Page 17 of Stroke of Luck

This sparks a memory of laughing as I jump out from behind a house, spraying people with a hose on a hot summer day. Then running away as they charged after me yelling threats on my life. But more than that is the feeling of love and belonging. Something about this memory makes me want to cry at the loss of whoever these people are. Deep in my soul, I know they mean the world to me… we are one heart.

Discreetly, I wipe away the tear that’s started to roll down my cheek. I want to scream in frustration that I can’t remember these girls who somehow made my heart whole. What kind of person am I that I could forget?

“I took a chance picking this place, so let me know if we should go somewhere else to look for clothes,” Giorgi says, breaking me out of my wallowing.

“Holy shit, no way! I love this place but my mother would never let me shop here and threw out everything she could find.” I smile, clapping my hands as I take in the old repurposed furniture company now turned clothing store.

“Shall we?” he asks, hopping out and coming around to open my door for me.

“Fuck yeah! Ragstop, here we come!”

Skyler was so distracted that she didn’t notice how I watched her more than the road on our way here. Thankfully, the need to keep her safe was just as much of a driving force as the pull to wrap her up in my arms and spoil her. Every time she talked about her mother, I wanted to slap the cunt for making my beautiful stellina feel inadequate in any way.

I’d already been planning on taking her shopping today, and after gleaning some information from Enzo before she woke up, I figured this place would be right up her alley. The store has two levels filled with various racks of clothes with styles and prints that I’ve never seen before. Paolo, however, wouldn’t be pleased with how mundane this place is since his logic is that everyone should invest in the best when it comes to wardrobe.

I can’t help but smile as Skyler flits around the room, snagging this or that from the racks with a huge grin on her face. She’s shining like a bright star in the sky, confirming my choice of pet name for her.

“Giorgi, come look at this!” she calls, waving me over. “Don’t you think Remo would love this?!”

She holds up a hideous white button-down shirt with large skulls and red roses on it, placing it in front of her as if trying it on. It’s nothing that Remo would ever wear, but when I see the glint of humor in her eyes, I catch onto her plan. “I think it’s perfect, stellina.”

“Don’t you think it would only be fair to get everyone something if I get him one?”

I nod my agreement. “Absolutely, it’s best to keep things even. Prevents any arguments from popping up because of jealousy.”

“I knew you would see my logic.” We both laugh as she places the shirt into the basket she’s holding.

Unable to stop myself, I reach out and cup the back of her neck, pulling her up to me. She gasps in surprise, but after a moment’s hesitation, she returns my kiss with as much tenderness as I’m giving. I don’t want to devour or control her, all I want is to be blessed with her light and attention. With her, I feel like I’ve been seen for just being me for the first time since my mother died.

“Come on, help me find one for your brother,” she says with another quick peck as we delve deeper into the store.

After we spend what feels like hours searching the place from top to bottom, we find plenty of clothes for her and a carefully chosen shirt for each of us, including one she picked for me after she sent me away, making me promise not to peek. Now it’s time for her to try on her selections, so I camp out in the dressing room on the bench they have for this very reason. Her taste in clothes is like nothing I have ever experienced before, and things that just shouldn’t go together work for her. Everything has color or a funky pattern to it, showing me just how much our stark home is going to change if she’s left alone too long.

She walks out in a crocheted crop top with velvet yoga pants, and I almost swallow my tongue. Everything she’s tried on up until this point has been on the looser side of things, but this leaves very little to the imagination, and I’m not sure I'm willing for anyone else to see her in it but us. Glancing to the entrance of the basement dressing room, I see the two men in black blocking the doorway, waving people off who want to enter. This is the benefit to having bodyguards, and I'm more than happy to take advantage of it.

“Could you button the back of this top? I can’t seem to get the loop around the damn thing,” Skyler asks, turning her back to me.

Standing, I take a few steps until I'm molded against her body, her ass right on top of my stiff dick. “I could help you with that, but what if I offered to take it off instead?”

She looks at me in the mirror, her face beginning to flush with need as she bites her bottom lip. “Here I was thinking you were the good brother all this time, so sweet and charming.”

“Oh, I am those things, but one trait we Lastras have is knowing when we want something and taking it. You, my little star, are what I want, right here, right now… Are you brave enough to risk it?” I ask as I kiss along her neck, nipping at her skin.

“Exhibitionism—that’s a new one for me, but I’m always willing to try something once,” Skyler murmurs as she lets go of the top, revealing her breasts.

Lifting my hands from her hips, I start kneading her soft flesh as she rubs her ass against my cock. Reaching behind her, she struggles for a moment to figure out my dress pants but manages to get them open and free my dick. Her movements are confident as she strokes me, causing me to grunt as she rubs her thumb over the tip. Releasing her, I bend her over so her hands are holding her up on the wall of the dressing room as I yank down her pants. The woman isn’t even wearing anything under them to block my view of her perky, round ass. Sliding my hand over her cheeks and down between her legs, I feel how slick she is already.

“My my, is somebody excited to have sex in a public place?” I whisper into her ear, making her moan as I slip one finger into her wet pussy. I move it back and forth a few times before I add a second, then a third finger, making sure she’s ready to take me. I might not have the length, but I make up for it in girth, which makes it challenging for some women. Skyler, on the other hand, is more than ready for the task.

“Promise me you’re clean, that Enzo didn’t lie to me,” she pleads as she wiggles her ass at me.

“That would be rude of me to tease you and not finish what I started. Never fear, my stellina, I will always be prepared to meet your needs. And yes, I’m clean as virgin snow.”

I take my time kissing down her back as I play with her clit, getting her good and worked up, wanting to hear her beg to have me. Never has a moment felt so important, making sure she wants me as much as I crave her.

“Stop playing with me, Giorgi,” Skyler pants. “I need you to fuck me right the fuck now, and don’t make it too sweet.”

“As my lady wishes,” I growl as I slam into her, causing her to toss her head back and cry out in pleasure.