Lucky Between the Sheets: An Anthology of Stories that Get to the Point

by L. A. Boruff

  I roll my eyes and take the shot. “So unoriginal.” I wait for him to take his before answering. “My name’s Addison, by the way. I’ll let you have that for free. And I was drinking alone because my now ex-boyfriend is a stupid douchebag who cheated on me in his apartment to which I have the key.”

  “Shit.”

  “Yup.” I tap my glass twice and he refills us both. “My turn. Why were you in the back for so long?”

  “You were watching me?” The arrogant smirk that crosses his face is almost adorable. Ya know, if his arm muscles weren’t the size of my thigh.

  “You’re rather large and hard to miss, but it’s not your turn to ask a question.”

  “But were you?”

  “Answer the question, or I’ll ask a different one.”

  His smirk lessens, but it doesn’t disappear completely. I can tell he likes pushing my buttons, but he’s going to see how unwise that decision can be.

  “Alright.” He nods. “The sorority girls asked me to go look for their friend. She wasn’t in the bathroom, but I wound up finding her on her knees in mine and Dom’s office giving our busboy a blowjob.”

  If he thinks his crass words are going to offend me, he should think again. I’m the only one in my generation who has been to Ireland. My cousins tell me we invented crass.

  My right brow raises on its own accord, and I hate the shit-eating grin he gets because of it. Ok, I might like it a bit, but he’ll never know that.

  “What’s the brow for now, sweetness?”

  I turn my head and locate the busboy in question. He’s alright looking. Smooth caramel skin, tall, curly brown hair. A bit too skinny for me though.

  Looking back at Kelan, I shrug. “It was more for your busboy getting head on the clock than for anything you said.”

  “So you believe me?”

  “Why wouldn’t I? You have no reason to lie to me, and those girls seem the type to give random blowjobs.”

  “Are you?”

  “The type to give random blowjobs?”

  “Mhm.”

  A slow smile creeps across my face as I pick up my glass and toss back my shot. Kelan follows right behind me before he refills the glasses. My smile grows as I finally start to feel the alcohol, my body gets warm and tingly. I surprise us both as I answer, “Only if you’ve earned it.”

  His eyes widen as he leans back in his seat. “So wait—”

  “Ah, ah, ah,” I sing-song, leaning forward while I take off my jacket. “Not your turn.”

  He pinches his lips so tightly together it looks like it hurts. I think I’d rather be the one pinching his lips shut. Or rather, keeping them otherwise occupied. His bottom lip is positively biteable.

  “Hmm,” I muse aloud.

  I wonder…

  He adopts a neutral expression as he copies my relaxed pose on the table. “What’s going on in that head of yours, sweetness?”

  “Nothing really,” I murmur. My hand goes up to tug on my earlobe. “It’s probably a stupid question anyway.”

  “You won’t know unless you ask it.”

  “It’s really not important. Just a thought I had.”

  “Well, now I really want to know.”

  My gaze roves over his large frame before moving over to Dominick who’s still behind the bar. My bottom lip finds its way between my teeth as my nails pinch into the skin of my ear.

  “Mhm, just curious,” I bring my eyes back to him. “If you and Dominick have ever had a woman between you.”

  Kelan’s jaw drops so fast you’d think I’d offered him a free all-you-can-eat-buffet. A small laugh tumbles out of me as his eyes heat. His thick tongue peeks out to wet his lips as his eyes shift to pools of black, leaving only a small ring of blue left.

  He leans forward as his eyes bore into mine. “Are you offering?”

  “Only if you’re good,” I whisper.

  Twin pools of black drill into me as my bladder finally decides to make an appearance.

  Perfect timing.

  I squeeze my thighs together as I stand from my chair. “Be right back.” I can feel Kelan’s eyes on me as I make my way to the only hallway in the bar and wait outside of the locked bathroom door. Only a few seconds pass by before I feel a hulking presence behind me. I don’t even have to turn to know who it is.

  Kelan’s large hand engulfs mine, sending tingles up my arm, as he pulls me away from the door and further down the hall. We stop at a door on the right, and I follow him into the dimly lit room.

