by Anh Leod
An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication
www.ellorascave.com
Lucky Number Seven
ISBN 9781419910111
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Lucky Number Seven Copyright © 2007 Anh Leod
Edited by Helen Woodall.
Cover art by Syneca.
Electronic book Publication June 2007
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Lucky Number Seven
Anh Leod
Dedication
For Leander.
Chapter One
“I’m going to fuck the first man I see.” Vivian Lane stomped down the back steps of her parent’s church holding the last box of her wedding decorations. Only days before she’d agonized over matching colors to her bridesmaids’ dresses. Now, for all she cared, the red and silver ribbons, flowerpot covers and candles could be thrown in the dump.
“Calm down, Vi!” Delia, who was to have been her matron of honor, said, running behind her.
Vi turned at the base of the steps. The drizzling rain made it hard to see. “Calm down, Dee? C’mon, get with the picture! It’s over between Randy and me.”
“After two years? He just has cold feet!”
Vi blew up a breath, trying to move curls out of her eyes before the rain extinguished her sight with frizz. “No. The wedding was supposed to be tomorrow! I just put my mother through hell taking down the decorations. Randy is scum.”
“He’s scared. You still love him, right?” Shivering, Dee put up the hood of her jacket.
Vi rested the box on her hip. “He let the stripper at his bachelor party give him a blowjob. Then tells me about it. The morning before the wedding! He’s sorry, he says, but he doesn’t feel like we have enough sex and he needs more than I provide. That’s it! I’m though with him.”
“He said he loves you, though.”
“I’m supposed to care about that now? If sex nearly every day isn’t enough for him, I’m moving on. It’s not like I even came half the time. He’s convinced sex is so important, well, maybe he’s right. I’m going to find out!”
Dee shook her head. “Don’t make any hasty decisions. I can see how upset you are by this.”
Vi stared at her friend. Six months pregnant, deeply in love with her prince of a husband, there was no way Dee could understand the level of betrayal she felt. Jilted, practically at the altar. “I know we’ve been friends forever, but I have to feel my own way through this.”
“Be careful,” Dee begged, her hands protectively covering her belly.
Vi sniffed. “I’m not promising anything.” She walked briskly through the parking lot, pausing only to dump her box of ruined wedding dreams into the trunk before driving off.
Dee had been the last person left at the church. Vi’s mother had already driven away in tears. Vi hadn’t been able to tell her mother the full truth. How had she made such a mistake in her choice of husband? She’d never trust a man again. They were all about their penises and nothing else.
The early June sky was gray with clouds despite the midday hour and she made slow progress through the Centralia, Washington, streets, reliving her copious but somehow unsatisfying love life with Randy. While she drove, she blasted a local country station at earsplitting decibels, wondering why there were so many “she done him wrong” songs compared to “he done her wrong” songs. Clearly, a hole existed in the marketplace. Her experience alone was worthy of a country hit.
Maybe if she’d enjoyed their sex life more it would have been something she pursued often. Busy blaming Randy’s unwillingness to provide more than thirty seconds of foreplay for busting up her wedding day, she wandered too close to the orange cones around a chain link fence surrounding an unfinished strip mall. She was distracted by an emblem on a sign that appeared to be a union symbol but had at its center a snarling dog’s face. Randy hated dogs. Maybe she should drop by the pound and adopt a big, mean one just in case he decided to ever stop by again.
Her car lurched and she heard an unpleasant thump, thump, thump. Shit! She had a flat! Could her day get any worse? Her car listed to the right and she pulled over to the curb as soon as she was past the cones. Maybe she’d picked up a nail. It would figure. Construction sites were notorious for them.
It had been years since she’d had a flat. Did she even have a good spare? She reached into her purse for her phone, but her hand came up empty except for the last breath mint in a tin and some condoms in foil packages from her last camping trip with Randy. Now she remembered she’d left her cell phone at home so she couldn’t receive any more phone calls from friends and relatives commiserating with her over her canceled wedding. Leaning back into her seat, her windshield wipers’ steady rhythm increasing the pounding in her head, she closed her eyes and popped the breath mint into her mouth.
A couple of minutes later, she was enjoying her minty breath and revenge-filled thoughts when she heard a knock at her window. Vi turned her head, but couldn’t see through the fog on the window. Ignoring all safety precautions, she rolled down the window.
A handsome dark-eyed man with a hard hat, a three-day beard and an orange vest leaned in. Her day was finally improving.
“You okay? You’ve been parked here for a while and we need to bring in a big machine.”
“And?”
“You’re blocking the driveway.”
“Oh.” She swallowed the last of her mint. “Sorry, I’ve got a flat tire. I’m stuck.”
