Lucky Strike (16 page)

“This shit is so damn cute!” I shout from over the racks of baby clothes. “Lucy, look at this one, it’s a police uniform onesie.” I excitedly wave the tiny black onesie in the air. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but all this baby crap is hella cute and I want to buy out the damn store.

“Jesus Lucky, did you leave any of the clothes on the rack?” Lucy looks down at my overflowing shopping cart.

“It’s not just clothes, I got other stuff too.” I can feel my face flush with embarrassment. I may have gone a tad overboard.

“Let’s try and leave some of the items on Brooke’s baby registry for the rest of her guests.” Lucy takes the lead directing us to the cashier. But as we pass the girl section, my eyes growing wide and the crazy woman in me kicks in when I spot a pink and purple tutu I know Brooke would love for Ella.

“Oh my God, Lucy look at this cute tutu!” My voice hits a high pitch octave I didn’t think I could ever make. I abandon my cart and weave through the racks of pink and purple baby clothes and pluck the tiny tutu off the rack.

“Lucky, what the hell is wrong with you?” Lucy looks at me with a puzzled look in her face.

“I don’t know. I’ve never looked twice at this stuff before. I’ve been doing a lot of crazy shit lately. I think opening myself up to one emotion has opened the floodgates to the rest. I’m talking to Brooke’s baby bump. I tried to make Ryder dinner. I’m going apeshit over baby clothes. Oh, and then...” I wave my hands frantically in front of me “...I walked passed a bridal shop two days ago and caught wedding fever. I actually imagined myself in a wedding dress.” My breathing quickens and my heart is racing inside my chest. I feel like I just ran ten miles. “Lucy, I think I’ve caught girl.”

Lucy bursts into laughter. “Oh my God! Caught girl!” She double overs, hysterically laughing at my predicament. The patrons standing by the cash registers now looking over at us.

“Don’t mind her, she just having a mental breakdown.” I smile politely then turn my attention back to Lucy, who’s now holding her stomach still laughing her ass off. “Stop laughing at me you bitch.”

“I’m sorry.” She stands upright, completely winded with tears in her eyes. “It’s just funny as hell to see you experiencing what every woman has felt since birth.”

“I’m glad you find me so entertaining.” I walk back to my cart in a huff and throw the tutu on top of the pile of clothes. I feel like I’m slowly losing my mind and she’s making a joke out of it. I start to push my cart only to crash into Lucy.

“I’m sorry, Lucky. It’s cute to see you getting all mushy over this kind of stuff.” She walks around the cart and slings her arm around my shoulder, squeezing me in a side hug. “It’s going to make throwing Brooke’s baby shower all the more fun.” She squeals excitedly, hugging me again.

I definitely caught something because I willingly agreed to help plan Brooke’s baby shower.
What the hell do I know about baby showers?
The last party I threw was Brooke’s bachelorette party and I don’t think hiring male strippers and making Jell-O shots is going to cut it.

“Oh shit, a pipe burst down at the new shop. I gotta go. Here let me give you some money for this stuff and I guess I can go to the party store later.” Lucy reaches into her purse to grab her wallet.

“No, I got this. Give me the list for the party and I’ll go get it.”

“Lucky, you don’t have to. I know this stuff isn’t your thing.” She pulls a few bills from her wallet and starts to hand them to me, but I push her hand away, denying her again.

“I want to do this. It’s the least I could do for bailing on her before Ella was born. Now give me the list and go take care of the coffee shop.” I take the list from her hand and give her a reassuring smile.

I spent the rest of the afternoon at the party supply store, picking out the decorations for the baby shower and dropping off the cake order to the bakery. On my way home I picked up some take out from Ryder’s favorite Thai restaurant. I might not be able to cook for Ryder, but I can pick up his favorite meals from people who do. It’s the thought that counts.

I’m scooping out the last of the takeout containers when I hear the front open. I look up and see Ryder dropping his bag by the door. He saunters over to the kitchen with a new fire burning in his eyes. One I haven’t seen since his days in the police academy. It took some pushing but Ryder eventually caved and agreed to join SWAT. It’s been three weeks since he started training and now he comes home every night with a big smile on his face and a lot more energy in the sack.

