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

by L. A. Boruff

  I admit I was a bit bemused when I heard that TransTravel was sponsoring the annual St. Patty’s Day parade here in Atlanta. Knowing Declan the way I do now, it’s a bit out of character for him to want to be quite so public with his persona. Although if there's one thing I've come to recognize, he does believe in being a good steward of the community.

  Learning that Rhett was being honored this year for his work in the community was much less of a stretch. One of the things that I’ve come to appreciate most about him is his selflessness and sense of responsibility towards helping people who can’t help themselves. His work with children particularly melts my heart. Just watching him interact with them is truly a sight to behold. It's like he understands them on some elemental level that has become foreign to most adults - and they trust him implicitly to keep their secrets.

  Going Places, the foundation that my guys started several years ago, helps keep kids off the streets by creating safe places for them to interact and socialize. The monthly outings that they arrange to keep the kids engaged also forces the rest of the community to participate as they take them to public places like museums, sporting events, even bowling, and movies. I’ve seen firsthand how much the kids love and appreciate the volunteers, and how much they light up when my guys manage to get to the events and spend time with them one on one. That’s why I wasn’t even remotely surprised to hear Declan say that if he was going to have to ride “on a damn parade float, then the rest of us could damn well get our asses on there, too.”

  Which brings us to the monstrosity standing before me in the staging area. Not only did Declan decide that Grady, Eric and I needed to be part of this production with him and Rhett, he demanded that we make room to tote at least thirty kids along with us. Since TransTravel’s distribution network relies heavily on railroads, the parade float is designed to look like a train engine from the front where Declan, Rhett and I will stand to wave to the crowd from the railing. Behind us, a rainbow arcs vertically behind our heads to land in a pot of gold on the back side of the float where Eric, Grady, Grady’s mom (who we affectionately refer to as Mama Bear), and a few other adult volunteers from the foundation are busy finding spaces for all of the kids.

  The float has a large banner declaring it the ‘Rainbow Express’ - with the tagline, We're Going Places, and all of the kids wear white t-shirts with green four-leaf clovers that say Lucky Charms. Each of the boys’ hair has been spray painted with green clover stencils, and the girls all have green clip-in hair extensions and headbands with the green shamrock antennae. They look absolutely adorable, the youngest ones dancing and twirling in anticipation as the older kids try to look cool like this isn’t the most exciting day of their young lives.

  As Grady and Eric try to get the kids moving up the steps to take their positions on the float, Lucy, one of our youngest members slips past them, making a beeline in Declan’s direction. Flinging herself into Declan’s arms, she declares, “I saved you ears, Mr. Declan,” while handing him one of the green headbands with the clover antennae.

  I barely suppress my grin as I see Declan try to hide his dismay while thanking her solemnly and placing the headband on his head. Nudging Eric, Grady gestures over his shoulder toward Declan before turning quickly in the other direction. By the shaking of his shoulders, I can tell he’s the one that deliberately gave Lucy the headband to give Declan, knowing that Declan wouldn’t be able to refuse the gift. Winking at Eric, I take pity on Declan before leaning over and giving Lucy a hug.

  “What a generous gift, Sweetheart,” I say while brushing my hand down her head and tugging a pigtail. “But I was really hoping to get a headband for me. Do you mind if I ask Mr. Declan to share?”

  Shrugging bashfully, she runs back to Grady who gives her a high five. I watch the relief flood Declan’s face as he turns to me, quickly taking the headband from his head and placing it gently on my own, massaging my nape. They all know that my neck is my weakness, as erogenous zones go, and I can't help but instantly start to go limp when hands stroke anywhere near my neck, ears, and nape. Rhett has teasingly started calling me Kitty instead of Katie due to my propensities.

  Gazing down at my red tartan skirt which matches his vest and tie, he flicks my nose before whispering, “Thank you, Katelyn. For that, you will be rewarded.”

  A slight shiver goes down my spine as he hooks his elbow in mine and pulls me to the front of the float where Rhett patiently waits. His auburn hair is swept back from his face and his strong legs encased in tight black jeans make my mouth water.

