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

by L. A. Boruff

“Alright, I’m going to shower and then finish up a few calls so we can get out of here on time.” Pulling away, Eric slips out of bed and I’m entranced by the sight of his tight ass yet again, which always makes me want to take a bite.

  My body feels much more relaxed and sated as I stretch, carefully testing each muscle group, my dancer’s body responding and lengthening from the core. I really need to get back to the gym or install a barre somewhere in the house where I can get back to stretching regularly.

  “Sounds good, you made me work up an appetite. Besides, now I really need that coffee.” I give him a wink before grabbing his t-shirt from the floor and slipping it over my head, drifting toward the kitchen where the intoxicating smell of coffee brewing guides me like a beacon.

  2

  Trying to contain my laughter, I clutch my sides in order to breathe. Grady stands in the kitchen wearing nothing but a pair of silky green boxers and matching crew socks, like a bad Risky Business throwback

  Singing and sliding around the kitchen, he waves a spatula in the air using it as a microphone, flipping a pancake with ease before doing a spin and stopping dead in his tracks when he sees me standing there laughing my ass off.

  My mind takes a moment to admire the beauty that is Grady. As the one who spends the most time out in the field, his frame is more heavily muscled than the other guys. The grizzly bear tattoo over his left pec that merges to a full sleeve has always been a weakness of mine.

  Hooking one thumb in the waistband of his boxers before giving me a salacious grin, he asks, “coffee, tea, or me, gorgeous?” in a serious voice, completely contradicting his current appearance. I can see the pan start to smoke behind him as he continues to stare distractedly at me, completely losing interest in whatever he has on the stove.

  “You might want to get that.” I snicker, gazing worriedly at our overly sensitive smoke detector as he turns to pull the pan off the stove. The pancakes are now the lovely shade of coal. Throwing the pancakes in the garbage before making his way to me, he easily picks me up before setting me on the center island.

  “You ruined breakfast, Katie,” he says accusingly. “What are you gonna do about that? Here I am, making a wholesome meal before our big day, and now it’s ruined because you came downstairs looking freshly fucked and irresistible.” His hands grasp my bare thighs and push them apart, moving to stand between them.

  “If we don’t have enough stuff here maybe we can just grab something on the way to the parade. I’m pretty sure there’s a whole horde of food trucks listed that you guys were eager to try. Wasn’t Rhett raving about one that makes the best hand pies?” Reaching behind me, Grady grabs two handfuls of my ass before pulling me closer to him, chuckling at my attempt to distract him. I love this game we play; he’s always the one who’s quick to make me laugh and lightens my days.

  “Uh uh,” he tsks, giving my mouth a searing kiss before pulling away slightly. “I’m a growing boy, Katie, and I need to eat right now if I’m going to stay big and strong.”

  “Grady, we both know you’re a grown ass man,” I laugh indulgently. “What’s the game this holiday? Who can drive me the craziest again?” For Valentine’s Day, my night was spent half out of my mind as the guys tried to see who could give me the most orgasms. Declan and his delayed gratification won that round hands down. Although, I have to give all of them gold stars for their sheer creativity.

  “You wound me, Katie. Don’t we always make sure to take care of you?” An evil grin lights his face before saying, “No, this holiday we decided to get back at Mr. Grand Marshall and shall we say, distract him from getting alone time with you. It’s only fair since Rhett and I have to go out to the new site next week. We’re determined to steal as much Katie time as we can, sweetheart. And if it’s at Declan’s expense, all the better.”

  This is one of the things I admire most about my men. While they have no problem sharing me, they always make me feel special, as if I’m the center of their world and they crave one on one time as well. But, although they tease and try to cockblock one another occasionally, it’s all in good fun. I never feel pressured by any sense of jealousy. They go out of their way to ensure that I don’t feel like I have to choose or feel guilty for spending time with one over another.

