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

by L. A. Boruff

  Since when do people travel to Brooklyn for a pub crawl!?

  But that’s exactly what I’ve got to thank the influx of customers on. Apparently, someone advertised our bar on some pub crawl website or what-the-fuck-ever. I’d bet my right nut that it was Olivia. She’s only a few years younger than me and Kelan, but you’d think she’s still in her fucking teens with how much she’s on social media.

  I’m suddenly drowning in drinks as Kelan and Addison get swallowed up by the crowd. Their table is barely visible no matter how many times I try to sneak a peek between making all of our signature drinks.

  Kelan’s break is nearly over when Addison’s redhead makes its way through the tables. After a few seconds, Kelan’s huge frame stands from their table and follows her through the back hallway leading toward the bathrooms and our office. My jaw clenches as my mind wanders to all the reasons why he would have followed behind her. And my brain goes damn near thermonuclear when he saunters back out almost twenty later. Alone.

  The bar is finally settled—still full—but settled. Everybody happily enjoying their drinks as they listen to whatever random radio station my sister has playing over the speakers. Kelan strolls behind the bar with an annoyingly satisfied look on his face. I swear if we weren’t working, I might’ve made a scene for that alone. Hell, I might still do it just because.

  “What the hell do you look so happy for?”

  Kelan lifts a brow as he ties his apron back around his waist. Olivia chuckles from the other side of the bar, waiting for her drink orders.

  “Him, happy?” Her laughter draws the looks of some of the patrons before they go back to their drinks. “The only time I’ve seen him look genuinely happy in this place is closing time.”

  “Which is still hours off,” Kelan grunts out.

  I roll my eyes at the two of them and place Olivia’s last drink on her tray, shooing her off. She sticks her tongue out at me in that annoying little sister way before heading out onto the floor.

  She may not think so, but I know Kelan. His usual scowl isn’t as firm as it usually is, and his body is less tense. His eyes have a weird shine to them and his hair is all over the place as if he’s been running...his hands...through—

  “Kelan,” I growl. “Where the hell is Addison?”

  “In the office,” he answers without meeting my eyes. He finishes making a drink and passes it to the customer in front of him, picking up the twenty the guy placed on the bar and moving over to the register.

  I’m barely able to hold in the growl that wants to escape my chest as he hands back the change and finally turns to face me.

  “Why is she in the office?”

  He shrugs as if it’s no big deal, wiping his hands on his apron. “Public bathrooms were busy. I let her use ours. No big deal.”

  Bullshit!

  Absolute, utter bullshit. As if I don’t know what goes on in our office. This wouldn’t be the first time we’ve taken a woman back there to have a little fun. And I’m sure with Addison in the mix, it’d be a helluva lot more than a little.

  “It took that long for her to use her bathroom?” I ask, barely able to restrain the anger in my voice.

  I know it makes me sound like a petulant child, but I saw her first, dammit!

  Kelan releases a deep breath and looks around the bar before grabbing my arms and pulling me closer to the back wall filled with shelves of bottles.

  His voice is low and gruff when he says, “Look, why don’t you ask me what you really want to know so we can put this behind us and finish out the night with no drama.”

  “Did you fuck her?” I ask bluntly.

  He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. “No. Is that all?”

  “No,” I all but growl. “What the hell took you so long if you didn’t fuck her? And why the hell is she still back there?”

  “We were having a conversation that had...surprising developments.”

  “Surprising, how?” I ask with narrowed eyes.

  “You don’t want to know.”

  “Yeah, I do.”

  His blue eyes narrow before his lips tilt into a cocky smirk. I don’t like where this is going.

  “Fine,” Kelan says. “Surprising as my fingers up her cunt, my tongue down her throat, and then her sweet little lips wrapped around my cock.”

  “What?” I seethe.

  “Calm the hell down.” He lowers his arms to his sides. “It’s not what you think.”

  “How the hell can her mouth on your cock be anything but what is sounds like?”

