of her as soon as you get her out of this bar. Just then Lucky’s beautiful green eyes meet mine in the mirror.

  “Come here, baby, I’m so ready for you,” she says flashing me a mischievous grin, pulling her dress up over her hips.

  “I can see you are eager for me to fuck you, but my hunger to spend all night between your legs is overtaking my urge for a quickie in this bathroom.”

  Her smile turns into a disappointed pout. I could tell her the truth that I think I saw her douchebag ex in the hallway. But I’m not sure of what I saw and I don’t want to worry her for nothing. I wasn’t lying when I said a quickie wasn’t going to cut it for me. I’m pretty sure the owner would get pissed if we kept the ladies room locked for the rest of the night while we fucked.

  I step up behind her, running my fingers down along her wet slit. “I know you want me to fuck this tight little pussy of yours right now...” I push two fingers into her—fuck she’s so warm and wet—my dick is straining against my pants, “...but once I start I won’t be able to stop myself.”

  I keep my eyes locked on her as I release my fingers from her, bringing them up to my mouth. I can see her sweet juices coating my fingers. She pulls her lip between her teeth, watching intensely as I lick them clean. Her tits rising and falling in rhythm with her breathing.

  I lean into her ear and whisper, “Don’t worry my little Clover, I’ll get you off with these fingers in the car on the way home, then I’ll fuck this pussy raw.”

  Ryder collapses on top of me, winded and dripping with sweat. I hold him in my arms, feeling complete bliss. It’s been months since I jumped out of my apartment window in Mexico and bravely took that step into my new life. I have experienced so many new emotions since I opened my heart to Ryder. I’m happier than I’ve ever been. I don’t feel scared of losing myself or losing Ryder anymore. He’s teaching me how to love and how to be open to love. I know I still have a long road ahead of me, but now I know I’m strong enough to make it through anything life has to throw at me.

  Ryder’s lips softly graze up along my neck, his breath hot against my ear as he whispers, “Marry me.”

  “What did you just say?” Okay, maybe I’m not ready for everything that life can throw at me.

  He rests his elbows on either side of my head, his eyes intense and sincere. “I said, marry me.”

  “Are you seriously asking me to marry you while you’re still inside me? We have mind blowing sex, and you think… hey, this is the perfect time to ask my girl to marry me?”

  “Yeah, pretty much,” he says trying to hide a chuckle under his breath. “I love you and you love me. We’ve managed not to kill each other while living together. So why not get married.”

  I’ve never been one of those girls who imagined what their perfect engagement would be like, but I never thought anyone would ever ask me while his dick was still seated in my pussy. But Ryder has never been the conventional type, so I shouldn’t be surprised that he would ask me after making me come three times.

  “Do you even have a ring? You can’t ask a girl to marry you if you don’t have a ring.”

  “It just so happens that I do.” A big cheeky grin spreads across his face as he rolls off me.

  I sit up in bed wrapping the sheet around me, watching Ryder digging in his dresser drawer. He pulls out a small green box then walks back over to the bed, sitting on the edge. “I found this a couple weeks ago at a vintage jewelry store and I just knew it was for you.” He slowly opens the box, my eyes widening when I see the silver and gold Claddagh ring. In the center is an emerald heart and three small diamonds are nestled in the crown. It’s the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen. “I had them engrave it.” He pulls out the ring and engraved inside the silver band is My Lucky Clover.

  “Lucky Flanagan, will you make me the happiest man alive and be my wife?”

  My breathing deepens, the tears streaming down my face. For the first time in my life, the voices in my head agree with my heart. There is no doubt, no question if I’m worthy of Ryder. I know without hesitation I want to spend the rest of my life with him. “Yes, Ryder Michael Callahan, I will marry you.”

  I sling my arms around Ryder’s neck pulling him on top of me as I lay back in bed. “Pinch… me,” I whisper between kisses, thinking this all has to be a dream.

  Ryder reaches a hand between us and proceeds to pinch and pull at my left nipple, forcing me to gasp in pain.

  “I meant pinch my arm not my nipples you ass.” I slap his hand away then push him off of me.

