Madness was how she felt right now, as if she had fallen into a pit of desire she didn’t know how to escape from. Good girls didn’t stand and watch as two men began having sex with a woman whose face showed she was ecstatic at being pressed between them.
She felt Lucky’s hard arm circle her waist, his body pressing against her back as he began swaying them seductively to the beat of the music. Her ass pressed against his cock, trying to find the satisfaction she wasn’t going to be able to reach through their layers of clothing. Her head fell back on his broad shoulder before turning so she could keep watching the trio down below.
Moon’s hand took Stori’s swaying hips, pressing them to his as Rider’s hands circled her, grasping her breasts, lifting them to Moon’s mouth, but he didn’t take them. His eyes lifted to the head of the steps, catching Willa’s gaze as “Sail” by AwolNation began playing while his hands went to his jeans. He flipped Stori’s skirt up, pulling out his cock and sliding a leg between hers. He then tore a rubber open, rolling it on before he rammed himself inside the small woman, fucking her to the beat of the music.
Rider’s mouth went to her neck as his hand went to his jeans, unzipping them, and Willa found herself thinking the woman couldn’t possibly take two men at once. However, then Moon moved their bodies so she could see his cock sliding in and out of the woman who was lifting herself up on her tip-toes so Rider could press his cock into her ass.
Willa closed her eyes, unable to watch anymore without climaxing. She felt herself lifted and turned then pinned against the wall. A large, rubber tree had been placed in front of a nook she hadn’t noticed when she came upstairs. She could see the downstairs, but anyone looking upstairs would only see shadows as the darkness fell outside.
“Marriage is give and take. I’m going to take what’s mine; you gonna give it to me?”
“Yes.” Willa opened her thighs to his urging, lifting herself up after he ripped away her panties.
His frantic hands lifted her, sliding easily in her to the hilt. She buried her face in his shoulder, biting down in ecstasy as he fucked her harder than he had ever done before. He had always made love to her with exquisite gentleness, but there was nothing gentle about the way he fucked her now. It was hard, frantic, and she could swear she felt the beat of his heart against her breasts.
Wanting him to touch the bare flesh of her breasts, she rubbed them against his chest, trying to give him the hint that she was too shy to tell him.
“Later. I can’t touch them without Moon seeing. No one is going to see or touch you but me.”
Marriage is about trust, Lily had told her, and now she understood in a way she hadn’t before. She could trust Lucky with her body and soul. He wouldn’t take her past her limits. Although he might push them, he wouldn’t let her cross the invisible line that weakened her willpower.
“You’re really my husband.”
Lucky stopped moving, staring into her eyes. “Yes.”
“You won’t cheat on me,” Willa stated with certainty.
“God, no.”
“You wouldn’t hurt me with your knives.”
“When you hurt, I hurt,” Lucky vowed then picked up the pace again, hammering into her while he stared into her eyes.
Willa used his T-shirt to stifle her scream while he braced his arm on the wall above her head as he came with her climax. Their panting breaths mingled together as they gazed into each other’s eyes, each finding the part of their soul they had lost to each other when they had made love.
“One of these days, I won’t give it back,” Willa murmured, lost in what she was experiencing at that moment.
“What?” His lips twitched.
“Nothing.” She wasn’t about to tell him what she was thinking.
“Siren, it drives me crazy when you do that. Maybe I’m thinking the same thing.”
She smiled as she straightened her dress. “I doubt that.”
He cupped her face, making her look at him. “That, for a moment, our souls touched.”
Willa’s smile slipped. “I thought it was just me,” she whispered in awe.
Lucky shook his head. “No, Willa, it’s not just you.” His other hand took hers, placing it on the cross at his throat. “It’s a gift.”