  “There’s a private bathroom in the corner.” His voice is huskier than it was at the table, and his muscles seem larger in the confined space.

  I wonder what they would feel like wrapped around me. A new determination to find out as soon as possible fills me, and I follow his direction to the private bathroom. There’s not much inside, just a toilet and a sink, but that’s all I need to relieve my bladder.

  Finishing my business quickly, I wash my hands and leave the room. Kelan’s sitting in a leather rolling chair behind the desk when I emerge. He doesn’t look like he’s in any hurry to get back out to the bar, his eyes trailing down my body with heat.

  Deciding to get some insight into the men trying to barge their way into my life, I take a walk around the room. There’s a couch against the far wall and another door behind the one we used to come in here. A framed picture on the wall by the door of a younger Dominick and Kelan catches my attention. The waitress I saw earlier stands between them. They’ve got their arms around each other as they stand outside of Unlucky Shots, big smiles on their faces. On either side of the photo are Kelan’s and Dominick’s degrees, along with what I hope is just a copy of the deed to the building.

  “So this is your office?”

  He murmurs a low sound of agreement as the leather squeaks, announcing his departure from the chair. My hand skims the frame as I look closer at the girl in the picture. She’s a bit younger than the two males, her dark hair and facial features similar to Dominick. Thin lips, wide eyes, thick brows. They were speaking earlier when I first entered the bar and the resemblance was striking. She must be his little sister.

  Kelan’s footsteps sound out across the hardwood floor as I examine his degree.

  The Board of Trustees of New York University, upon the recommendation of the faculty, has conferred upon Kelan Morgan the degree of Bachelor of Science Business Management.

  “You went to NYU?”

  His hands fit perfectly in the curve of my waist as he stops behind me. “Is that really what you want to talk about right now?”

  I look over my shoulder and tilt my head up, locking eyes with the large man behind me. “Not really.”

  Kelan closes the distance between us, leaning down to plant his lips on mine. They’re just as soft as I thought they’d be. I turn my body to deepen the kiss, lifting up on my toes as I press into him, my arms winding around his neck. He reciprocates, pulling me in closer as our lips dance over each other. Tingles shoot through me as my body heats from his kisses.

  Sooner than expected, our kisses become fevered. Kelan’s hands tighten on my hips as he nips at my bottom lip. My hands dive into his silky blond hair. His hands move down to my thighs and lift me, pinning me against the door chest to chest. My legs lock around his waist automatically.

  I moan as his tongue pries my lips apart, delving into my mouth to tangle with mine. His hands grip my ass as I grind into him. He’s not where I want him to be, but his belt buckle is just hard enough to work in its place.

  Kelan suddenly moves to place me back on my feet. Because of the height difference, it breaks the kiss.

  Damn my shortness.

  I’m about to complain when one of his hands goes to the clasp on my jeans while the other circles my hip to grip my ass. I arch into him as I get back on my tiptoes, using my hands in his hair to pull him back down to me. Our lips lock as he gets my pants undone.

  Not to be outdone, I trail one hand down his chest, over his jeans, and grip the
hard length positioned off to the side. He groans into my mouth and slips his hand down the front of my jeans. His thick finger finds the slick heat of my center easily, drawing out a moan.

  His soft lips trail kisses across my cheek to my neck as I work to unbuckle his belt one-handed.

  “Is this all for me?” His husky voice sends shivers down my body. I arch into him as his finger swirls through my slick folds. His teeth bite down on that sensitive spot by my ear and I moan. “Hmm?” he continues. “Or were you thinking of being between me and Dom?”

  My breath catches as I fumble with his pants, but I finally get them open. Just as I reach in to grab him, he parts my lips and plunges deep into my channel. My head drops back against the door as my mouth drops open on a moan.

  His thumb works at my clit as he toys with me, nibbling on my neck. “You didn’t answer me.”

  A growl rips through me as I pull his pants down low enough for his hard length to spring out. His thick cock just fits in my grip as I give him a long stroke. He groans into my neck on another bite as I arch into his hand.