  “I guess I can live with that,” I play along tilting my head consideringly, “although, I’m not giving you guys an unfair advantage. You’ll actually need to work at blocking him. You know how determined that man is. You guys better be creative or nothing will stop him.” I smile, thinking how much I love being the center of Declan’s attention and the way he makes me feel as I’m the only person that matters. “Ok, let’s eat so we can go give him a taste of his own medicine,” I say, suddenly excited to start the day.

  Moving to slide off the counter, the chill of the granite finally sinking into my bare legs and sending a shiver through my body, Grady stops me. He drops his hands heavily on the tops of my thighs.

  “Did you forget that breakfast is ruined, Katie? I’m starving. Luckily, I found something that looks just as delicious to sustain me.” Putting one hand on my chest, he eases me back until I am lying on the counter, the cool granite sinking further through Eric’s thin shirt and chilling my back. Shoving the shirt up to my waist, Grady licks his lips when he sees I’m not wearing any underwear.

  “Was this supposed to be an invitation? Did you have such a good wake up call with Eric that you wanted a second course?” He places one hand on my hip, holding me in place as his other hand cups my pussy. It’s true, I’m already wet for him. I’ve been turned on since I saw him dancing in those emerald boxers. “Has living with four ravenous men made you always ready for us, sweetheart?” Swiping two fingers through my slit, gathering moisture, he raises them to his mouth, slowly licking them clean.

  Back and forth, swirling at my clit, his fingers travel through my folds, again and again, taking his time. Content with teasing me, he carefully avoids dipping his fingers into my core. His hand on my hip drifts down and he uses his thumb and forefinger to spread me completely open for him to see before giving me a devious grin and leaning down to give me a firm lick.

  His tongue lightly trails over the perimeter of my lips, in contrast to the firm lick he started with. Grady likes to take his time, slowly savoring me, while still holding me spread open to him. His hot breath blowing a warm stream of air over my sex makes me shiver in combination with the cool marble against my back.

  “I bet I can make you shake in more ways than one, and not just from the cold,” he quips suddenly rising to meet me head on, one hand following the path that his tongue previously traced.

  Our tongues tangle sensuously as he swoops in for a scorching kiss. I can taste myself on him, only heightening my pleasure, and I let out a long moan of delight before nipping his bottom lip.

  “Enough teasing, bear, I can’t take it anymore,” I beg unashamed as my legs dangle helplessly over the edge of the island before hooking over Grady’s elbows as he spreads me further. The fine hairs on his arms tickle the underside of my thighs, heightening the awareness of our bodies.

  “What’s the magic words, sweetheart?” Grady croons, his fingers now pressing more firmly in my pussy, teasing my entrance, but never fulling giving me what I need.

  “Pretty please, Grady bear, with sweet tea on top?” I beg again. I swear this southern boy has me wrapped around his finger with all his charm and sass. Not that I mind.

  “Well, since you were a belle and asked so nicely.” A sudden, hard kiss lands at the corner of my mouth at the same time he plunges two fingers deep into my core, drawing a guttural moan from my chest.

  His pace is unrelenting, fucking me on his fingers until I’m a writhing mess on the counter and dripping down my thighs. Just as he predicted, I’m shaking once again, trembling on the precipice and begging to take the plunge.

  “That’s it, sweetheart, you look so fucking gorgeous riding my hand.” His face is just above my pussy and I can feel his
hot breath against me as he speaks.

  “I can’t-” I pant out, about to completely lose control but needing just a hint more to push me over the edge.

  “Come for me sweetheart, I’ve got you.” Pressing his mouth to my clit he goes to town, swirling and sucking, slightly scraping with his teeth. My back arches even as my eyes stare transfixed on the lights above, half-focused as he holds me still with one hand, the other still plunging into my pussy, working me through the waves of my orgasm.

  Sighing, my body finally begins to relax as Grady takes his time, thoroughly licking me clean to the point that I’m on the edge of becoming too sensitive before he pulls away. I come down from my sex-induced high with a slightly stupid grin on my face, sprawling bonelessly on the island until Grady reaches for me and gently deposits me back on the floor.