Chapter 31
Willa closed the refrigerator door before going to the oven where she took out one tray of bacon then slid another inside. Then she went to the table and sat down to enjoy her own breakfast. It was her first day of kitchen duty, and she had looked forward to it all weekend. That was, until she had looked at the list and seen who shared the chore with her—Bliss. She was also thirty minutes late, which had left Willa’s nerves on end, dreading her arrival. She would prefer to do it by herself than be stuck with a woman who was becoming more and more obvious about her dislike.
She took a bite of her fruit parfait as the door to the basement opened. Lucky came in, looking like he had just gone to bed.
“Can’t sleep?” she said, slowly taking the spoon out of her mouth.
“No,” he grumbled. “I couldn’t fall back to sleep after you left.”
“I shouldn’t have woken you. Have a seat and I’ll get your breakfast,” she said, getting up.
“I’m going to let you since you wore me out by waking me up after having your way with me all night. I need to refuel. Just so you know, my dick is off-limits for the next twenty-four hours. He’s on strike.”
Willa giggled as she placed a large omelet onto his plate and scooped him a large helping of hash brown casserole. She set the plate down in front of him before going to get his coffee. She handed it to him before kissing his upturned mouth.
“Even my lips hurt,” Lucky complained, wincing when he took a sip of his hot coffee.
“I told you when you…” Willa paused, unable to bring herself to say the word out loud. “That it makes me…”
“Horny? Siren, that makes any woman horny,” he boasted, wincing again when she hit him on his shoulder before she sat back down.
The kitchen door opened and Bliss came in, yawning. She was wearing a short pair of lavender pajama shorts that barely covered her butt and a matching top that dipped between her breasts and was only held up by spaghetti straps. From the way her nipples poked through the thin top, Willa discerned she wasn’t wearing a bra. Willa was worried that was why Lucky was staring at the blonde woman whose body was perfectly proportioned.
“You’re late,” Lucky snapped at her, relieving Willa of her misconception.
Bliss shrugged as she went to the refrigerator. “I knew Willa would have it under control.” She waved her hand at the food laid out on the counter. “And I was right.”
“Tomorrow, be on time or your name’s going in the punishment bag.”
“What’s the punishment bag?” Willa asked.
“It’s a bag where they make you draw a punishment when you’ve been bad. Isn’t that right, Lucky?” Bliss poured herself a glass of orange juice, leaving the bottle out on the counter.
Willa itched to get up and put it back in the refrigerator but she made herself sit still, not liking the provocative way Bliss was talking to Lucky.
“Yes,” Lucky ground out, his eyes narrowing on Bliss.
Willa stood up, going to the oven where she took out the last tray of bacon then turning to set it on an empty burner on the stove.
“Careful, you almost burned me.”
Willa hadn’t been near enough to burn her, but Bliss’s harsh comment rattled her. Regardless, she couldn’t think on it long, because right then, several club members began trailing in one after the other.
She saw Shade come in with Razer. Lily had called her last night to tell her that she was off today and that Rachel was working the church store. Winter, Viper, and Moon came in as she placed toast in the toaster. Bliss merely moved to lean against another counter without trying to help.
Going back to the double oven, she leaned over to
pull out the tray of biscuits.
“That’s not a sight I want to see first thing in the morning,” Bliss said nastily from behind her.
Willa’s face flamed at the insult, aware the whole room had heard the comment.
Willa heard Lucky’s chair scrape back. “Bliss, I want to talk to you upstairs in Viper’s room.”
Willa turned carefully to place the baking sheet on the stove. “Lucky, it’s all right.”
“No, it’s not—”
Before Lucky could complete his sentence, Willa watched in horror as Bliss’s hand went to set down her orange juice, deliberately sliding it forward and knocking over the cookie jar that Willa had filled an hour ago with Lucky’s cookies. It shattered on the floor in a thousand pieces, which was exactly how many pieces her heart broke into.
Willa’s already frayed nerves snapped.
“Why did you do that? Why have you been so mad at me? I thought we were friends.”
“Friends!” Bliss yelled at her. “Friends don’t stab each other in the back.”
“How did I stab you in the back?” Willa asked, thoroughly confused.