  “That’s how you’re going to play this?” He licks a long line from my collarbone up to my ear that leaves me panting.

  “Who’s playing?” I use my hand in his hair to pull his mouth back to mine. It’s a clash of lips and tongues, a savage dance as I tighten my grip and stroke his length.

  God, I wish I could see him. He’s so thick, so long. I know he’d split me open much harder than his finger in my cunt.

  “So tight,” he groans between kisses. He pumps his finger harder before adding another. “I’m not a small guy, sweetness. We’re gonna have to work you up if you want me in you.”

  “Don’t care,” I gasp, nipping on his bottom lip. “I always get what I want.”

  “And want do you want?”

  “Right now? I want you to shut up and make me cum.”

  A sinister smile crosses his lips before he attacks my mouth without care. Yes! This is what I need. His fingers plunge into me continuously while his thumb circles my clit, driving me higher with each pass. Our tongues dance to a fierce melody that only we can hear while I stroke him long and hard. I won’t be the only one cumming tonight.

  If I weren’t drunk on the sex god before me, I might be worried about someone hearing us. As it is, I couldn’t care less. Let them hear. However, our feral kisses muffle my breathy moans and his wild grunts. Every tortured sound from his lips is music to my ears.

  I have to break our kiss as I lose my breath. So close. I buck into his hand as I pull his head to my neck. He doesn’t disappoint as he goes to town, sucking and biting on the soft skin below my ear.

  “Ah,” I cry out into the room. My strokes lose their rhythm as I fight him for my orgasm. “Yes, right there.” My hand freezes on his cock as his fingers hit that spot and his thumb pushes down on my clit. “Kelan.”

  Stars burst behind my closed eyes. My body shakes as he continues to thrust, drawing out my orgasm. My breath leaves me in short open mouth pants as I can’t decide whether to pull away from him or tell him to keep going.

  I’ve never had an orgasm this powerful. Not even the ones I’ve given myself.

  Kelan slowly lets me come back down as my breathing returns to normal. I lower my feet back to the ground as he pulls his hand out of my pants. My eyelids feel like they have weight bags attached to them as I drag them open. Kelan has a self-satisfied smirk on his face as he takes a step back.

  My hand leaves his cock but quickly grips onto the edge of his pants before he can get too far.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” He cocks a brow as his smirk drops. “It’s my turn.”

  Not leaving any time for analysis, I take his shaft in hand and drop to my knees. He’s still a bit higher than my mouth, but I don’t mind putting in the extra work.

  “Whaaa— Ahh.” His words are lost as my tongue glides through the precum glistening at his tip. I circle my tongue around the head before locking eyes with him, closing my lips around him. “Holy. Fuck.”

  I break eye contact as I continue to swirl my tongue around his head. My hand is a tight fist giving him steady strokes as I pay extra attention to the tip. He’s too big for me to try and go down all the way right now, I know my limitations. But later… that’s another story.

  I bring my hand up to caress his balls while I jerk him off and make love to his head with my mouth. The soft swollen tip is just the perfect size to wrap my tongue around.

  “What the— Shit.” His whispered exclamations only push me to go harder. I want him to lose control. I add a slight twist to my upward stroke as I take him a bit further into my mouth. “Holy fuck. Addison.”

  I smile around his cock as I continue to bob on the tip, hollowing out my cheeks to increase the pressure. I really want to get his balls in my mouth, but I’ll save that for later. Can’t give him all my tricks on the first go.

  His hand drops from the wall to comb through my hair. He gets a good grip as he reaches the back of my head. I moan around his shaft. “Fuck, Addison. You can’t do that, sweetness.”

  Oh, can’t I?

  I’m dripping into my panties as I moan around him again. This time he joins me, much louder than the last time. He jolts, thrusting into my mouth uncontrollably.

  Yes. That’s it. Lose control.

  “Fuck, Addy. You’re good at that. God, I’ve never been this close this fast.”

  I moan again at his words. Yes. I want that, I need that.

