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. I
s 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 …”
Willa narrowed her eyes in a mock threat.
“I would go,” he finished lamely.
“Shade is so sweet to drive us.”
“He’s only doing it because Lily wants to go, and I picked you up the last time you all went out drinking,” he reminded her. “I didn’t hear you calling me sweet then,” he said grumpily.
“The next time it’s your turn to pick us up, I’ll make a note to remind myself. Besides, I don’t drink, and neither does Lily. I only got drunk during my bachelorette party because Penni spiked the lemonade, and she’s not going to be there tonight.”
“Praise God,” Lucky muttered.
“I heard that, and it wasn’t nice, but I agree. I don’t ever want to feel the way I did that next morning. It was horrible.”
When her cell phone dinged with a text message, Willa picked it up, reading it.
“Shade said to shake my ass; they’re all waiting.”
“Since when did Shade start texting you?” Lucky tried to take the cell phone, but Willa slipped it inside her purse.
“Gotta go. I love you, husband.”
Lucky pulled his cell phone out of his pocket.
“What are you doing?”
“Telling Shade you’re on your way.”
Willa shook her head at her husband’s disgruntlement. “Are your fingers crossed?”
She was still laughing when she went upstairs to see Winter, Beth, Lily, and Rachel were all waiting for her in the kitchen. They were picking Diamond up at her house in town on their way.
Shade’s expression was impassive as he put his phone back in his pocket.
“Sorry about that,” Willa apologized, knowing Lucky had sent a nasty message.
“No problem.”
She followed the group out of the kitchen, wanting to apologize again, but she decided to let it go. Shade and Lucky shared a complicated relationship. They antagonized each other half the time and took each other’s back the other half.
She wished Lucky would figure out that most of Shade’s aggravation toward him had to do with helping Lucky release the stress of his PTSD. If it was directed at Shade, it wasn’t directed at himself—which, in some twisted way, worked for Lucky—and Shade had recognized the calming effect it had on him. On a psychological level, Lucky needed The Last Riders; his sanity depended on them.
Since he had moved back in with The Last Riders, he slept better, and the nights he didn’t, he kept her busy by making love until he was exhausted enough to sleep. It wasn’t perfect, though.
Sometimes, when they were watching television or each reading, she would catch a sad look on his face and knew he was missing the church, despite the fact that they both attended regularly. The new pastor was good, if a little standoffish, but she got the feeling that Lucky would rather be the one behind the pulpit.
Diamond was waiting for them when Shade pulled up in Lucky’s Yukon. The women chatted all the way to Jamestown. Lily sat in the front with Shade, their hands clasped on the console.
Her marriage to Lucky was good. She couldn’t ask for more from a husband or be happier, but Lily’s and Shade’s relationship, she had to admit, made her envious. From the looks of the other women in the vehicle, she wasn’t the only one.
By the time they arrived, the party at the Destructor’s clubhouse was in full swing. Willa was never good at parties, but with such few men there, she relaxed, especially being surrounded by so many of her friends.
Stud and another man who bore a resemblance to him were at the bar, drinking beer. Shade joined them while Willa, Lily, and Beth found room at the table Sex Piston, Crazy Bitch, and Killyama were sitting at.
“About time you all got your asses here.” Crazy Bitch slung back the beer in her hand.
“Sorry, I was late finishing a cake, and I took a long time getting dressed,” Willa admitted.
Crazy Bitch waved away her excuses. “That’s okay. You’re rockin’ that dress. Want a beer?”
“No, thanks. I’ll take a diet soda.”
Killyama’s chair scraped back as she took the drink orders.
Willa reached into her pocketbook for some cash.
“Forget it. It’s a club bar; we don’t pay unless it’s the expensive shit. Then it’s B.Y.O.B. Since we’re celebrating tonight, Stud volunteered to splurge and even buy that.” Sex Piston waved her empty beer bottle at Killyama.
“Does Stud know?” Crazy Bitch joked.
“Not yet.” Sex Piston stood up, taking Lily’s hand, and the two went onto the dance floor.
Willa watched, surprised at the natural way Lily moved on the dance floor, although Sex Piston danced exactly how she imagined she would. Her sensuality made her glad Lucky had stayed home. The other women gradually began going to the dance floor until Willa was sitting at the table alone.
“Why aren’t you dancing?” Killyama asked, setting the drinks down on the table.
The woman trailing behind her set the rest on the table. Willa thought she looked familiar in the dim light. When she straightened, Willa wanted to leave.
“Hello, Jenna.”
Jenna walked off without acknowledging her.
“What bee crawled up her ass?” Killyama’s angry frown made Willa even more uncomfortable.
“She doesn’t like me. She’s Lucky’s ex-girlfriend.”
“Don’t let that club whore ruin your night. Get your ass up,” she ordered.
Willa wasn’t left with a choice. She rose at the woman’s demand and found herself dragged to the middle of the dance floor.
Willa had one of the best times of
her life. The biker women were such vivacious dancers that it was easy not to feel self-conscious. Eventually she relaxed, forgetting Jenna was in the clubhouse.
After an hour, she managed to escape Killyama and Crazy Bitch, who were both dancing with her, to return to the table to rest and take a drink of her soda.
“You want another one?” Crazy Bitch asked, sitting down at the table and fanning herself.
“No, thanks.”
“You should have what I’m having.” Crazy Bitch pushed her drink toward her.
“What is it? I don’t drink alcohol.”
“It’s a Long Island Iced Tea,” Crazy Bitch said, starting to take it back.
“I like tea.”
Willa was hot and thirsty, and her diet soda was hot and tasted terrible. Before Crazy Bitch could take it back, she took a drink of the icy beverage.
“This is delicious,” Willa said.
Crazy Bitch started to say something, but the man coming toward their table distracted both women.
“You going to dance with me tonight, Crazy Bitch?”
The woman leaned back in her seat, critically surveying the good-looking man who was confidently waiting for her reply.
“Calder, I’m never going to be drunk enough to dance with you. Why don’t you ask that whore behind the bar to dance with you?”
“Why do you always have to be a fucking bitch to me?” The man’s face grew angry at her rejection.
“Three reasons, Calder.” Crazy Bitch raised one finger. “Because you’re a dick.” Another finger went up. “Because you fuck anything that moves with that dick.” A third finger went up. “Because I already got rid of one dick and don’t need another to replace him.”
The man spun on his booted heel.
Crazy Bitch waved her fingers at his departing back. “Bye, dick.”
Willa took another long drink of the tea, not wanting to laugh at the man’s injured pride.
“I wish I could do come-backs that good. I get tongue-tied and cry.”
“Fuck crying. It’s never solved a fucking thing. My boot up someone’s ass, on the other hand, has solved several problems of mine.” Crazy Bitch stood up. “Want another?”
“Yes, please. I need to get the recipe and make a pitcher for the clubhouse. I’m sure they’ll like it.”