Ryder slides up behind me, one arm sliding around my waist the other sweeps the hair away from my neck. His lips ghost down along my neck. I can feel the bulge in his pants growing hard against the seam of my ass.

“Dinner is ready,” I murmur as his hand slips under the waistband of my leggings. Fingers roughly pushing inside my slick cunt.

“The only thing I want is you riding my fucking cock,” he rasps darkly in my ear. My beast is here and he’s ready to play.

We burst through the door of the second floor. The air is filled with the sounds of ripping fabric and hot haggard moans. I’m so fucking turned on I can’t get Ryder out of his clothes and into me fast enough. We’re slamming each other into the walls all the way down the hallway leaving a trail of popped buttons, shredded clothes, and broken picture frames in our wake.

His kisses are rough and sloppy, all biting and sucking. His strong hands lifting me up slamming me down on his rock hard cock, sending a delicious pain coursing through my body. He’s deep, oh so fucking deep inside my dripping wet cunt. He slams me down onto the bed, flinging my leg over his shoulder. It’s wild and primal, skin slapping against skin. He’s groping, pinching at my tits as he rams harder and faster into me. The headboard is banging and knocking against the wall, our screams and gasps filling the night air. I can feel him throbbing inside me. He pulls out of me and paints my chest with his hot cum, then slams back into me.

He presses my leg to my chest, hand sliding around my neck, gently squeezing. His dark lust filled eyes staring me down as he fills my ears with the dirtiest shit I’ve ever heard. Nails clawing down his back, teeth biting into his hot flesh. I flip him on his back, riding him like the fucking queen that I am. Letting him know this dick is mine and only mine. He sits up sucking my nipple into his hot mouth, pulling and biting just the way I like it. Grabbing the back of his head I pull his head back hard, crashing my lips to his as I ride him harder and harder. Tits bouncing, heart beating out of my sweat and cum covered chest.

I pull him tighter against me, flesh on flesh needing to devour every inch of him. My screams turning to whimpers as he relentlessly rams up into me and I don’t know how much more I can take. Head spinning, vision fading as we both come hard over and over until we both collapse into a pool on the bed. Hurricane Ryder strikes again and I narrowly survived.

Reality slowly begins to creep back as we lay here still tangled in each other. Hands softly caressing our sweat soaked bodies. My limbs beginning to regain their feeling.

“I see you had another good day of training.” A lazy smile creeping across my face as I snuggle in closer to Ryder.

“It was a God damn incredible day. I haven’t felt this alive since... well, since I got you back.” I can hear the excitement in his voice. I knew joining SWAT would be a good path for Ryder.

“See I told you so.” I proudly grin.

“My lucky clover strikes again.” He places a gentle kiss on my forehead. “Now let’s eat then spend the rest of the night fucking.”

“I like the way you think, Officer Callahan.”

I pull the pin from the smoke bomb, launching it down the dark hallway. The adrenaline coursing through my veins while the team and I eagerly await the loud explosion. For the first time in over two years, I’m feeling like my old self again. I finally have my girl and now I’m about to ace the field test for SWAT. I don’t know why I spent so much time fighting against the idea of joining SWAT, the past few weeks in training have made me feel more alive than I’ve felt since joining the force. I have found my true calling.

The loud boom echoes through the testing facility. I slide my ventilation mask over my face as the hallway fills with smoke.

“All right boys let’s do this,” I call out cockily over the comms.

“Lucky, you should have seen your boy out there today. That move having us sneak up through the service elevators was fucking genius.” Edwards slaps me on the back then sets our pitcher of beer down on the table.

Like I assumed, the team and I passed our final field exam, even setting a new course record. As of Monday morning, we’ll all be a part of the Seattle SWAT Division.

“You were no slouch out there either, Edwards. How did you even know we could come in through the air ducts? The blueprints of the building showed they were too narrow for anyone to fit through.”

