Lucky Strike (6 page)

Driving down the dark highway I can hear Lucky softly snoring from the back seat. She would hit me for even saying this, but she’s fucking cute when she snores, like a cute sleeping cartoon princess. I’ve actually missed hearing her snoring when she would come crawl into bed with me when she was having a tough night.

The past forty-eight hours have felt like a whirlwind. I went from not knowing where Lucky was to show up at her hotel door and now I was finally taking her home, where she belongs. Lucky promised me no more running. I know this isn’t going to be an easy journey for us. We are going to butt heads, and I know when we do Lucky’s first instinct will be to run. I just have to show her that no matter how much we fight or how tough things get, we will get through it and we will come out even stronger than before.

Low fuel icon lights up on the dashboard just as I pull off on the exit to the surprise detour I know Lucky is going to love.

Pulling into the parking lot of our hotel in the middle of town as I shut off the engine, I hear Lucky yawn and ask, “Where are we?”

“We are in Astoria. I thought we could stop here for the night,” I reply. Waiting for her to put the pieces together.

“We’re in Astoria?” Even in the darkness, I can see a shimmer of excitement flash in her green eyes as she realizes where we are. “Holy shit we’re in
Goonies
country!” she squeals.

“Surprise!” I say cracking a smile at her through the rearview mirror. Since we were kids, Lucky has always dreamed of visiting Astoria to see where our favorite movie had been filmed. When I saw the turn off on the freeway, I knew I had to make her dream come true as a belated birthday present.

“Ryder, I can’t believe you did this.” Lucky throws her arms around my neck from the backseat and places a big kiss along my cheek.

I help Lucky out of the car then grab our bags from the trunk. Following Lucky into the lobby she has a bounce of excitement in her step, and she can’t wipe the elated grin off her face. She’s absolutely beaming. It’s good to see her smiling again, especially after everything she told me about what had been going on with that asshole Jackson before she finally left his ass. If he comes for her again, he’s not leaving Seattle in one piece.

We make it up to the fourth floor to our room. Lucky slides the gold key into the lock. I hear her take in a deep breath as she opens the door. After leaving San Diego, we’ve pushed through the nineteen-hour drive back to Seattle, stopping only long enough to refuel and grab more coffee. We haven’t slept in the same bed since that night I showed up at her hotel room.

I drop our bags down at the foot of the bed. Lucky and I stand side by side staring down at the queen sized bed. I would give anything to just throw her down on it and hit restart on our first time together. Make a happier memory of the first time we fucked, but I also don’t want to rush her.

“I could sleep on the couch,” I suggest as I take off my jacket.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Ryder. Just because I may not want your dick in me right now, doesn’t mean I don’t want you sleeping next to me.”

She kicks off her shoes and starts to undress stripping down to just a pair of light blue cotton panties. Her beautiful tits on full display. One of the things I love most about Lucky is how comfortable she is in her own skin, but it makes it hard not to want taste every inch of her gorgeous body. Speaking of hard, I adjust myself as my pants become increasingly tight just from the act of watching Lucky undress.

Stripping down to my boxers I take a few calming breaths, reciting police procedures in my head to keep the raging hard-on in my pants at bay. I climb into bed and like a magnet Lucky curls up next me with her back to me. She pulls my arm around her, lacing her fingers with mine. She feels so damn good in my arms and with my hand brushing against her tits my dick begins to stir again.

“Seriously, Ryder?” she groans.

“What? I can’t help it. I’m lying next to a gorgeous half-naked woman, who has her sexy ass pressed against me. You should be taking this as a compliment.” I chuckle.

“I’ve slept in your bed like this countless times before and you have never gotten hard like this.”

“That was before you were mine,” my whispers in her ear sending a shudder through her body.

“Mommy, look at the pretty dress Nanny Doreen made me.” I twirled around and around in the foyer, showing off my new white dress with little green four leaf clovers for my first day of kindergarten. I was so excited for my first day, Nanny Doreen says I’m going to make so many new friends.

