Lucky's Choice (39 page)

“Because all her friends are here,” Willa dared to take up for Bliss. The woman might have hurt her feelings, but she had ended up being the loser. Willa felt terrible for Bliss. “When Lucky left the club, you remained friends; he didn’t stop being your brother. Bliss deserves the same as a former member. She can still be your friend.” She looked at Jewell, Ember, Stori, and Raci.

“Maybe you’re right, Willa. We can keep an eye on her and still put enough distance between her and Shade so she can move on.” Viper brought out the elephant in the room—the real reason Bliss couldn’t remain.

Willa looked at Lily who was twisting her hands together until Shade took them in his. Lily looked up at her husband, but from his expression, he wasn’t going to give in to her silent pleas.

Willa sighed. Beth didn’t seem any happier with the decision. None of the women did. However, Willa could see in some ways that Viper was right. When Lucky had been seeing other women in town, she had been miserable, and she hadn’t even been with Lucky. He hadn’t even noticed her. As a result, Bliss must be in agony watching Shade and Lily together. Maybe she would stand a chance of finding what the other couples had when she moved into town.

“She’s going to be lonely living by herself after living with so many people…” Willa said, touching the cookie jar.

Bliss regretted her actions, or she wouldn’t have gone to the trouble of replacing the jar. Willa lifted the lid, deciding she would make—her eyes watered when she saw it was filled with oatmeal raisin cookies.

The baker in her had her lifting one out and taking a bite. Then Willa started laughing.

“What’s so funny?” Lucky came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Those are mine. She must have bought them from the church store.”

“Bliss is going to be fine,” Lucky assured her.

“I know she will.” Willa leaned back tiredly on her husband, and her eyes caught something else on the counter. “Is that a new crockpot?”

“No.”

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Willa pulled her jeans up, snapping them closed. She looked across the room at Lucky, who was standing in the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel.

“What’s wrong?” He stopped his hand. “Did we hurt your arm in the shower? Maybe you should call Donna back and tell her it’s too soon to release you.”

“I’m wearing a size sixteen,” she said in awe. “I haven’t worn a sixteen since I was in high school and had a crush on Drake. I starved myself all summer—”

“You used to have a crush on Drake? He’s a lot older than you,” Lucky snapped.

“Calm down. He didn’t even know.” Willa giggled as she went to the dresser mirror, twirling around.

She’d had these jeans in the bottom of her drawer. They were the size she had aspired to get into every single time she had started a new diet. Her eighteens had been loose, so she had taken the chance to try them on.

“I can’t believe it. I haven’t even really changed my eating habits. I’m working out with you, but we both know I only last twenty minutes. I wonder how…” Willa turned to look at her husband who hadn’t bothered to wrap a towel around his hips, and his perfect body still had droplets of water clinging to his tanned skin.

“What?” Lucky asked warily.

“I think I’ve finally found a way to lose weight that I enjoy.” Willa smiled at her husband seductively.

“I thought you had to get to work. Isn’t Lily waiting to drive in with you?” Lucky narrowed his eyes on his wife as she slowly began to unbutton her pink blouse.

“She can drive in with Ginny.”

Ginny had been working for The Last Riders for three weeks, and it had worked out surprisingly well. The women didn’t fuss as much about the other chores, each picking the ones they could live with.

Willa let her blouse slip to the floor.

“I’m going to need a nap. You kept me awake most of the night.” Lucky tossed the towel toward the hamper.

Willa shivered when he walked toward her like a predator stalking his prey. She took a teasing step backward toward the doorway as she slid her bra straps down her arms. Her fingers found the doorknob and she twisted it, opening the door.

“Where are you going?” Lucky’s voice dropped.

Willa felt herself get damp. Whenever he used that lethal voice on her, it made her—Willa refused to think of the word.

She put her finger in her mouth then glided it down the curve of her breast tauntingly.

“That does it!” he growled.

Willa spun around, throwing the door open, laughing as she ran down the hallway where she came to an abrupt halt.

Moon was sitting at one of the exercise machines, lifting weights. Willa didn’t see him that often, but Lucky had told her that he liked going back and forth between the two clubhouses.