  “Shit, girl.” His hand tightens as he thrusts again. Yes! That precious burn in my scalp only spurs me on. I let my canines lightly scrape against his steel shaft as I twist again and put a bit of pressure on his balls.

  His fist yanks my hair as he jerks, thrusting his cock in my mouth as far as it can go. I relax my throat as his orgasm overtakes him unexpectedly, and swallow every drop that shoots from his shaft. A low groan leaves him as I continue to caress his balls, tongue the underside of his shaft, and swallow his load. He tastes perfect. It has just the right amount of saltiness and male musk.

  When his last spurt dies off, I pull my mouth off of him slowly, making sure to get every stray drop. There’s no reason for him to be put away sticky when I can clean him up.

  He continues to moan as I clean his slowly softening cock before tucking him back in his boxers and doing up his pants. I raise my eyes coyly as I rest on the floor, waiting for him to say something. His eyes are closed, one hand still in my hair, the other bracing himself on the wall.

  How could this man be so intoxicatingly perfect? Would Dominick be the same if I chose to give myself to him? Would Kelan still be the same if Dominick were involved?

  “Kelan?”

  His eyes pop open as his hands leave their places, only to lift me up from the floor. His mouth crashes into mine in a searing kiss that leaves me breathless. All of those thoughts and more that went through my head as I sat there on the floor, and flew right out the window as soon as he laid his lips on mine. Was it possible to fall in love from just a kiss? None of my past lovers ever kissed me after head, even boyfriends like Scott thought it was gross. Which was usually why I never swallowed, but something about Kelan is different, and he proves it with his kiss. His tongue sweeps into my mouth and pillages every crevice, the same way he did before I dropped to my knees.

  Kelan pulls back a few moments later, his breathing just as heavy as mine is. His eyes are back to their beautiful ice blue, and it makes me wonder if my eyes changed as well during our hookup. Silence permeates the air as we catch our breath. I’m perfectly content to just bask in the afterglow of our coupling. My forehead rests on his chest, my hands over the rapid beat of his heart, his arms around my shoulders, keeping me close.

  A few moments later, he speaks. “You’re coming home with me tonight. I need to have you in my bed.”

  I love that idea. I’m all for that idea. But… “What about Dominick?”

  “Is him being included a make or break dea
l for you?”

  “Not really.” I shake my head, our noses bumping together in the process. He smiles. “I just don’t think it’s fair since you stole me from him, and all.”

  “All’s fair in love and war, sweetness.”

  I feel my brow twitch but don’t give myself away even as he laughs.

  “Are we at war, Kelan?”

  He stares at me silently for a few moments before he whispers, “I sure hope not, sweetness.” He places a tender kiss on my brow before taking a step back. “Stay here, make yourself comfortable. I’ll go talk to Dominick.”

  Kelan waits for me to step away from the door to move around me and leave the room. I call out to him right before the door closes.

  “Hey, Kelan? Bring the bottle on your way back. We weren’t through with our game.”

  5

  Dominick

  She’s a witch. She has to be. There’s no other explanation for the way things are turning out tonight. I’ve never been more enamored with someone in such a short period of time. And the bar has never been so fucking busy after one person's departure. It’s like Kelan taking her away placed a hex on the bar.

  And I don’t even believe in all of that voodoo bullshit!

  But don’t piss on my head and tell me it’s raining. Bottom line, the moment Addison walked away from the bar, Unlucky Shots got swamped.

  With Kelan ditching me to cozy up to Addison, I’ve got to man the entire bar myself. Meanwhile, Olivia’s running drinks like a chicken with her head cut off and Ethan’s no better. Why the fuck didn’t I call more people in today? It’s one of the few advertised drinking holidays, and I’ve only got three people working with me.

  If I’m being honest, I know why I didn’t call in more people. Unlucky Shots has only been open a few years, and we’ve never had this kind of turnout on St. Patrick’s Day. New Year's Eve, definitely. Valentine’s Day, of course. But New Yorkers usually stick to the well known Irish bars for pub crawls on this day. Either those or any open bar they come across with a happy hour between 14th and 42nd Street.