“You fucked Shade! I saw you go downstairs with him! You stayed down there a long time in the bedroom. Does Lucky know you fucked Shade on the same bed you do him every night?”
When Lucky and Viper approached Bliss angrily, Willa held her hand up to stop them, wanting to hear the rest of the filth spewing from her mouth.
“Does Lily know?” Bliss gave a bitter laugh. “He wouldn’t cheat on Lily with me, but he did with you. Do you want to know the funniest part? The night before Lucky was supposed to leave for Ohio, he wanted me to fuck him, and I didn’t! I turned him down because you made me that fucking candy. He fucked Raci, Ember, and Stori all night, instead. I won’t make that mistake again. If you want me to go upstairs with you, Lucky, let’s go.” Her voice had turned sultry, her wanton insinuation like a slap in Willa’s face.
Willa turned around, giving the room her back as she battled her rising temper. “God, give me strength.”
“What did you say? If you’ve got something to say—”
Willa turned around sharply. “I said shut up!” Willa yelled, going toward Bliss angrily. “I didn’t have sex with Shade. We talked! That’s all! He showed me Lucky’s medals and talked to me about their time in the service. That was all we did!”
Lucky, Viper, and Bliss all took a step back at the fury on Willa’s face. All the anger she had been holding in for days, weeks, and years came spilling out at the woman who had broken a cookie jar she had cherished.
“Why is it that you felt like you had the right to talk to me like that? You wouldn’t have talked to anyone else that way, just me!”
Bliss started trembling. “I don’t know.”
“It stops now! Do you hear me?” This time, Willa yelled at the whole room of onlookers.
They all nodded in unison.
“That chore list sucks! If I want to cook and manage this kitchen, then I’m damn sure going to do it! Okay?” She glared at Viper.
“Knock yourself out.” Viper’s concession didn’t slow her down.
“If I want to do it, I will,” she snarled at her husband who was about to protest. “If it gets to be too much, I’ll tell you.”
“One person can’t do it all. You can’t handle this kitchen and your baking business—”
Willa cut him off. “I don’t plan do to it alone. I plan to hire someone. Ginny can quit the diner. She hates it. Everyone can keep their freaking clothes on while she’s in the house for a few hours a day. Everybody should pick the chores they want to be responsible for. If they don’t get done, dock their pay and give it to Ginny to pay her for doing them.”
“We usually vote on…” Viper began then stopped at her glare. “We’ll try it on a trial basis.”
Willa went to the pantry, taking out the broom and dust pan, angrily sweeping the broken glass and cookies up jerkily.
She pointed the handle of the broom at Raci. “If I want to wash dishes by hand, I will. It relaxes me.”
Raci jerked back as the broom handle nearly tapped her nose. “Okay.”
Willa dumped the glass into the trash can before turning her heated glance toward Winter. “And if I want to fix my husband breakfast and wait on him because it makes me feel good, then I will!”
“But, it’s archaic—” Her teeth snapped together at Willa’s glare. “All right.”
Stori moved out of Willa’s way as she put the broom and pan back in the pantry. Willa shut the pantry door then stopped in front of Stori, pointing her finger at her chest. “If anyone is going to make my husband’s lunch, it’s going to be me. If I’m not here, then he can fix it his own damn self.”
“Okay.”
Willa looked at her watch, realizing she was going to be late for work, and she hated being off schedule. She was almost out the kitchen door when she turned around.
“And, Rider, put down the freaking toilet lid in the half bath when you’re done, dammit.”
“I’ll remember that.”
Her tirade wasn’t over as her gaze focused on Jewell. “Do you see a nose on my face?”
Jewell gave her a strange look, nodding her head.
When Willa slammed her hand against the kitchen door, sending it flying the rest of the way open, Jewell hastily moved out of the way so it wouldn’t hit her when it swung back.
“I want my perfume back. It’s been missing since the day I moved in, and I smell it on you.”
