Lucky: A Love Lane Short Read Online Free

let instinct take over.
    Tossing the papers aside, I
slipped down on the bed until my head hit the pillow. Then I slid
my right hand down my torso and tentatively brushed a delicate
finger over my cotton boy shorts, already feeling how wet I was.
With my fingers ready and my body thrumming with anticipation, I
decided to get more comfortable, first pulling off my tank top then
sliding my panties down my toned legs. With a flick of my foot, I
tossed my panties across the room. Completely nude, my heated skin
was flush with the cool sheets.
    Closing my eyes tightly, I
imagined it was Henry’s hand that was touching me, his strong
fingers swiping down my slit, and I let out a gasp of pleasure. As
much as I wanted to reach that release quickly, I knew that, if I
slowed things down, it would feel that much more amazing. God, did
I miss that feeling.
    With long lazy strokes I
took my time, relishing the feel with each pass. Visions of deep
blue eyes behind black glasses infiltrated my mind. Parting my
lips, I dipped two fingers inside to gather my wetness before
slowly working my way up to my clit where I began to gently tease
my nub. I spread my legs even farther apart then lifted my hips and
rubbed deeper with my right hand as my left traveled over my belly
until finally reaching its intended destination. Exquisite chills
having taken over my entire body.
    Pinching the peaked nipple
on my right breast, I imagined Henry above me, his strong arms
holding him up as his head dipped down to take my nipple into his
mouth. The combined sensation was enough to throw me over the edge,
my body absorbing the pleasure from my hands.
    After I came down from the
high of my climax, I was trying to figure out just how Henry had
gone from merely a distant co-worker to the object of my nightly
fantasies in a matter of days.

Chapter Four
     
    Waking up early, my body is
vibrating with nervous anticipation. I didn’t get the chance to
talk with Henry yesterday after the all-day meeting. I am eager to
tell him that I signed the lease for the apartment on Love Lane.
The thought of his happy reaction is enough to make me pick up my
pace so I’m not late.
    After showering,
moisturizing with an SPF protectant—the sun is a killer on my fair
skin—and adding a swipe of blush to my cheeks, I decide to go for a
comfy casual look since it is going to be another hot, July day. I
pull on a pair of black, linen shorts; a coral-colored tank that
may or may not be a bit too tight across my chest and my favorite
pair of black TOMS. The only thing left to do is toss my hair up in
a ponytail; grab my sunglasses, cell phone, keys; and I am out the
door.
    Taking the subway from my
current apartment in Queens over to Brooklyn takes just under
thirty minutes at this time of day, my excitement building with
each stop along the way.
    As I catch my first glimpse
of Henry standing in front of the Brew House, reading something on
his phone, I have the sudden urge to run over to him, excited to
tell him my news. Instead, I take a deep breath and gather my
composure before he notices me. Taking the slow walk across the
street, trying to look as casual as possible, it feels as if my
racing heart will make it to the other side before I do.
    I never had this experience
with Braydon—the excitement of going on a first date—although
technically, this is more of a friends thing than a date. Whatever,
same difference. I was immature, drunk, and horny back then with
Braydon, so I am trying to memorize each and every feeling now and
not take it for granted.
    Along with my racing heart,
my sweaty palms are going to make holding on to my coffee cup a
dangerous proposition, not to mention the somersaults in my tummy,
which will, without a doubt, make it difficult to even drink the
coffee.
    Stepping up onto the curb,
that damn smile of his nearly knocks me on my ass as Henry finally
looks up to take notice of me. With a grin
of my own to rival his, I step closer into his space, the