  Stumbling slightly, Grady’s strong arms encircle me as he pulls me into a bear hug. “Now let’s get you fed and properly caffeinated before you turn into a pumpkin. We’ve got a big day ahead of us.”

  As my gaze finally slips around the kitchen, my eyes follow my nose, fixating on the coffee pot just out of my reach.

  “You should have heard Rhett and Declan talking last night, they’re already feeling competitive. I believe bets were being thrown down. I’d be careful if I were you, they might be more devious than me today.” Grady chuckles as he cleans up the mess he created with his first effort at cooking breakfast.

  “I’m sure I can hold my own,” I boast. “After all, I do manage to juggle all of you,” I give him a small hip check before moving towards the coffee pot.

  “Just don’t say I didn’t warn you. It’s your first St. Patty’s Day with us, and these two take their heritage seriously.” He says with a lopsided grin.

  * * *

  Eric finally joins us just as Grady finishes scrambling some eggs and dropping some toast. He looks irresistible in tight jeans and a St. Patty’s themed tee with his dirty blonde hair brushed elegantly to the side, and my fingers already itch to run through his wayward curls and mess it up. It’s definitely hard to focus when I’m around my guys, that’s why when I’m actually trying to get work done I have to stay at the office.

  Giving me a sweet kiss before accepting a plate from Grady, he heads for the coffee pot, frowning my way and shaking his head slightly at the bare remnants I’ve left behind. Giggly at his disgruntled look I quickly finish up before hopping in the shower at the boys urging, knowing that we need to leave in a half hour if we’re going to make it on time.

  The full-length mirror reflects my satisfaction as I quickly put on the special surprise that I got for Rhett and Declan, paying homage to their Irish heritage.

  Heading back downstairs, I see Grady is ready and similarly attired in a St. Patty’s themed shirt and jeans with his signature baseball cap turned backward. Catching their first look at my outfit, they both let out whistles and catcalls that make me feel confident in my choice.

  “You’re playing with fire, sweetheart. I know Rhett is going to appreciate it but Declan is actually going to lose his mind.” Grady says with a laugh as his eyes roam me freely, drinking in my outfit with obvious lust.

  “You’ll be lucky if he doesn’t jump down off that float, flip that skirt up and take you in front of everyone.”

  I’m proud of their reactions because it seems like I hit the mark. I love teasing my guys, but I also want them to know that I’m doing it for them as well. That’s why I chose one of Rhett’s plain white dress shirts, leaving the top two buttons undone and tying the bottom of the shirt in the front around the waist to accentuate my form. The real kicker of the outfit is the skirt I had made with the same pattern as Declan’s tartan. After the events of Valentine’s Day, I decided to even the playing field for this holiday and special ordered it on the sly. Black thigh-high boots are the finishing touch, making me look like an Irish schoolgirl, or an Irish schoolboy’s wet dream, if that was even a thing.

  While it’s bordering on non-professional, I’m not too worried about sticking out in the crowd or drawing unwanted attention. Atlanta is a big city and in comparison to some of the things I’ve seen, my outfit could be considered tame.

  Giving a little spin, I soak up their attention before grabbing my purse and stopping to give both Eric and Grady salacious kisses, as a thank you for our morning together.

  “Don’t think I don’t know that you had her for breakfast already, you guys weren’t that quiet. I had to apologize to a client and make up some excuse for the racket before I closed my office door.” Eric says with a shake of his head as he grabs the keys to his Jeep.

  Grady and I both snicker and bump shoulders, jostling each other in the doorway as we follow Eric. Like the gentleman he is, Grady opens the passenger door for me, letting me ride shotgun. Mama bear would be so proud. With a pleasurable sigh and a click of the buckle, we head to the other corporate suite in Midtown where we’re meeting the rest of our crew outside the staging area. Giving myself a mental high five for a pleasurable morning, I can’t help the smug smile that crosses my face as I murmur, “let the games begin.”