“That’s very nice, sweetheart, but Mommy and Daddy are talking right now. Nanny Doreen is waiting for you out by the car, she’s going take you to school this morning.” She shoved me out of the front door, the door closed with a loud thud and I could hear Mommy starting to yell at Daddy again.

Mommy and Daddy were always fighting. Daddy kept getting in trouble with some lady from his office. I wish Daddy would stop being bad. I don’t like it when Mommy and Daddy fight.

Charlie, our driver, opened the car door for me and I jumped into the backseat. “Buckle your seatbelt, Miss Nadine.” He smiled at me and closed the door.

The car pulled out of our long driveway and I watched excitedly out the window while Nanny Doreen told me to be a good girl and to listen to my teacher. I could feel my heart beating fast when we arrived at my new school. There were kids everywhere. I hoped they would like me. Mommy said I was a little monster. I didn’t know why she said that I didn’t look like the monsters in my books.

Nanny Doreen walked me to my classroom. She knelt down in front of me and smoothed out my dress and fixed my hair. “Okay, Miss Nadine, you’re all ready for your first day. Now you be your sweet little self, and everyone is going to love you. Have fun today, and I’ll meet you out front after school and we’ll go get ice cream.” She kissed my forehead and watched as I stepped inside the classroom.

I walked down the rows of desks looking for my name. I finally found my desk right next to another little girl in a pink dress. She looked up at me with a big smile. “Hi, I’m Lucy.”

“Hi Lucy, I’m Nadine.”

My new friend Lucy and I were swinging on the swing set, pretending to be fairies. School was more fun than I thought it was going to be. The teacher read us a story about pirates and princesses, then we painted pictures of our favorite things. I painted my teddy bear and my playhouse and Nanny Doreen.

“Come on let’s go play on the monkey bars,” Lucy shouted as she jumped out of her swing.

I ran after her toward the jungle gym. She climbed up the ladder first. Just as I started to climb up, I saw two strange boys lying on their backs under the monkey bars looking up the girls’ skirts. I jumped down and yelled at them to go away. One boy ran off but I caught the other one and slapped him right across his big stupid face for being so gross and rude. He just rubbed his cheek and laughed, and it makes me even madder.

“I’m sorry, clover girl, but we weren’t doing anything wrong.”

“You and your dumb friend were trying to look up my friend’s dress. That’s just rude. And my name’s not clover girl, it’s Nadine,” I shouted.

Lucy ran off and got the teacher, and she took the rude boy and his friend down to the Principal’s office.

I officially hate boys!

The rest of the day was horrible. The two boys I saw on the playground were in my class, and the annoying one, Ryder, wouldn’t leave me alone and he kept calling me Lucky Clover. While his jerk friend, Brian, just laughed. Which is why when the teacher wasn’t looking I pushed him out of his desk. I hated school and I didn’t want to come back tomorrow. I couldn’t wait to go home.

The bell finally rang and I raced down the hallway trying to escape Ryder, but he was right behind me.

“I’m sorry Lucky Clover, please come back,” I heard him shout.

“Stop following me!”

He ran in front of me, stopping me in my tracks. “I’m sorry for trying to look up your dress, which is very pretty by the way. Clovers are my favorite. Can we be friends?”

I remembered what Nanny Doreen told me about being nice and he did say he was sorry. “Okay, I guess we can be friends.”

He leaned in and planted a big slobbery gross kiss on my cheek. “See you tomorrow, Lucky Clover.” Before I could hit him for kissing me, he ran out the door.

I found Nanny Doreen waiting for me outside by the car. “Hello, Miss Nadine. How was your first day of school?”

“It was good. Oh, my name isn’t Nadine anymore,” I say, climbing into the backseat.

“Oh really? What’s your name?”

“Lucky.”

“Lucky, wake up. I brought you some breakfast.”

Ryder’s deep, gruff voice and the scent of warm waffles stirs me awake. I sit up in bed wrapping the sheet around me tightly. My eyes coming into focus, I see Ryder standing by the edge of the bed holding a tray of waffles.
Birthday waffles
. He sets the tray down over my lap and lights the little pink and green candles. The waffles are covered in whipped cream and sprinkles, just the way his mom would make them for me every on my birthday.

