Chapter 7
Lucky glanced to his side, grinning at Viper as they rode their bikes through the countryside. Decreasing his speed as they neared Treepoint, which was busy with traffic, he heard Bliss make a sound at his back. The woman loved speed.
As he brought his bike to a stop at the red light, a car pulled to a stop behind him. Looking in his mirror, he saw Willa sitting behind the wheel, her ugly minivan filled with the children she had taken in. His hands clenched his handlebars when he saw where her gaze was focused. He knew exactly because it was the same sight he had been treated to when they had first departed from the clubhouse.
Bliss was wearing a black leather halter top with a pair of low, hip-hugger blue jeans that showed the top of her ass when she leaned forward to hug the rider. She had begun the trip on the back of Train’s bike, but when they had stopped for lunch and returned to the bikes, she had climbed on behind him. He had almost told her to get off, but the other brothers had already peeled out.
He could imagine the thoughts going through Willa’s mind, remembering Georgia’s cruel comment to her about being too large to ride a bike.
The sound of Viper’s accelerating engine when the light turned green had Lucky riding forward, following the president’s lead, but the hurt expression on Willa’s face tore at him the entire ride back to the clubhouse.
When he came to a stop, Bliss jumped off, joining the rest of the members as they went up the steep flight of steps.
“Coming?” Shade asked with his arm around Lily’s shoulder, keeping her close to his side.
“No, going out for a while.” Lucky backed his bike out, turning once again to the road.
He wasn’t ready to go inside yet. Shade would disappear inside his home with Lily, and the rest of the crew would be ready to party. However, with Willa’s reaction to Bliss heavy on his mind, he wasn’t in the mood to fuck or drink.
The feelings the timid woman roused in him were harder to escape than leaving the church. The more he fought against them, the harder he was being wrenched back.
After two hours of riding, Lucky came to a stop behind a stand of trees that hid him from the sight of a solitary small house where a light shone in one of the windows. He leaned against one of the trees, watching as the sun set and darkness fell.
He was still as a statue when the front door opened before a heavily built man left the house and went down the front steps into the yard, moving to the side to pick up a bucket. Lucky watched as he went to a kennel containing the two dogs inside, his lips thinning as the dogs were fed and watered. He had observed the same scene several times, enough to know what was coming next.
After they were fed, they were released to roam the land. Bridge used the dogs to guard his property from the predators that roamed the night.
Bridge went back inside the house as the dogs took off, running in Lucky’s direction. Lucky straightened as the dogs skirted between the trees, searching for his scent.
They stopped in front of him and Lucky reached into his pocket, pulling out the two treats he had taken out of his saddle bags and tossing them to the two dogs. Bridge didn’t spoil the dogs, so Lucky took advantage, training the dogs to his scent to reward them.
Once they raced off with the treats in their large jaws, Lucky remained until his legs began to cramp then went to his bike. Starting the motor, he revved the engine, wanting Bridge to hear from inside before Lucky headed back to Treepoint.
He had made the same trek over a dozen times since he had left the church, each time hoping to incite the man into making his move or to force a confrontation that Lucky was tired of waiting for. And, each time, he battled the temptation to leave the stand of trees and end the waiting game. Only the fact that the former Seal was justified in his need for revenge held Lucky back from provoking a confrontation that would leave one of them dead. As a result, he always left without coming face to face with Bridge.
His soul couldn’t live with another death on his conscience, one that would either damn his soul or give him solace, although Lucky wasn’t sure there was a soul to save anymore. What was left had been damned the night he had accepted Moon’s bet. The devil’s wager had been the knife that severed his last tie to the church.
Murder or forgiveness—the first would send him to Hell, and the second, Bridge wouldn’t give.
Lucky sped through the dark night with his demons hounding his trail as he rode back to the clubhouse.
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The front room was packed as Lucky came in. The brothers were drinking. Train was fucking Raci on the couch, and Jewell was naked, dancing on the bar. Lucky strode forward and, reaching up, he grabbed Jewell, tossing her over his shoulder. He felt her laughter as he carried her upstairs to his bedroom, placing her on her feet beside his bed.
Lucky unbuckled his jeans as he toed off his boots.
“You’re in a hurry.” Jewell licked her bottom lip as he pulled out his dick.
Kicking his jeans and boots away, he lifted his arms in the air. Jewell took a step forward, lifting his T-shirt off and throwing it on the floor. Then she licked his chest as her hands went to his dick.