  I’m pissed. How the hell can he do this to me? Sure, we’ve shared our fair share of women, but they’re always willing and it’s a mutual agreement. Not only did he steal her right from under me, but he didn’t even give me a chance to put my damn hat in the ring. Nor did we talk about it. Complete violation of guy code! But more importantly, a violation of our brother code!

  “Calm down, Dom,” Kelan grunts. “I know that look on your face, and despite what you’re probably thinking, I didn’t steal her from you.”

  “Your cock was in her mouth,” I say slowly, making sure he catches each of the words I’m pissed over.

  Kelan releases a deep sigh and runs a hand through his hair. “Yeah, it was. After she asked if we’d ever had a threesome.”

  His words stop my anger cold, and what I’m sure is a confused look pulls across my face as my eyebrows furrow. “What?”

  “Little Miss Addison isn’t so innocent,” he says with another smirk.

  “Obviously,” I huff. “She had your dick in her mouth.”

  “Let it go, Dom.” He shakes his head. “If you’re lucky, you’ll have your dick in any one of her holes by the end of the night.”

  Now I’m completely confused. And the look on my face must say so.

  “She’s a freak, Dom,” he tells me. “One who just got out of a piss poor excuse for a relationship if the ending is anything to go by. Who’d like to forget her troubles by sliding between two willing, virile men. If you’re up for it.”

  I go quiet for a moment, completely stunned by what he’s just said. He can’t be serious. Tiny, control-obsessed Addison? Then again if Kelan’s to be believed, she had his cock in her mouth not too long ago. And she still wants more? She wants me?

  “Are you fucking with me right now?”

  His expression blanks as he raises an eyebrow. Do I look like I’m fucking with you? Is what his expression says, but I need his words. This can’t be serious. It’s too fucking perfect to be real.

  “Hey, asshats!” Olivia’s voice breaks our staring contest. She’s wedged between two customers on the end of the bar who don’t look like they mind her being there one bit. My overprotective brother instincts kick in, prompting a growl to rumble out of me. The guys lean away from Liv and she rolls her eyes at me. “You guys wanna start doing your jobs instead of whispering in the corner like a couple of teenagers?”

  “You’re one to talk about someone behaving like a teenager,” I comment.

  “Whatever,” she murmurs. “Just do your damn jobs. I need drinks.”

  The next hour behind the bar flies by. With Kelan by my side making drinks, it’s a lot less chaotic, and soon, the number of patrons start to dwindle. Addison never comes back into the main bar, so I send Oliva back a few times to check on her. Each time she comes out smiling larger than the damn Cheshire cat, but won’t tell me anything as she grabs one bottled water after another.

  From the grin on her face as she walks across the bar, I’d say now is another one of those times.

  “Your girl wants another beer,” she says without preamble.

  “She’s not my girl,” I tell her. Yet. I can’t even fight the smile that pulls its way onto my lips. The more I thought about what Kelan said earlier, the more it made sense. After all, she did introduce herself as a sexual deviant. At the time I thought she was only joking, trying to get me to leave her alone or something. But she’s already given my best friend a
blowjob after knowing him for barely a half hour. I can only imagine the things she’d be willing to do given more time.

  I finish her glass and put it off to the side instead of giving it to Olivia like I have with the others. My sister raises a dark brow at me as I take off my apron and pick the glass back up.

  “I’ll bring it to her.”

  “Not your girl, my ass,” she mumbles.

  Ignoring her, I tell Kelan I’m taking my break as I move from behind the bar and across the room. His knowing smirk in my peripheral follows me down the hallway to our shared office. I knock twice before opening the door without waiting for a response and walk into an empty room. I close the door behind me and hit the lock as I hear water running in the adjoining bathroom.

  Her jacket and bag are strewn over the small couch we have off to the side of the room. Olivia must’ve brought them in on her first trip. Shit, why didn’t I tell her to do that?

  Placing her drink on the desk, I take a seat in my chair behind the desk and wait for her to emerge. She doesn’t make me wait long. In a few moments she’s coming out the bathroom, her head down as she messes with the wild ponytail she’s thrown her hair into. What I wouldn’t give to sink my hand into those curls while I’m plowing into her from behind.