  3

  It’s clear that Declan and Rhett have been here before us as we survey the array of ‘goodies’ left behind for our benefit. On the table is a variety of Irish swag, ranging from practical to downright cheesy. I smile at the hats and a sparkly headband that has bouncing shamrock antennae. There are beads in a wide range of green, silver, and orange, that I’m sure will be fun to throw down to the crowd, as well as a selection of confetti poppers. I see Eric and Grady snickering in the corner and wander over to see what has them so entranced as they poke at something on the corner of the table.

  “What’s so funny?” I ask draping an arm around each of them.

  “Nothing sweetheart, it just looks like Declan decided to leave you a little present,” Grady says, holding up a note and a flat cellophane package. Curious, I take it from his hands.

  I read the note first. It’s terse and concise, just like Declan, saying good morning followed by a request that I wear whatever is in the package. I move the note off the top of the package to find a pair of sparkling shamrock nipple pasties.

  “Surely you didn’t expect to escape this day without any special requests from either of them?” Eric gives me a big grin while Grady wiggles his eyebrows.

  “You know how much they love this holiday, Declan even more so than Rhett. Here, let us help you put them on.” Grady says deviously.

  “Wasn’t this morning enough for both of you?” I say, only slightly serious as I swat his hands away. “Between the four of you, I’m pretty sure your plan is to ruin me today.”

  “We only want to ruin you in the best way,” Eric says, placing a kiss at the corner of my mouth while his hands untie the bottom of Rhett’s dress shirt. Moving on to undo the buttons one at a time, he presses soft kisses to each expanse of warm flesh that’s exposed along the way.

  “What’s this? No bra, Katie?” Grady says with mock severity from just over Eric’s shoulder as my nipples pebble at the sudden rush of chilly air on my breasts.

  “Does that show respect for Rhett’s white dress shirt? You’re looking for trouble,” he continues with a tsk while shaking his head in fake disappointment like a teacher catching his student cheating on a test.

  “Rhett and Declan are going to lose it. Well, maybe moreso Declan since we’re going to do everything in our power to make sure he doesn’t get too lucky today.” Eric chuckles into my skin. The shirt is completely unbuttoned now and my breasts rest heavily in Eric’s palms.

  He swirls the tip of his tongue around my nipple, giving it a hot, open-mouthed kiss, before repeating the action to the other side, then holding out his hand to Grady for the towel he uses to dry my skin. I hear the opening of cellophane before Eric steps back to let Grady near.

  I have to admit, Declan did a good job picking out the pasties. The shamrocks are comprised of shiny emerald sequins with a faint trim around the border. W
hen Grady lifts one from the page, I’m pleased to see that the adhesive is just around the perimeter of the pasties; my nipples may survive the night after all. Although, with Declan, you never know.

  Grady bends his large frame until he’s eye level with my breast, with a look of concentration that fills my heart. It’s still somewhat shocking to realize that the guys all love me, and I love them. Some are more vocal about it than others, but they’re not shy about showing me what’s in their hearts. And I’m always touched by their love and respect for one another. If something is important to one of them, it's important to all of them. They work in a cohesive unit to get the job done. They were a unit long before I came along, and now I feel like I’ve penetrated that inner circle to become one of the team.

  Pressing and holding firmly around the edges until he’s sure it isn’t going anywhere, Grady applies the first pastie. Wordlessly, Eric hands him the second one and Grady applies that one, too before standing back and admiring his handy work. I can only imagine what I look like now, unbuttoned white dress shirt and tartan skirt, perfectly sealed with sparkling shamrocks. I give the boys a wink before fixing my shirt and smoothing my clothes back into place. If I don’t put a stop to this now, I’m going to end up getting railed and missing the parade.

  4

  As we head out to the parade route to find the rest of the guys I'm a bit in awe at the sheer size of this production. Sure DC is known for its splashy public affairs, but I’m not usually on the inside. Since I started working for TransTravel I’ve become used to things on a larger scale. Coming from a much smaller, boutique architectural firm, I was used to high profile clients. But being a Fortune 500 company means TransTravel is a leader in the transportation and distribution industry. And working, not to mention sleeping, with the CEO and several other big players in the company means I’m suddenly seeing operations from the penthouse suite.