  Where Declan is all dark, stern sexiness, Rhett is my handsome boy next door in tight jeans and an orange and green Kiss Me I'm Irish t-shirt. Declan thought he should wear something more dignified since he was being honored, but Rhett just laughed and said this day was about the kids, and he didn’t want them to feel uncomfortable. Consequently, Eric and Grady used the same excuse to wear jeans and t-shirts that say Feeling Lucky?

  Raising my hand, I sweep it through Rhett’s hair and down the side of his face before he catches my hand in his and raises it to his lips. Glancing down at my tartan skirt, white shirt, and thigh-high boots, I see his eyes zero in on my breasts, a wicked light dancing like a candle in the wind. I can tell he’s wondering if I'm wearing the shamrock pasties.

  Grinning conspiratorially, I whisper, “What are you looking at, Irish?”

  He slaps my ass lightly, and I give a small yelp as Declan steps up beside me. A whistle blows, signaling the procession of the floats from the staging area to the beginning of the parade route where it starts on Peachtree, before winding its leisurely way through Midtown toward the final grandstands near the High Museum of Art.

  The sounds of midtown Atlanta fill my ears. The sidewalks are lined with people and vendors all ready to celebrate the holiday. That’s one thing I’ve come to love about this city. It’s such a great blend of people and there is always something going on. It’s crazy and colorful, with banners and streamers draping from street lights and spanning the crosswalks. Street vendors offer balloons, whistles, and the standard tourist fare. I’m sure Grady’s sister and nieces are ensconced in the special seats we reserved for them in the grandstands so they have a front-row view of the proceedings. The kids have been bouncing with excitement for weeks in anticipation.

  The parade begins making its way down the street with the quintessential drumline announcing our arrival. School and college marching bands from several states mix with the armada of floats, classic cars, fire trucks, and other groups who dance and march down the street behind us. As the Grand Marshall, our float, of course, leads the cavalcade for all the others as people begin to clap and wave excitedly from the crowd while classic Irish melodies fill the air.

  While the pace is slow, the motion is less than smooth as we stop and start intermittently along the way. Rhett and Declan smile and wave to the crowds while Eric, Grady, and the kids throw gold-colored chocolate coins and orange, silver, and green beads to the crowd. The kids are bouncing so excitedly I’m afraid they’re going to fall off the back of the float as I see Grady gripping the back of one young boy’s shirt as he leans over the railing to throw more chocolate coins to kids in the crowd.

  The balmy weather has me reaching behind my head to sweep damp strands of hair off my nape, exposing a sliver of my pale stomach at the knotted waist of my shirt. Glancing down, I see a lascivious smile part Declan’s lips as he adjusts his stance so that he's now placed slightly behind my body. Shooting an elbow toward Rhett, he nods slightly as Rhett follows his example until their shoulders are now behind me.

  A slight squeak emits from my lips as Declan’s fingers suddenly probe beneath my skirt and cup one firm globe, squeezing, before running down the slit separating each half of my ass.

  Trying to act casual, I glance quickly over my shoulder and see Declan glancing the other way as if engaged in his view of the crowd. I gasp, turning my head quickly in Rhett’s direction as another set of fingers begin to slip throug
h the bottom edge of my thong, wandering between the lips of my pussy and swirling over my clit.

  I lurch forward as the float comes to a brief halt and look frantically in all directions trying to see what others can see of my predicament. Realizing the full, slatted panels in the metal railing rise to hip height and block most of the view around us, I grasp at the cool metal trying to anchor myself. Declan’s foot slowly hooks between my boots, kicking my arch slightly, indicating his desire for me to widen my stance. Shaking my head in his direction, I swallow as I wave toward the crowd and he more forcefully moves my feet so that my ass is exposed to his fingers behind, while Rhett works my tense body from the front.

  My heart is beating an uneven tattoo as Declan’s fingers continue to dip and pry, swirling forward and back until finally plunging inside to fuck me with two long fingers. Eyes dilating, a crazy smile crosses my lips as I again glance behind me to ensure that no one can tell what’s happening. I become conscious of confetti swirling and dancing in the light mimicking my dizzying state of abandon at the internal caresses making my pulse leap.

