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  M. Andrews

  Lucky Strike

  Gambling on Love Series Book 2

  By M. Andrews

  Copyright 2016 M. Andrews

  This book is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

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  At the age of five, Ryder Callahan knew without a shadow of doubt that Lucky Flanagan was his Lucky Strike. But for twenty-five years, Lucky kept Ryder at arm’s length, not wanting to destroy the one stable relationship in her otherwise turbulent life.

  In a moment of weakness, the two acted on their feelings for one another. Only to have Lucky do what she does best when she can’t deal with her emotions, she ran. Leaving Ryder completely broken-hearted.

  Now Lucky is back and ready to fight for the love of her life. Even if it means fighting herself.

  To my lucky strike.

  Blurb

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  Connect With Me Online

  About the Author – M. Andrews

  1:42 a.m.—to anyone else this is just a random time on a clock, but for me this is the time that will haunt me for the rest of my life. It’s the exact time that I took everything that meant the most to me in this world and destroyed it in one moment of weakness.

  Now my world is crashing down all around me and all I want to do is what I always do when things get tough—run.

  The name is Ryder Callahan, and there are only three things that you need to know about me. I work hard, I play hard and I fuck even harder. And these two hot blondes making out on my bed right now are about to see just how hard I like to play.

  I met Courtney and Britney tailgating down at the Seahawks game. A couple of sorority sisters who were very eager to please Officer Callahan. Which most women are when they find out I’m a cop. Nothing makes a pussy wetter than when a woman sees a man in uniform. My only dilemma with these two gorgeous, hot pieces of ass was I couldn’t decide which one I wanted more. So I did what any self-respecting man would do in my shoes, I brought them both home.

  “Come on, Ryder. Come and join us.” They both look over motioning for me to join them.

  “With fuckin pleasure.” I reach behind my head and pull off my shirt then kick off my heavy boots, and strip off my pants and boxers.

  The girls go back to undressing each other. I walk over to the bed, cock in hand, stroking myself while watching Britney suck one of Courtney’s pink plump nipples into her mouth. Lavishing her tits with her tongue. “You girls are so fucking hot.” A deep growl rumbles from my chest. My cock already dripping with need.

  Britney looks back at me with a sexy glint in her eyes, then slowly crawls over to me. Her deep blue eyes burning into me as she runs her warm tongue over the tip of my cock. “You wanna suck this big fuckin cock don’t you, you little slut.” I run the tip over her lips.

  “I want to suck you fucking dry,” she moans. Parting her lips, she takes me into her mouth, inch by inch until I’m touching the back of her throat. She relaxes taking me even deeper. Fuck this girl can take a dick like a fucking champ. She starts working my shaft with her mouth, tongue and teeth sucking me to within an inch of my life.

  “Damn sweetheart, you got a mouth like a fucking Hoover.”

  I look up over at Courtney, she’s looking all sweet and shy. I could tell this is as adventurous as she’s ever gotten, but I’m about to change that. “Get that sexy ass over here.” She shyly grins. “Come on sweetheart, don’t be shy.” She crawls over to me and I pull her up to my lips kissing her gently, at first, to get her relaxed then deepen our kiss. Sucking and biting at her lower lip. I slip a hand between her legs, running my fingers between her juicy wet lips. Her body relaxing against my touch.

  “You want to taste her don’t you?” I ask. Catching Courtney’s eyes darting from me down to Britney, then back to me. I can tell she’s fantasized about being with her friend, and I think it’s time she fulfills that need. “Do it. Let me see you eat her pussy.”

  “I’ve never done that before,” she says sheepishly.

  “Oh, sweetheart, all you gotta do is lick her like an ice cream cone. And believe me, she’ll taste even sweeter. Come on, get down there and lick her fucking pussy until she’s coming all over your pretty face.”

  I push Britney off my cock and back against the bed. Watching anxiously as Courtney nervously nestles between Britney’s legs. Britney sits up kissing Courtney then reassures her how much fun this is going to be. Courtney slowly kisses down Britney’s toned hot body, taking in a nervous breath when she reaches Britney’s pussy.

  “See how wet she is. She fucking wet for you Courtney,” I urge her on. Stroking my dick as I watch her run her tongue along Britney’s slit.

  “She tastes good, doesn’t she?”

  Courtney hums in agreement taking another long slow lick. Britney’s head rolling back in pleasure as her friend starts to eat her sweet pussy like a woman possessed.

  “That’s it now suck on her clit.”

  “Oh, yes, Courtney,” Britney cries out. Courtney now sucking and licking at her.

  “See that she fucking loves it. Keep going sweetheart, make her come.”