Willa’s face flamed as the biker’s gaze dropped to her breasts that were barely contained by her bra. None of the men ever came downstairs before noon. That was why she had playfully run from Lucky. It did something to her insides when he chased after her.

Willa turned on her heel, intending to run back into her bedroom, but she crashed into Lucky’s chest, instead.

“Caught you.” He grinned, taking in her embarrassment and Moon sitting there, gaping.

“Anything I can do to help?” Moon’s gruff voice had Willa pressing her breasts harder against Lucky.

She leaned back against the wall next to the washer and dryer so her back was to Moon.

“Yeah, you can tell Lily to ride into town with Ginny. Willa’s going to be late.”

“Anything else?”

Willa’s eyes widened when Lucky’s hand went to the washer where clothes were neatly stacked. Willa had seen Winter folding them last night. She had bought a new outfit and was washing it, and the scissors she had used to cut the tags off were still sitting there. He grasped the scissors and Willa swallowed hard, wondering what he was—

The sudden release of her bra answered her question. He had cut her bra off.

Willa opened her mouth to yell at him then found his mouth on hers, and the passionate kiss had her hands going to his hair.

Lucky leaned his head back, taking his mouth away. “No, that’s all I need from you, brother.”

As Lucky turned, keeping his arms around her so she was out of Moon’s sight in the hallway, Willa stared at her husband, trying to catch her breath. The feel of the cold metal on her back and Lucky’s mouth on hers had awakened a primitive reaction to danger. His naked body covered in tattoos combined with the ruthlessness on his face made Willa run without caring who watched.

Lucky’s laugh didn’t sound good-natured; it sounded sinister, strumming her already-spiked desire. She ran into the bedroom, tossing her ruined bra onto the floor. Then she turned around, gasping as Lucky slammed the bedroom door.

“You’re going to buy me a new bra!”

“Okay.” He took a step closer.

The bathroom was only a few feet away, and her feet edged in that direction.

“It’s not going to be on sale, either. I’m going to buy the most expensive one in the store,” Willa taunted.

“I don’t give a fuck how expensive it is. Just make sure it’s red. It’s my favorite color.”

When Lucky’s body tautened, as if he was about to spring at her, Willa felt like a rabbit in front of a panther.

“Good girls don’t wear red.” Willa shook her head. “It raises lust in men.”

“It sure as fuck does in me.”

She pretended to run to the bathroom, but she immediately felt Lucky’s breath on the back of her neck since he was so close. Feinting left, she ran to the bed and jumped on it then sat on her knees as she laughed up at Lucky.

“Got ya!”

Lucky reached out, pushing her until she toppled over.

“Nope, I’ve got you.” Lucky unsnapped her jeans, tugging them off. “When I get done fucking you, you’ll be a size fourteen,” he boasted.

“Your dick doesn’t have that kind of staying power!” Willa’s laughter was released in a gasp as Lucky threw himself on her.

“My wife said her first dirty joke.”

“I did not!” Willa yelled

“You said dick! That’s a bad word! I’m telling.” Lucky rolled off her to lie on his back, staring up at the ceiling.

“Oh, Lord, forgive her. She spoke a four-letter wor—”

Willa rose over him, placing a hand over his mouth. “Are you going to be good? I’m not letting you go until you promise—” Willa’s teasing broke off at the narrowed-eye stare focused on her. In the next instant, she was flipped onto her stomach with his hands on her wrists, pinning them to the pillows beside her head.

With his mouth to her ear, he said, “Are you going to be good for me?”

Willa’s humor disappeared as Lucky used his knee to spread her legs. Then his naked stomach pressed into her ass, and her hands clenched the pillows.

“Yes.”

“Lift your ass.”

Lucky lifted himself off her, releasing her wrists. When she started to lift herself on to her elbows, his hand on her back stopped her.

“Just that ass.”

Willa burrowed her face in the pillow, wanting to scream at him to hurry up. Lucky was merciless in making her wait for his cock.

He placed tender kisses against her back. “One day, when you’re being really bad, I’m going to spank you with my knife.” His hand smoothed over the flesh of one of her ass cheeks.