“Happy belated birthday, Lucky,” he says flashing me a warm smile.

“Damn it, Ryder. You’re way too damn sweet to me.” The bastard always pulls this sweet shit on me, just when I absolutely need it. Pulled this crap on the first day we met. I was fully prepared to hate him for the rest of my life, then the cute little bastard had to be sweet and kiss me on the cheek after telling me he wanted to be my friend.

“I’ll be sweet to you if I damn well please. Now eat your birthday waffles, we have some exploring to do,” he orders.

“Thank you for the waffles.” I tilt my head back and purse my lips at him signaling I want a kiss. He leans down and places a gentle kiss on my lips.

“You’re welcome. I’m going to go take a shower.” He kisses the top of my head then turns and walks to the bathroom.

I blow out the candles then take a few bites of my waffles and think back over the past few days. First finding the courage to leave Jackson in Mexico and fighting the overwhelming urge to turn my car around once I got to the US border. Secondly, and what I’m most proud of is that I had the strength to face Ryder. After everything that had happened between us he still fucking loves me, and God damn it I love him too. I’m going to do everything in my power to make this work, and I’m going to start right now with something I know after last night Ryder really wants. I move the tray over to the nightstand then pull back the blankets. Climbing out of bed I pad over to the bathroom door pausing briefly to slip off my panties. Carefully I open the door and sneak inside. The steam from the shower keeping me hidden as I quietly step into the shower behind Ryder.

I eye him up and down drinking him all in. God, he has an amazing body. Broad muscular shoulders and those traps. Mmm, I remember holding onto those while he pounded into me that night in the club. My eyes continue down to his trim waist then down to his ass—an ass dreams are made of—so firm and tight. I just want to fucking bite it. I run my hands up along his warm tanned skin, exploring every firm plain of his back.

Ryder turns to face me. His dark gaze raking over me. “Well, hello there,” he says with a playful grin.

I notice his hands twitching with anticipation to touch me. Grabbing one of his hands I slowly slide it up along my body to between my breasts watching as his eyes turning dark with lust. That look of desire making my pussy ache with need.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” he asks.

“Yes. I want to forget about that night in the club. I want this to be our real first time together.” I moan as his hand tenderly massages my breast.

“You’re absolutely sure you want this?” His other hand glides down the curves of my body. His rough fingers feeling so damn good.

“Just shut up and put your dick in me, Ryder,” I demand. My hands trailing down his chiseled ripped abs down to his length.

Fuck he’s already hard as a rock!

My eyes glance down to his cock. “Holy shit!” I say under my breath. Good God he’s huge. Guess that explains why I was so damn sore after we fucked in the club.

“Lucky it’s just a dick. A dick you’ve seen before,” he says with a chuckle.

“I didn’t exactly see it that night. I was a little preoccupied with just wanting to get it inside me,” I reply unable to take my eyes off of his long thick cock.

“I think you’ve had your eye full, now it’s time for him to get reacquainted with this tight little pussy again.”

He presses me against the wall, pinning my arms above my head in one of his strong hands. The other cupping me, fingers rolling and pinching my clit. My hips grinding against his hand needing to feel his fingers inside me. He gives me what I want, pushing two of his thick digits inside me, working them too slow for my liking.

“Harder, deeper,” I command.

He gives in to my demands and pumps his fingers harder. I feel every nerve, every sense in my body coming to life. The memories of that night in the club fade further and further away with every perfect thrust of his fingers.

“That’s enough, I need your dick inside me,” I demand, but Ryder doesn’t give in this time.

“Shhh, not yet. Relax Lucky and let me make you come,” he growls adding a third finger. Pounding even harder and faster into my slick cunt. My body is too overwhelmed with the finger fucking Ryder is giving me to argue with him. I’ve always made the demands when it comes to sex. Jackson followed my lead without hesitation. He knew he wouldn’t be getting off if I didn’t get what I wanted first. Ryder is the first one to take the control away. I’ll let him have this one, but he
will
listen next time or he’ll be living with blue balls.