  I’m fucking rock hard from watching this show. I need to put my dick inside one of these girls now before I fucking explode. I walk over to my nightstand and grab a strip of condoms. Tossing them onto the bed. I climb up behind Courtney. She’s so wet, I can see her juices dripping down her thighs. I really want a taste but it will have to wait, I really need to fuck her tight pussy. I grab one of the condoms and tear it open with my teeth then roll the rubber down my cock. Grabbing Courtney by the hips, I push inside her dripping wet cunt. She’s so fucking wet I almost slip out when I start to work myself in and out of her juicy pussy.

  Britney is writhing and bucking under us, Courtney has her on the edge ready to fucking fly. One last thrust of her tongue and Britney’s drenching her face.

  Shit! That is so damn hot.

  I grip Courtney’s hips harder, ramming her with all that I have. She pulls away from Britney moaning and screaming. Her pussy throbbing all around me.

  Britney sits up from the bed reaching her hand down to Courtney’s clit massaging her in rough circles.
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  “That’s it, honey, come all over Ryder’s cock.” Britney leans in closer, licking herself off Courtney’s lips. Kissing and swallowing her moans.

  I can feel the fire burning deep inside me, her greedy pussy pulling me deeper inside her. A few more rough snaps of my hips and I go off like a fucking gun. A deep roar escapes my throat as I blow my load into the condom.

  Courtney collapses onto the bed breathless, her body limp and covered in sweat. Just the way I like to see my girls when I’m done with them.

  Britney strips me of the used condom and sucks me back into her mouth, licking me clean and getting me nice and hard again.

  “Are you ready for a ride on this cock?”

  She releases me from her mouth with a pop then throws me down onto the bed. She barely gets the new condom on before she starts to sink down onto my hard length.

  “Fucking ride that dick,” I roar slapping and squeezing her ass. The way she rolls and grinds her hips along my dick is fucking driving me crazy.

  I look over at Courtney. She’s massaging her clit as she watches Britney and me. “I’m not done with you gorgeous, get that pussy over here and ride my fuckin face,” I demand. Ready to get a taste of her sweet pussy.

  A wicked grin tugs at her lips as she straddles my face, her pretty pussy smells so damn good, it awakens the beast inside. I grip her hips and slam her down onto my tongue.

  Got one girl riding my cock the other riding my face.

  Yeah, this is the fucking life.

  “Make sure to call us anytime you wanna have some more fun.” Britney hands me my phone back with her and Courtney’s numbers now added to my contacts. Normally I delete any numbers girls put in my phone, but after last night I’m definitely calling these two wild ones again.

  They wave goodbye from the elevator just as the doors begin to close. I wave back then close the door behind me. There’s a heavy smell of sex hanging in the air of my apartment. Last night was so damn hot, those girls were wild and insatiable. I can’t even count how many times we fucked.

  I’m still feeling too amped up to sleep, so I decide to go for a run over to my buddy Brian’s house. I haven’t seen him much since he was promoted to detective eight months ago.

  Brian and I have been best friends—rather brothers—since we were five. I still remember the day that floppy-haired little bastard came up to me on the playground and asked if I wanted to go lay under the monkey bars and look up the girls skirts. He’s one of the few people that has stuck by me throughout the years. We’re partners in crime. Double trouble as they called us in school. But things have changed, he’s married and has a kid. He hasn’t been there for me like he used to, but I haven’t exactly made it easy for my friends to be around me for the past two years. Spending most of my time down at the bar, drowning my pain in booze and pussy.

  I get dressed in a pair of running shorts and a T-shirt then lace up my running shoes. Once outside my apartment, I put in my ear buds and crank up the music to keep me pumped for my run. The sun is high in the sky and there’s a slight breeze in the air. I maneuver my way through the crowd of pedestrians across the bridge and down along Lake Washington, to the picture perfect neighborhood where Brian and our other childhood friend Lucy live.

  I make my way up the walkway to Brian’s house and let myself in with the key from under the potted plant by the door. I step inside and call out for Brian and his wife Brooke when I hear a loud scream come from the kitchen. My cop instincts kick in, and I race into the kitchen to find Brooke bent over the kitchen island and my best friend plowing into her from behind.

  “God damn it. Ryder, get the fuck out,” Brooke screams grabbing a nearby box of cereal, launching it in my direction and hitting me in the chest. Damn, not only does she have nice tits she also has great aim.

  Brian looks up spotting me by the doorway and shoots me an evil glare. “Jesus, fuck, Ryder! Haven’t you ever heard of knocking? Get the fuck out man.”

  “Sorry guys. I’ll just go wait out on the porch.” I turn and bolt for the door.

  Sitting out on the porch swing, I wait for them to get dressed. I thought it would be five minutes, but five minutes turns into thirty. Son of a bitch must have finished. I don’t blame him, Brooke is one hot piece of ass.

  The door finally opens and I see Brian—now fully clothed—peek his head out the door. “You can come in now.”

  “Thanks for keeping me waiting. Were you guys going for a record in there?” I chuckle walking past him to the kitchen and helping myself to a glass of water.