“Is anyone on the way to help you?”
Like she’d want to bother her family with a silly flat tire after what she’d already put them through today. “I left my cell phone at home, so no.”
“I have some tools in my truck.” He gestured a work-glove-covered hand behind him. “Do you want help?”
“Don’t you need to work?”
He shrugged. “Can’t do much with you blocking us.”
She considered. Could she handle this on her own? Probably not. Her eyes began to tear when she remembered this was supposed to be the last day she was without a life partner. The last day she was supposed to handle everything on her own. She pushed that thought out of her head. Independence was great, for the most part. “Then yes, thanks.”
“I’ll get my tools.”
He turned away. Her mouth fell open when she saw the guy’s ass as he walked back through the gate in the c
hain link fence. Boy, had she been missing out, dating a string-bean accountant. She wanted some of that construction guy! Then she remembered her promise to fuck the first man she saw.
She smiled. She’d have no problem keeping that commitment.
A few moments later the man returned, calling over his shoulder. “Don’t get your panties in a knot, Barkley. I’ll have her out of here fast, then take lunch while you get the equipment in here.”
“Hurry it up,” Barkley shouted. He was a tall, indistinct figure in the rainy gloom.
“Are you going to stay in the car?” the man said, leaning back through Vi’s open window.
“No, I’ll help.” She could use the distraction. Plus he would get a chance to check her out. Somebody ought to get the chance to appreciate the fitness she’d achieved in order to fit into her mermaid-style wedding gown.
“It’s raining.”
She snorted. “Like that’s going to matter after the day I’ve had.”
After straightening her short skirt, she got out of the car. He motioned her around to her trunk without a glance, not commenting when she pushed aside her wedding decorations to pull out the spare tire and jack.
How was she going to get his attention if her skirt didn’t do the trick? All Randy needed to get a hard-on was her bare legs in his line of vision.
The construction guy looked over the jack and spare, then nodded. Vi’s nipples tingled at the way his sure hands handled the equipment. She wondered if he could manage her parts so masterfully.
“It should hold you,” he said.
But will you hold me? “What should I do?” She swayed toward him.
“Just stand back.” His tone was brusque, but she really didn’t care. She wanted to fuck him, not befriend him. Moving away, she kept a firm eye on the strong muscles of his back, butt and legs as he bent to her car.
I wish he was bending me over. She licked her lips. Give him time to finish first.
He made quick work of the tire change then straightened and turned back to her. “All done. What do you want me to do with the flat tire? I can take it down the street to a tire shop if you want.”
How sweet. Maybe he was a nice guy. “I can just throw it in my backseat.”
“I’d hate to have you wreck your upholstery. My truck is parked inside the fence and it won’t hurt my truck bed.”
She smiled as he said the word bed. “If you don’t mind.”
He tilted his head toward the fence. “Let’s go then.”
She dropped the jack into her trunk and closed it, then moved her car down the street so it would be out of the driveway. By then the man’s large green truck had pulled up behind her and she dashed through the rain and opened the passenger door. Grabbing the handle, she pulled herself into the cab, breathing in smells of pine air freshener and wet dog. He must have a pooch of his own.
Curly dark hairs were embedded in the seat cushion. He probably had a black Chow Chow or similar breed as a pet. What kind of dog would she like to have?
Her attention soon drifted off her potential pet and onto her driver. Vi couldn’t wait to see if what was inside his workpants was as big as the rest of him.
“I’m Cere, by the way,” he said with a glance in her direction after she fastened her seat belt. His hard hat was off now and she saw his thick hair, though cut short, was a coppery brown, as if the tips were overlaid with gleaming metal.
She smiled in response. “I’m horny.”
His eyes grew big and he growled low at the back of his throat before speaking. “You’re what?”
She blushed. “I don’t mean that’s my name. I want to fuck you.”
“Okay,” he said slowly.
She could see he took a deep breath, as if he were testing the air for insanity.
Hopefully he liked her perfume. “I’d like to offer you a personal thank you for doing all this. Is there somewhere we can park after we get my tire fixed?”
He blinked. She liked the idea that she could shock this big strong man. His cheeks were even a little pink in his olive-skinned face.
“Ummm…sure. There’s a park a couple of blocks past the tire shop.”
“Great.” She thought through the contents of her purse. Yes, she had condoms. She settled back into the seat as he pulled into the road.
The tire shop had a short wait, so they were stuck standing in line.
“What union are you in?” she asked, vaguely curious. “I saw the dog emblem on the fence, but wasn’t sure what it stood for. I couldn’t translate the motto.”
He shifted, a bit uneasily she thought. “It’s not exactly a union.”
“What is it then?”