  “You didn’t have to wait for me,” Addison says without looking up. “You know the price of my stories.”

  “And what price would that be?”

  My voice shocks her into jerking her head up. Her light green eyes widen, now behind a pair of square framed glasses. That weird graphic shirt she had on earlier is now gone, a thick strapped tank top in its place, tight against her breasts. My cock immediately hardens in my pants.

  “Wouldn’t you like to know,” she quips, recovering quickly. “What are you doing here?”

  “Brought your drink.” I push it closer toward her.

  Addison crosses her arms under her breasts and looks between me and the drink before settling her gaze on me. “Thanks. Now, what do you want?”

  “Just to talk.”

  “Somehow I doubt that.” She walks around the desk and sits on the edge, her hip right next to her glass. “What do you want, Dominick?”

  The way my name rolls off her tongue has me wishing for her to say it in a different context. Like with her bent over the desk. My name barely discernible through her shaky moans. Damn, I need to have her under me.

  I rotate my chair to face her full on and open my legs, giving my aching cock some much-needed space. Her gaze moves down my body and settles on the thick length in my pants. It jumps under her undivided attention, causing her breath to hitch. Addison bites on her lower lip and I can’t fucking take it anymore.

  “So Kelan told me an interesting story.”

  Her gaze drifts back to mine as she rests her hands behind her on the desk, pushing out her ample breasts. “Oh?”

  “Mhm.” I nod. “Something about questions of a threesome?”

  She smirks. “And here I thought you’d bring up his cock in my mouth.”

  I don’t know why hearing such dirty words come from such an innocent looking girl is such a turn on, but fuck me, it is. Shifting in my seat to try and relieve some pressure, I say, “Not his cock I’m worried about at the moment.”

  “Ah.” She nods. “So that’s why you’re here. You want to get your dick wet.”

  “That’s not exactly why I came back here, but I wouldn’t be against it.”

  Her smirk now turns into a full-blown smile, and damn does it steal all the air in my lungs. “You jealous your best friend had me first?”

  A wry laugh breaks out of me without my permission. “I was. At first. He calmed me down with my favorite word.”

  “Threesome?” she guesses.

  “Bingo, baby.”

  “And you just got a little too impatient.”

  “Not exactly.” She raises a brow at this, silently telling me to continue. “I wanted to make sure this was actually something you wanted before it went any further.”

  “A playboy with a conscience.” She gives me a sad smile. “Yeah, Dominick. I want it. In fact, it was my idea. I’m pretty sure Kelan would’ve kept me all to himself if I hadn’t brought it up. But I’m not one to come between friends. Well, not in any detrimental way, if ya catch my drift.”

  She winks at me. She actually fucking winks at me. This girl is a serious mess of contradictions that I can’t wait to unravel. But first, I need in her. Let’s see if that’s something she wants.

  “Fair enough.” I smile. “So what else do you want?”

  “You’re the one who’s back here instead of running your bar. I’d say it’s you who wants something.”

  Yeah, you bent over my desk.

  Her brow raises as a smirk crosses her bow lips. She lifts her glass and takes a sip before moving it away from her. Then she does the most miraculous thing imaginable. She turns around and bends over my desk, her forearms resting on the dark wood as she looks over her shoulder at me.

  “Anything else?” she asks, doing a small wiggle to shake her ass in my face.

  What the fuck?

  That cocky smirk is still firmly planted on her lips, just begging me to wipe it off.

  “Earth to Dominick,” she sing-songs.

  “I said that out loud?” My voice has gone husky in my lust, but I can’t find it in me to give a damn.

  “Sure did,” she murmurs a sultry whisper that shoots straight to my dick. “Now, what’s next?”

  It’s like an out of body experience as I stand from the chair and move behind her. Her small hips fit perfectly in my hands as she pushes her ass back to meet my aching cock. Damn these clothes.

  “Mhmm,” she moans. “Seems you and Kelan aren’t so different after all.”