  I freeze as I make eye contact with a man in the crowd who stares at me quizzically, and my breathing stutters as I stare back at him until the swaying of the float moving forward again unlocks our gaze. Realizing that the curve of the rainbow blocks us from the children’s view and the railing blocks us from the crowd in front, I relax slightly into the rhythm Declan is playing on my body.

  Just as my breathing escalates and I feel my body tighten, Rhett pushes his way between Declan and me with a smile and a wave to the crowd, making Declan’s fingers retreat. By making it seem that he’s trying to acknowledge the crowd on the opposite side of the street, Rhett has strategically placed himself between me and Declan in the perfect cockblock position.

  Declan grimaces as he’s forced back away from my body, deliberately bumping Rhett harder than necessary as they switch places and he’s forced to the other side.

  I make a small sound of disappointment at Declan’s retreat only to have my body burst into flames again as Rhett’s fingers sneak under my skirt and restart the rhythm that Declan was forced to abandon. My eyes close to half-mast and I quickly reach for my sunglasses to mask my eyes, knowing that my pupils have dilated from the combined efforts of my men.

  After plucking at my clit and coaxing the nub to swell and strain, he also pushes two long fingers inside me, crooking them slightly to hit my G-spot. Dropping my head forward, I realize that both Rhett and Declan’s pants have grown tight, their dicks, straining to be released.

  I lick my parched lips, wishing I had something refreshing to kill the desire coursing through me as I try not to unleash my orgasm for the world to see.

  The tight space makes it impossible to escape as we’re locked into our small tableaux and the float moves closer to the end of the parade route to stop before the grandstands.Rhett presses his thumb firmly on my clit, and stars explode through my range of vision. His hand stills as my death grip on the railing slips and an arm firmly circles my waist to keep me from falling forward as my legs weaken with the release of my orgasm, annihilating my equilibrium.

  Declan murmurs in my ear, “I hope you enjoyed your reward.” I lean heavily against him, catching my breath.

  “I definitely feel like I just got lucky,” I whisper, grabbing Rhett’s hand and clasping it down by my waist. “I can’t wait to see what else is waiting for me at end of the rainbow,” I continue to tease.

  “Make no mistake, Katelyn, I’m definitely going to get a taste of your Pot O’Gold before this day ends,” Declan remarks seriously as the float stops. He releases me and steps forward to shake hands with the mayor as he descends from the float in front of the grandstands.

  Looping my arm into Rhett’s, he tips his head toward mine, delivering a cheesy line I would normally expect from Grady. “Hey Kitty, do you have any Irish in you? Do you want some?”

  Knocking my shoulder into his, I grasp his hand as the rest of the kids, volunteers and my boys spill from the float to the waiting arms of their families who have been waiting for them here at the end of the parade route.

  Smirking at my flushed face, Grady turns to the rest of my guys inquiring, “Did you have fun? Let’s go press our luck, shall we?” Turning away he heads off into the crowd and we all follow obediently in search of our next adventure.

  5

  Laughing and joking over their supposed parched state, the adult volunteers invite us to follow to a local bar where an Irish Pub Crawl is beginning. Loud Irish music still blares from speakers on the street beckoning revelers to open doorways where crowds spill into the streets.

  My arm is still linked in Rhett’s when he stops suddenly and begins pulling me backward toward the warehouse where the floats have been returned for docking.

  “What’s wrong? Where are you taking me?” I ask in confusion as Declan looks back, lifting an eyebrow our way at our retreat, before giving Rhett a disgusted look as one of the volunteers grabs his arm and tries to pull him into a conversation.

  “We need to go back to the float. I forgot something,” Rhett says, pulling me along in his wake. The frantic tapping of my bootheels echoes on the pavement as I try to keep to his frantic pace.

  “Rhett, slow down.” I push back on his hand to slow his pace, giving me the break I need to regulate my breath. Looking impatient he drags me past a few volunteers still exiting the building, pushing me toward the back of the float where the kids spent the parade, lifting me to the platform and stepping into the arch of the rainbow.