“More of a brotherhood.”
“Of what?”
“óêõëß.”
“What?” She had no idea what he’d said.
“Dog. The Brotherhood of the Dog. It’s Greek.”
“Cool. Do you all have dog names, like Barkley?”
He grinned. “It’s just a little joke.”
“A way to get through the workday?”
He slipped his arms around her waist. The work gloves he hadn’t removed were warmed by his body heat and felt comforting on her chilled skin.
“I prefer your idea.”
“Mmm,” she murmured, leaning her head against his chest. “Me too.”
“Are you sure I won’t break you? You’re so tiny and I can get a bit, well,” he half laughed, half chuckled, “rough.”
Vi stood on her tiptoes and nipped at his ear. “I can’t wait.”
Cere turned his head so his nose drifted across her cheek until their lips met. “Me either. Shouldn’t be long now.” He put his hands under her ass cheeks and squeezed.
She opened her mouth to his kiss. Hungrily, she swept her tongue into his mouth when his lips parted.
“My, you have large canines,” she told him, after sampling various parts of his mouth with her tongue.
“A prerequisite for the Brotherhood,” he told her.
“Are other parts of you as large?” she teased.
He raised an eyebrow. “You’ll find out soon enough, puppy.”
“Arf,” Vi said and worried at his neck with her teeth.
His chuckle rumbled his chest. “You get the idea quickly.”
Vi’s name was called and a couple of minutes later they were back in the truck, driving toward the park. She was tense with anticipation and her panties were damp with excitement. No matter how large his cock turned out to be, her pussy was ready for him. Just being near Cere felt like foreplay. He was a real man, doing a man’s job, not some sissy desk jockey with thighs no bigger than hers.
He pulled into the park. Vi could tell he knew where he was going, because he didn’t hesitate before pulling onto a dirt road that ran to the right about a fourth of a mile inside the park. Maybe she hadn’t been the first to proposition Cere on the job. With no ties to him, she found the thought of his sexual exploits arousing. Not soon enough, they were past open fields and surrounded by trees. He pulled up next to one and parked.
“We should have privacy here,” he told her, turning his key in the ignition. “These hiking trails are pretty private.”
She gestured to the windows. “We don’t need much. We’re already steaming up the windows.”
He smiled lazily, took off his work gloves, and reached for her. She came up on her knees and straddled him, too hot for his body to pretend to be ladylike. Her lips came down hard on his, grinding against his mouth as her fingers worked to detach his seat belt. His long fingers reached for her cotton blouse then unbuttoned it. She kept kissing him as he slid both shirt and rose corduroy jacket off her shoulders. They fell to the floor with a soft plop.
She fucked his mouth with her tongue as his fingers next moved under her miniskirt. He tugged at her thong, then ripped apart both side straps. The damp satin teased her clit as he pulled it between her legs backward so her entire crotch from clit to pussy to ass was on fire. She gyrated a
gainst him, then gave up any pretense of control and fumbled for his belt. Her lips slipped to his neck.
Once he had removed her thong, he pulled off his shirts. He wore two layers, an orange short-sleeved safety shirt with a long-sleeved white T-shirt underneath. When she saw his chest, she smiled with delight and ran the tips of her fingers through the dark springy hair.
“Luxurious,” she said, running her tongue over a softly protruding nipple. He exhaled harshly.
His belt was undone now and she undid the button of his pants. The turgid tip of his cock peeped out from his boxer briefs as she undid the zipper.
“Hi there, you darling,” she teased, caressing the tip. The head was thick and hot, engorged with blood. A drop of precum came out of his slit and she lifted the moisture with a fingertip and put it to her mouth, watching his eyes.
His pupils had dilated, leaving his already dark eyes nearly black. He kept his eyes on her as he pushed up from the seat and moved his pants and briefs down his legs.
She looked down, gauging the length of him, then reached for her purse. Her questing fingers found the condoms. She held them up for Cere’s inspection.
“Think they will fit you?” she asked doubtfully. “My ex didn’t need extra-large.”
“We’ll make it work,” he grunted, taking them from her hand and ripping open the first one.
She pushed him down on the seat as he covered his cock with the condom, desperate to ride this big bad dog. Cream melted down the insides of her thighs. When she reached for the button on her miniskirt, he said, “Leave it on.”
She put her hand on his chest instead and leaned over him. “You aren’t going to get much of a view that way.”
“I’ll watch your tits bounce,” he said. “I like breasts. You have nice round handfuls for such a tiny thing.”
“Thank you. I like yours too.” She licked his nipples in turn, eliciting a chuckle, then climbed over his rock-hard thighs. Kneeling above his cock, she found it with her pussy and pushed down.