She stormed out the kitchen door, still yelling her angry volleys over her shoulder as she headed toward the front door. She was going to get The Last Riders under control, and if not for good, then it would at least be until her and Lucky’s house was built.
* * *
The kitchen was silent as they all listened to Willa’s shouts from the other room as she left.
Lucky saw Moon open his mouth to reply when he heard Willa yell at him to get his boots picked up off the floor.
“Don’t say anything. She might come back,” Winter whispered.
Moon closed his mouth, flinching at the sound of his boot hitting a wall, which had them all staring at each other in trepidation that she would come storming back into the kitchen. The slam of the front door had more than one member giving a sigh of relief.
Raci went to stand by the back door. “Do you think she’s really gone, and she’s not faking us out?”
After several seconds, Viper opened the kitchen door, looking into the other room. “She’s gone.”
“Thank fuck.” Jewell sat down shakily at the kitchen table. “I thought she was going to kick my ass.”
“Mine, too.” Winter’s hand was trembling as she lifted her coffee cup to her lips.
The tension in the room didn’t dissipate with Willa leaving, though.
“Bliss, that’s the last time you hurt a member.” Viper’s cold voice was directed at the cause of the unexpected showdown which Willa had won.
“Willa’s not a member.” Bliss’s defiance had disappeared when Willa’s rant had begun. Now she stood in the middle of the members who had gathered in a circle around her.
“I wasn’t talking about Willa. I was talking about Lucky. She’s his wife, so anything you do to hurt her hurts him.”
Lucky saw Bliss’s eyes move in his direction. Coldly, he stared back as Viper began stripping Bliss of her rights as a Last Rider.
“A member has to have eight out of eight votes from the original members to be voted out. When you mouthed off to Lily, you had six out of eight. Two members voted to give you another chance—Lucky and Rider. I’m taking another vote.” Viper glanced at Shade. “Call Knox and get his vote.”
Viper continued talking as Shade moved to the side, making the call.
“I vote out.” Viper looked at Razer. “In or out?
Razer didn’t hesitate. “Out.”
“Train?”
“Out.”
“Lucky?”
Bliss’s tears didn’t affect his vote.
“Out.”
“Shade?”
“Out and Knox votes out.” Shade placed his cell phone back in his pocket.
“Cash?”
“Out.”
All eyes in the room were on Rider when Viper called his name.
“Rider?”
Rider, who had saved Bliss from expulsion three times before, was Bliss’s final hope.
“Please don’t, Rider. I promise—”
“Out.” Rider’s curt vote sealed Bliss’s fate.
Bliss’s shoulders began shaking while she stood as an outcast among them, but Viper showed her no mercy.
“Since I know you don’t have a place to go, you have until the end of the month to get your shit packed and find somewhere else to live, preferably not in Treepoint. You could go back to Ohio.”
“If I don’t belong to The Last Riders, I don’t have anything to go back to there.”
“You don’t belong to The Last Riders anymore, so there’s nothing waiting for you there,” Viper agreed harshly.
Bliss wiped away her tears with the back of her hands, walking through the room of angry members to leave.
None of the members were happy Bliss was being forced to leave. They all knew her feelings for Shade were hard for her to get over. They had all hoped the woman would be able to move past her love for him.
Lucky glared at Shade. “You brought Willa inside the clubhouse without me?”
“She wanted to know what was wrong with you. I told you to tell her about your PTSD before you were married.”
“I was going to tell her.”
Shade crossed his arms over his chest. “I saved you the trouble.”
Lucky’s hands clenched into fists. “When did you take her downstairs?”
“The night she came to borrow Lily’s cookbook.”
“That was a Friday night.”
“Yes, it was.” Shade’s cavalier attitude pissed him off even further.
“What did you tell her?”
“All of it.” Shade gave a laconic shrug. “I showed her all those fancy medals of yours, told her how Kale died, and how you nearly got your ass killed—all of it.”