The thought sent a tingle of anticipation through her. Every now and then when they were having sex, he would smack her ass. At first, it would always startle her out of the mood, but then she had gradually grown to like the sting of pain.

Willa was a firm believer in fulfilling her husband’s needs, especially if she benefited with the mind-numbing pleasure he gave her in return.

Lucky reached over to the nightstand. Willa turned her head to the side to see what he was reaching for, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw him pull a leather case out of the drawer. Once he untied the leather cord, flipping the pouch open, she watched as his finger played over the different assortment of knives, going for the least dangerous one in the pouch. It didn’t even look like a knife; it looked like a pearl-handled letter opener.

“Trust, trust, trust,” Willa murmured into the pillow.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing,” Willa muttered.

She felt the smooth, pearl handle trace a line down her back, glide over her butt cheek, and then she felt the handle rub against her clit. Gently, he rotated it against her clit until she was begging him to make love to her.

“What did you say? I can’t hear you,” he taunted.

“Lucky, please, I need you inside me.”

Lucky laid the letter opener back on the nightstand before placing his cock at her opening. At the same time he thrust his dick inside of her, the palm of his hand came down on her ass. Willa bit her fist to keep from screaming, not wanting Moon to hear if he was still in the other room.

She wanted Lucky to go faster, his movements so slow she felt every ridge on his cock. Unable to take it any longer, she thrust her ass back at him, only to have his hand smack her other ass cheek.

“I need you to go faster,” Willa mumbled.

“Then ask me nicely.”

“Please, please…”

His cock plunged to the hilt in one stroke then slid back out of her pussy. Then he began moving so fast his movements started to ignite her into a frenzy.

She rocked back and forth as he moved, driving him higher inside of her. If she slowed down, his hand would give another smack. Her skin began to get sensitive, so each time his stomach brushed her ass, it made her pussy clench on his cock.

It wasn’t long before her pussy began to spasm as her orgasm hit her in a rush. She wasn’t even aware she was screaming his name until he placed his lips at her ear.

“Siren, you’re calling me.” He buried his face in her neck as his own climax hit.

Willa collapsed on the bed with his weight on top of her. “Lucky?”

“Yes?”

“I can’t breathe. Is that normal?”

Lucky chuckled, rolling off her. His hand gently massaged her back, brushing her damp hair away from her face while he looked down at her, his smile widening.

“What’s so funny?”

His humor was beginning to mess with her confidence.

He rose up, leaned over her, and placed a gentle kiss on the curve of her ass. “Good girls do wear red.”

Chapter 35

“Is that a new dress you’re wearing?”

Willa twirled. The black dress that came to her knees was made out of a slinky material that made her feel sexy.

“Yes, do you like it? I’ve been waiting for it to go on sale forever. I got it for half off.” Willa stood still so her husband could get a good look.

“I like it.” He came up behind her, staring back at her in the mirror.

The black dress was simple. The most exciting thing about it was where the top of the dress crossed in the front, leaving a deep V. With her golden cross necklace, it gave the contradictory appearance of both saint and sinner. She was about to take sinner out of the equation.

Reaching into a drawer, she pulled out a black lace handkerchief, tucking it between her breasts.

“Siren, you just ruined it, but that’s okay since I won’t be going with you and the other women.” He stepped closer to her back, his hand touching her neck then sliding forward to the deep V.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go?” Willa asked.

“Go to Crazy Bitch’s graduation party? Hell no.”

“I won’t have anyone to dance with,” Willa complained.

“I’ll dance with you when you get home. If I danced in front of those women, I might not get out alive. I still have nightmares from Beth’s wedding reception.”

Willa laughed at his expression.

“It’s Friday night. Are you sure you want to leave me alone with the women?”

“I trust you.” Willa tucked the handkerchief in more securely.

“You’re a cruel, cruel woman. Are you wearing my new, red bra?” Lucky tried to snatch the handkerchief but Willa smacked his hand away, stepping quickly out of his reach.

“Technically, it’s
my
new, red bra, and yes, I’m wearing it … and the panties that match,” she teased.

“If I didn’t know Shade was going to be watching you …”