“The only thing I want on my dick right now is your mouth,” Lucky groaned.
Jewell lifted her head, giving him a seductive smile. Her tongue traced down his flat stomach until she reached his cock, finding the drop of pre-cum on the tip.
She dropped to her knees in front of him. “What has you so worked up tonight? Usually, you like it slow, not that I’m complaining.” Her hands cupped his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze.
“I don’t want slow tonight. I want fast and hard. I can do slow after I come down your throat.” Lucky buried his hand in Jewell’s hair, keeping her mouth where he wanted it as he began fucking her experienced mouth.
This was what he needed to drive Willa from his mind, to keep him from the virgin who would trap him in a heartbeat if he gave in to the desire tormenting his body and soul. He needed a woman like Jewell to remind him what he was searching for—a woman who would never grow too attached to him, could never touch the good side of him and tempt him back to a life he had forsaken.
Jewell took him to the back of her throat, sucking on him greedily, and his balls tightened when her teeth nipped at him. She then leaned her head back despite his harsh grip, and his cock popped out of her mouth.
“Don’t you want to punish me?” she teased.
Lucky gave her a feral grin before reaching for his jeans. Taking out his knife, he opened the blade before grabbing Jewell and throwing her onto the bed.
Jewell immediately got on her hands and knees, giving him access to her ass.
He climbed on the bed behind her. “You’re getting as bad as Bliss, wanting to be spanked all the time.”
Lucky expertly turned the knife in his hand. If he was actually going to use his knives on her, he would have her shower first, but that wasn’t necessary for the use he intended tonight.
He reached to his nightstand then grabbed an alcohol pad and a condom. Ripping the condom open, he rolled it onto his cock before opening the alcohol pad to carefully wipe his knife. He loved this particular one with a pearl handle that he used against their clits and the wide blade that he could use as a paddle.
He brought the flat side of the blade down on her ass, and Jewell moaned as her perfect, red clit grew damp. Lucky gave her one finger as the knife repeatedly struck her ass, turning it a rosy red.
“You ready to finish sucking my dick?”
When Jewell shook her head, clutching the sheets, Lucky brought the knife down on the other ass cheek, his cock nearly bursting. Replacing the finger that had been pumping inside her with his dick, he rammed his cock in her to the hilt, and a scream filled the room.
“Fuck me!” Jewell chanted over and over while he thrust his cock inside of her as he kept spanking her with his knife. Once her ass glowed red, he threw the knife at the headboard, burying the tip into the dark wood while
he buried his cock in Jewell’s clenching pussy as she came.
Feeling her climax, he let himself come, ramming his cock into her over and over until his own orgasm was played out.
Jewell dropped to the mattress, shuddering, and Lucky got off the bed.
“Where you going?” Jewell mumbled.
“To take a shower.” Lucky reached for her ankle, dragging her across the bed.
Her eyes went to his still-hard cock. “You’re not done?”
Lucky opened his nightstand, taking out the leather pouch. Slowly, he opened it, showing the glinting blades.
“Go get in the shower and get the water warm for me while I get the bed ready.”
Jewell practically ran into the bathroom as Lucky went to the cabinet to get what else he would need, taking out rope and a blindfold. The knives in the pouch had already been cleaned and readied for when he wanted to use them.
When he had everything just as he wanted, he opened the bedroom door before walking toward the bathroom, hearing the water running and wishing it was another woman waiting for him impatiently.
His hand went to the doorknob, pressing his forehead on the closed door.
“Willa.” Lucky let her name slip from his mouth, his cock swelling in reaction. He wanted to hit his fist against the door in frustration at the inability to exorcise her from his mind. Instead, he straightened, opening the door and going inside.
“What took you so long?” Jewell asked when he stepped into the shower.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a male figure enter the bathroom. As Jewell’s eyes went over his shoulder, seeing Moon, she started shaking under the warm water.
Lucky gave her a menacing smile. “Ready to play?”
Chapter 8
Willa held Chrissy and Caroline’s hands tightly as she walked across the gym floor, showing them the booths that had been set up for October Fest. Winter had done a fantastic job of transforming the large space in her fundraising efforts for the alternative school.
“Can I go with my friends?” Charlie asked from where he had been trailing behind them.
She let go of Caroline’s hand long enough to reach into her purse and hand Charlie some money.