Free Lucky Strike by M Andrews Page A

moment and I can’t believe she actually kept it.
    I slump down in the mint green chair next to Brooke. All I want to do is cry until I pass out. I’ve been hit with so many emotions the past few days I feel completely dizzy like I’ve been on a nonstop roller coaster ride. I’ve built so many walls up to keep myself from feeling anything but distrust and anger, that now as these walls have come down it feels like I’m being ripped into two different people. The bitter hate filled Nadine and the newly born Lucky, who doesn’t know how she’s going to navigate her new life.
    Brooke reaches her hand over, gently placing it over mine. “I know the past few days with leaving Mexico and having Ryder tracking you down must’ve been taxing on you. How are you doing with all of this?”
    I can’t hold it back any longer. My eyes open the floodgates and the tears start flowing. I’m sobbing uncontrollably, my breathing becoming more labored. Brooke squeezes next to me in my chair. She wraps her arms around me and rocks me while I cry. This whole not holding back your emotions crap is complete bullshit.
     

 
    A wet slobbery tongue sliding across my face pulls me out of my slumber. I crack an eye open and see a massive mound of brown and white wrinkles laying on top of me.
    “Good morning, Spike.” Spike licks my face again before rolling off of me and over to Ryder’s side. Spike and I got to know each other quite intimately last night as he spent most of the night trying to hump my leg. Leave it to Ryder to adopt a dog that’s a bigger horndog than he is. But Spike is a big sweet dog, though.
    I roll onto my side just in time to see Spike practically devouring Ryder’s face with his tongue. “Should I leave you two alone?” I ask with a chuckle. Finding this whole scene quite hilarious.
    “That’s enough, Spike,” Ryder groans, pushing Spike down. Spike moves across to the foot of the bed and nestles between us.
    “Good morning, beautiful.” Ryder leans in giving me a good morning kiss then pulls me into his arms.
    “Good morning.” I nestle in closer to Ryder’s massive frame kissing the spot on his chest just above his heart.
    “What time is it?”
    As the words slip from Ryder’s mouth we hear a muffled, “Oh God, I love your cock,” come through our bedroom wall. Damn Brooke’s got some lungs on her.
    “It’s seven.”
    “How do you know that?” I ask.
    “Because that scream has come through that wall every morning at seven since the first night I stayed here,” Ryder replies. “How about we give them a run for their money?” Ryder holds me tighter against him and I can feel his morning wood pressing against my stomach.
    He nuzzles his face in the crook of my neck, leaving a trail of warm kisses in his wake. I glance up and spot Spike sitting up on his hind legs, his head cocked to the side watching us.
    “Ryder, Spike is watching us,” I say tapping him on the shoulder.
    “He’ll leave once we get going,” he murmurs against my neck.
    I push him away. “I’m not having sex while your weird dog watches us.”
    “Come on, Lucky, he probably just wants to see how a real alpha dog does doggy style.” He tries to pull me back to him, but I push his ass to the floor.
    Ryder’s head pops back up and he gives Spike an evil glare. “What the hell, Spike? You’re not supposed to cock block your bro. The one that rescued you, gave you a home, and three hot meals a day and some fine ass tail to bang whenever you want,” he scolds.
    “Oh my God, I’m going to go get some coffee.” Rolling my eyes, I throw back the blankets and climb out of bed. I slip on one of Ryder’s T-shirts before heading downstairs to the kitchen.
    I turn the corner and see Brian standing there and my stomach does a flip. Brian was still out working a case by the time Ryder and I crashed for the night, so I didn’t get my chance to apologize to him yet. After the flood of emotions I had dealt with seeing Brooke