  “Like I’m going to leave my hot wife mid-fuck to talk to your ass.” He pours himself a cup of coffee then leans against the counter where Brooke was just bent over. “What the fuck are you doing here so early, Ryder?”

  “We haven’t hung out in a while. Thought I’d come over and see if you might want to go fishing with me this weekend?”

  “Sure, I’m in. Brooke’s taking Ella to my mom’s for the weekend for my sister’s baby shower.”

  “Wow! How are you going to survive without each other for two days? You can’t even make coffee without it turning into a fuck fest.” I laugh.

  “Don’t be jealous that I’m the one that ended up with Brooke and you didn’t.”

  “I just had two of the hottest chicks in my bed last night, so no jealousy here. You can only wish you could have my life.”

  As much as I like to tease Brian about being chained to one woman, I really am happy for him. Brooke’s such an amazing woman and after all the shit Brian has been through in his life he deserves all the happiness in the world. But in a way, I’m a little jealous of his happiness.

  “Brooke is more than enough woman for me.” His attention shifts to the doorway of the kitchen. His face lighting up when Brooke steps into the kitchen dressed and holding Ella, their eighteen-month-old daughter in her arms.

  “Dada.” Ella reaches her arms out for Brian to pick her up. She squeals with delight as soon as Brian scoops her up in his arms.

  “Good morning, Ryder.” Brooke gives me a sideways glance as she pours some coffee for herself.

  The relationship between Brooke and me hasn’t been an easy one. When we first met, we were good friends, even though I did want to get into her pants. But after Brian got shot while on my watch, our friendship became strained. She couldn’t even look me in the eye for months afterward, and I still have nightmares of her screaming at me that it should have been me that got shot. I won’t deny that I had the same thought as I sat in the hospital that night. I still live with that guilt every day.

  Once she finally forgave me for dropping the ball when Brian got shot, we were doing pretty good. Then I went and fucked everything up again when Lucky bolted town after Brooke’s bachelorette party. That night still haunts me, and I wish I could go back and fix everything or, at least, get Lucky to come back home.

  “Good morning, Brooke. And, uh… sorry about barging in like I did.”

  She doesn’t say a word. Instead, goes over to Brian and Ella giving Ella a kiss on the top of the head, then kisses Brian. “So did you tell Ryder our good news?”

  “I was just getting to it.” He looks over at me and I don’t even need to hear the words, the elated look on his face gives him away. “Brooke’s pregnant. We’re having another baby.”

  “Aww man, that’s fantastic. Congratulations guys.” I set my glass down and give Brian a hug and surprisingly Brooke lets me give her one, and that’s when I notice the swell in her stomach. I turn back to Brian, looking down at little Ella. “You’re going to be a big sister, kid.” She blows a raspberry at me and giggles. “Well… I see you’re happy about it, too.” I give her a kiss on her chubby cheek.

  “I better get going. Brian, I’ll see you this weekend, and Brooke congratulations again.” I can feel a tightening in my chest. It’s becoming harder and harder for me to breathe. The inevitable panic attack getting ready to strike. I have to get the fuck out of here.

  I can’t
get out of the house fast enough.

  Once I’m out of the kitchen, I race to the front door flinging it open and run down the street full speed toward the water. Stopping just on the edge of the beach. My heart pounding in my chest. I rest my hands on my knees as I try to catch my breath. I am really pleased for them, but seeing Brian and Brooke so happy only makes me think of Lucky, and how I almost had everything I ever wanted. What I’d dreamt of since I was fifteen. But my stubborn pride kept me from going after her.

  I met Lucky—Nadine as she was known back when we were kids—the same day I met Brian and Lucy. Brian and I were lying under the monkey bars when these two bright-eyed girls came swinging over us in their yellow and white sundresses. Lucky spotted us immediately and dropped down to the ground next to me. The moment I sat up from the gravel and looked into her emerald green eyes her hand cracked hard across my face. I guess you could say it was love at first slap, because after that day I knew I was going to marry that feisty girl.

  I held onto the dream, knowing one day Lucky would open her eyes and realize she loved me just as much as I loved her. I thought that night in the club she finally had. The moment the words “I love you, Ryder,” slipped from her lips it felt like I was finally able to breathe. But as soon as the moment came it was instantly ripped away. The life that burned in her eyes faded away to darkness. Her old insecurities coming back in full force as she chose that asshole Jackson over me. Now, I feel completely lost and empty without her.

  1:42 a.m.—Like clockwork my eyes spring open, my heart is beating wildly. My chest is tight and heavy with every breath I take like there’s an elephant is sitting on me. I can still hear Ryder’s voice ringing in my ears.

  ‘I love you, Lucky.’

  I reach out for Jackson needing a distraction from the looming pain in my heart and from the memories that are slowly creeping back in. But Jackson’s side is cold and empty.