  I take a step forward, pushing her up against the desk as I lean over her. My hands are a vise on her hips keeping her anchored to me, but the only sounds she makes are those of pleasure and acceptance. I take her ear in my mouth and nibble the lobe, causing a full body shiver to wrack her petite frame.

  “You really want to talk about Kelan right now?”

  She wiggles back into me. “Well, are you just going to poke me, or do something with it? Last I checked, sex couldn’t happen with clothes in the way.”

  Damn this girl. If I didn’t want to sink into her cunt so bad, I’d be tempted to stick my cock down her throat. Have those pretty fucking lips do something better than sass me.

  With a muffled groan, I press into her, my hands sliding around her body to undo the clasp of her jeans. She presses back into me to give my hands room to maneuver in front of the desk. Her head turns to lock eyes with mine, biting down on her lip as I pull the zipper on her jeans down.

  She arches her back as my hand dives into her panties. I’m only slightly surprised when I slip my finger through her folds and find her wet. Not drenched the way I’d like, but I’ll get her there.

  Placing soft kisses across her exposed neck, I swirl my finger in her heat and drag it up to her clit. Her eyes close as a moan drops out of her, her head falling forward, still dragging that damn lip between her teeth.

  I circle her clit slowly while I move my other hand under her shirt, her skin smooth as fucking silk. She arches into me on a moan as I press down on her clit and make my way under her bra. Her tits are fucking perfect. Not too small, they’re just big enough to fill my hands.

  Twisting her erect nipple between my fingers, I move over her clit, loving every sound and movement she makes as she races for her orgasm. Her small, firm ass keeps pushing back on my dick and it’s only a matter of time before our clothes are no longer acting as a barrier. It’s already taking everything in me not to rip her jeans down her shapely little legs right now.

  “Dom—” my name gets cut off as she surges up off the desk, her breath catching in her throat. Her head falls back on my shoulder as her hands go to cup mine over her clothes, squeezing my hands tight as I flick her clit faster.

  �
�You like that?” I whisper in her ear, right before I nibble the top.

  She moans freely as she rubs her ass back and forth on my dick, almost messing up the rhythm I have on her clit. Oh yeah, she likes that.

  “I need to cum,” she gasps. “Make me cum. Please.”

  That sultry plea ends on a moan that makes my balls tingle. Shit, this girl is going to be the death of me. But who am I to say no to a request like that?

  “As you wish, baby girl.”

  Her back bows as I pinch her nipple, her hand over mine squeezing her supple breast as her mouth falls open on a silent moan. I circle faster on her clit, not caring about the ache in my wrist as I flick furiously over her tight little nub.

  “Ah!” Her hand leaves mine over her jeans to grab her neglected breast while I suck on the smooth skin of her neck. Sweet Jesus, she tastes like honey. The veins in her hands start to stand out as her grip on her breasts gets tighter. “So close. So—Ah!”

  I press down on her clit hard, just as I bite that sweet spot on her neck and twist her nipple just so. She’s convulsing with her orgasm, and it takes everything in me to hold my position while she rides it out. Her moans are musical as she rocks into my hand and grabs the back of my head. Her kiss catches me by surprise, but it doesn’t take me long to respond. Our lips and tongues tangle together as if they were made for each other, and I don’t usually think romantic shit like this, but damn. This girl has my head all kinds of twisted.

  Addison pulls back slowly, leaving her hand to tangle in the short strands at the back of my head. Her bright green eyes pierce mine as her tongue darts out to lick my top lip before escaping. My lips twitch into a half smile.

  “You like licking things?”

  “Mhm.” She nods, a small smile gracing her lips. “Don’t you?”

  “You bet.” I dart in to lick the tip of her nose, causing the cutest little giggle to erupt from her.

  When she gets her breath back, she says, “Not what I thought you were going to do, but I like it.”

  “Mmm, well if you liked that, then you’ll like this even more.” I move both hands to the top of her jeans and push them down to the floor. “We’re not done yet.”