“You learn a thing or two about building construction after growing up with a dad and two brothers who robbed banks and armored trucks. Now I use those tricks to put people like them away.”

One thing I respect most about Edwards is that he’s honest about where he came from. He had a rough start in life. His father and brothers were notorious for robbing banks and armored trucks. I commend him for turning his life around. Most people in his shoes end up following in their families criminal paths. Instead, he used it to become one of the best damn cops on the force.

A tall redhead passing by our table pulls Edwards attention away from our conversation. Lucky takes the opportunity to climb into my lap.

“I am so damn proud of you, Ryder. I knew you could do it.” Lucky wraps her arms around my neck, sealing her lips to mine. I can taste the whiskey on her soft, warm lips. Her hips grinding against me. My cock already aching with the need to be buried in her perfect tight pussy. Fuck celebrating at the bar, I’m ready to take her home and make her scream until the neighbors call the cops on us.

As we sit making out in the crowded bar, I can feel a pair of eyes on us. I’m used to people staring at us, Lucky and I can’t seem to keep our hands off of each other even in public, but this pair of eyes feels different. They’re intense and feel as if they are burning into my flesh. It’s beginning to give me an uneasy feeling.

“Let’s... take... this... party... back ... home,” I murmur between kisses. Ready to get out of this bar and away from those prying eyes.

“Can we fuck in the bathroom first? I really need your cock inside me now.” I can see the naughty glint in her eyes as she looks up at me through her dark lashes. How can I say no to that?

“You go first and I’ll meet you there.” I watch as she climbs off my lap and sashays those sexy curves through the crowd to the bathroom. Looking down at my lap and notice a wet spot where Lucky was grinding against me. I barely touched her and she’s already fucking dripping wet for me. I love it.

I drop a couple twenties on the table then make my way tothe back of the bar to the bathrooms. The whole way there I can feel those eyes on me, watching my every move. As I round the corner down the hallway, a dark figure rams into my shoulder and keeps on walking. I turn to yell at the asshole when a familiar knot clinches tight in my stomach. I see his dark, searing eyes.
Jackson
.

I run back out into the crowd, searching all the faces, looking for that asshole. But he’s gone. My head is telling me I just saw a ghost, but my gut is telling me that asshole is back. I take another scan of the bar, he’s still nowhere to be found. I don’t care how much Lucky wants me to fuck her in that bathroom, we are not staying here if there’s even a remote possibility that asshole is here in this bar.

I walk back to the bathrooms, giving the hallway a once over for onlookers then I push open the door to the ladies room. Lucky is standing by the sink, sliding off her panties in anticipation of my arrival. As she bends over I catch a glimpse of her deliciously wet pussy lips and that ass, that plump, juicy ass is just begging me to fuck it.

Control yourself Ryder. You can fuck every inch of her as soon as you get her out of this bar. Just then Lucky’s beautiful green eyes meet mine in the mirror.

“Come here, baby, I’m so ready for you,” she says flashing me a mischievous grin, pulling her dress up over her hips.

“I can see you are eager for me to fuck you, but my hunger to spend all night between your legs is overtaking my urge for a quickie in this bathroom.”

Her smile turns into a disappointed pout. I could tell her the truth that I think I saw her douchebag ex in the hallway. But I’m not sure of what I saw and I don’t want to worry her for nothing. I wasn’t lying when I said a quickie wasn’t going to cut it for me. I’m pretty sure the owner would get pissed if we kept the ladies room locked for the rest of the night while we fucked.

I step up behind her, running my fingers down along her wet slit. “I know you want me to fuck this tight little pussy of yours right now...” I push two fingers into her—fuck she’s so warm and wet—my dick is straining against my pants, “...but once I start I won’t be able to stop myself.”

I keep my eyes locked on her as I release my fingers from her, bringing them up to my mouth. I can see her sweet juices coating my fingers. She pulls her lip between her teeth, watching intensely as I lick them clean. Her tits rising and falling in rhythm with her breathing.

I lean into her ear and whisper, “Don’t worry my little Clover, I’ll get you off with these fingers in the car on the way home, then I’ll fuck this pussy raw.”