  “You didn’t seem to mind when I pinched your nipples last night. In fact, you kind of enjoyed it,” he murmurs chuckling under his breath.

  “That was in the throes of passion. This was supposed to be a sweet moment where you gently pinch my arm or my side,” I scold.

  “I’m sorry baby, how about we try it again?” he says rolling back on top of me.

  “No, the moment is ruined and besides I have to get up for work.”

  “Or instead of that why don’t we call in sick and stay in bed all day,” he suggests as his lips trail down my neck.

  “I wish I could, but I promised I’d help train the new barista that’ll be helping me when Lucy opens the new coffee shop.”

  His hand finds its way between my legs, thinking that sex is going to change my mind, but I promised I would help Lucy with this and besides Ryder can’t call in sick during his first week on SWAT. “Ryder, come on. I need to get to work.” I push his hand away and wiggle out from beneath him. Before I can take my first step Ryder grabs my hand.

  “I don’t want you going to work today.”

  “I thought you weren’t going to keep me from working? What’s going on Ryder?” This is so unlike him. Sure we just got engaged but that is no excuse to miss work. Ryder has never missed a day of work in his life, so why is he starting now?

  “I think I saw Jackson last night at the bar.”

  I slump down on the bed next to him. My heart now in my throat and my stomach in knots. “What do you mean, you think you saw him?”

  “As I was walking through the bar to join you in the bathroom he brushed past me. I could have sworn it was him, but the second I turned around to make sure he was gone. If he’s here I don’t want you going anywhere without me,” he warns.

  “Ryder, are you absolutely sure it was him? It’s been months since I left Mexico. Why would he just show up now? I think your head is just playing tricks on you,” I lie. It’s just one of Jackson’s mind games. He wanted me to get comfortable before he came back for me, so he can fuck up everything I’ve worked so hard to get back.

  “It doesn’t matter if it was my head or not. I don’t want you going anywhere without me.”

  “Ryder you can’t miss work so you can babysit me on a hunch. I’m a big girl, who knows how to protect herself. You’re the one that taught me self-defense. And I won’t be alone, Lucy will be at the shop and so will Chad our new barista. If it makes you feel better you can pick me up from the shop after you get off from your shift,” I say giving him a reassuring smile. I know how to handle Jackson. Jackson talks a good game but he would never actually hurt me. I know Ryder is only being this way because he thinks I’ll run off with Jackson again, but that’s n
ot going to happen this time. I know I’m strong enough to tell him no.

  “I don’t like this Lucky,” he groans.

  “I know you don’t but you can’t always protect me. I know how to handle Jackson, and if he tries anything I have a vicious brunette named Lucy who’ll happily help kick his ass for me.” I softly giggle.

  “I want you to call me if he shows up, and you’re not to leave that coffee shop without Lucy or me with you. You understand me?”

  “I promise I won’t. I will even call her right now and see if she will come pick me up.”

  I walk as fast as my feet can carry me through the dark streets of Seattle. Lucy called me after Ryder left for work saying she was running late with some emergency at her new shop. The coffee shop is only a couple of blocks away from my apartment, so I decided to risk it and walk. I pull my keys out of my purse and unlock the dead bolt. Stepping inside, I feel an icy chill wash over my body and that’s when I see him… Jackson.

  Ryder was right.

  It’s been months since I left his ass screaming in pain. I mistakenly let myself relax when he didn’t come after me right away. Asshole must have fucked every vagina in Mexico before coming to get me.

  “Long time no see, Nadine.” His lips curl into a smug smile.

  “What are you doing here, Jackson? And where is Lucy?” So help me God, if he did anything to Lucy, I would beat him to death with that bat hiding behind the coffee counter.

  “I didn’t touch that bitch. Someone just happened to break into her new coffee shop, forcing her to leave the store unattended.” He jumps off the counter and slowly saunters over to me. “Did you really think you could get away from me? I own you, Nadine.”

  His words make me sick to my stomach. “Go to hell, Jackson,” I spit out. My fists clenching, body red hot with anger.