  Encased in a small space, we’re behind the front of the float where Rhett, Declan and I stood previously, where the arch soars above our heads to land on the back edge of the platform. Hidden from both the front and the back, the sides are open to some extent creating a small space barely tall enough for Rhett to stand. Luckily, Rhett doesn’t have Grady’s height so by leaning back slightly against the wall and angling his legs forward he creates a perfect space to pull me to stand within the cove of his legs.

  “Don’t you think it’s time we get a moment to ourselves?” Rhett pulls my chin toward his waiting lips before sliding his tongue inside and sucking at my own. A stray hand wanders up the back of my thigh under my skirt again and I can feel the straining of his dick as he pulls me closer between his legs to nestle against his body.

  “What did you expect me to do, Rhett?” I ask with a laugh. “Drop to my knees in front of the crowd and take care of you? I almost had a heart attack in front of the crowd. Nice play with Declan by the way, looks like you guys are in the lead.”

  A chuckle vibrates through Rhett’s chest as he pulls my hand down toward his pants, unsnapping the button on his jeans, encouraging me to stroke him the way his fingers are now exploring me again.

  Leaning forward, my lips graze his ear, a soft breath hissing through my lips as I ask innocently, “Do you need some help with that?”

  “You know I do, Kitty,” he grumbles in my ear turning his head toward mine and nipping at my lips.

  Stepping back as far as possible in the tight space I begin to kneel at his feet, my hands stroking and fondling as I go. Rhett’s head tips back with a thunk, his head hitting the wall just as my tongue makes a perfect swirl around the tip of his dick before swallowing the top completely.

  A heartfelt groan emanates from his chest as his hips thrust forward forcing his dick deeper into the hot cavern of my mouth. Distant sounds from several floats down have me raising my eyes to his in question as my mouth rises again to tease the tip before sucking him down further.

  Swiveling his head briefly from left to right he surveys the room through slitted eyes before nodding towards me once again. Clasping my hands around the thick base, I lightly run my teeth from the base underneath all the way up to the tip before taking a strong draw and sucking him back down again.

  Suddenly, his hand lands on my head stopping my movement as he pulls his hips backward stepping back more completely into the
shadows. Two men begin to circle the front of the float, commenting on the decoration, structure, and mechanics. Apparently, some people find this type of thing fascinating and they geek out at the opportunity to get up close and personal with the creations. By now I would have expected the parade aficionados to have moved on, yet here they are intruding on the private moment we’re sharing out in the open where we can be seen easily if someone gets just a bit closer.

  I still my movements anxiously waiting for them to pass before realizing that they can’t see me below the railing at Rhett’s feet. Deciding to get a bit of revenge of my own, my lips reconnect with Rhett’s dick teasing the tip and blowing hot breaths across the surface.

  Grinning at his discomfort, I bob my head downward sinking his entire length in my mouth before sucking intently, creating a vacuum that has him squirming and eyeing me in warning.

  Knowing that I’m in the driver’s seat now, I continue to bob, nibble and tease as I feel his dick grow even harder in my mouth as the two men continue to draw closer.

  Just as I feel Rhett’s balls tighten and tense, a third man enters the warehouse calling to his friends who reverse course and head away from us. Rhett’s hips immediately pitch forward thrusting rapidly into my mouth, pushing his length further and further down my throat in a punishing rhythm that has me struggling to keep my balance before he suddenly grips the back of my head, releasing completely down my throat.

  The grip on my hair loosens as Rhett pulls back from my mouth, his dick softening as he reluctantly tucks himself back into his jeans and reaches a hand down toward me to help me rise.

  I can’t help but wink at him as I ask, “How does it feel to be the guest of honor?”

  Growling playfully he pulls me toward him by the back of my neck, before swatting my ass.

  “Oh, I think you’ll get plenty of chances to honor me again before this day is through,” he smirks before adding, “and I’m certain the Grand Marshall is waiting to show you just how ‘grand’ he is.”