“It will be easier on him to get over you if he’s not alone with you. It’s hard to be around you and not fantasize about these tits.”
“You’re crude and wrong,” Willa snapped. If she wasn’t so darn close to coming, she would get down and show her husband that he couldn’t tell her … Another small scream pasted her lips shut when he bit down on the nipple in his mouth.
“Do you want to make me jealous?”
She gaped at him in dismay. The thought that Lucky could possibly be jealous of Dustin had to be a joke.
“Willa?” Lucky’s cock slid to a stop inside of her.
“I’m thinking,” she snapped. “Truthfully, the thought that you could be jealous of another man over me…” Willa began giggling. “It’s kind of cool.”
“Willa, did you like it the last time I spanked that ass?”
“No … You know I don’t deal well with pain.”
“Then I suggest I don’t find you alone with Dustin again.”
“Okay … There’s no reason to become angry.”
“Willa, shut up and fuck me.”
“Are you going to stay mad at me?”
“I’m not mad,” he ground out, clenching his teeth.
“You look mad,” she said dubiously.
“I’m not. It’s just kind of hard to carry on a conversation when I’m trying not to come.”
“Oh.” Her hands slid to his shoulder as she thrust her hips up at him. “Is that better?” she cooed playfully before going pale when she heard him open the utensil drawer again. Her pussy clenched on Lucky’s cock while she tried to remember if the knives were within his reach.
“What are you do-doing?”
“My damn belt is caught in the drawer,” Lucky told her, finally jerking his belt free.
Willa gave a sigh of relief. Darn it, Killyama had made her paranoid with her snarky comment on Saw.
Willa froze on the counter. “How did Killyama know you used knives when you had sex with women?”
Lucky stiffened on top of her.
“Get off.” Willa pounded her fists on his chest.
Lucky grabbed her hands, pulling them over her head. “Listen to me!”
“You had sex with Killyama!”
“God, no!”
She stopped struggling at his horrified reaction.
“Then how did she know?”
“Do we have to talk about this now?”
“Yes.”
“A while back, Fat Louise got herself into some trouble in Mexico. Killyama asked for The Last Riders’ help to get her out, and we agreed.”
“I love Fat Louise. I’m so glad you offered to help.”
“It was my idea.”
“That’s so sweet.” Willa wrapped her arms back around him.
“I thought so,” he agreed arrogantly. “Anyway, it was decided we were going to leave early in the morning, and to save time, Killyama spent the night at the clubhouse while we went over the plans. My part was mainly getting the approval of both governments and doing recon.
“After our meeting, Rider was supposed to keep an eye on her.” His expression became pained as he confessed what happened next. “She was supposed to sleep in the main clubroom on the couch, but apparently, if the noises are loud enough, they can be heard downstairs in the clubroom. Killyama heard some”—Lucky cleared his throat—“and came upstairs to investigate with her fucking pistol in her hand. I still say she did it deliberately just to see what was going on and make sure it wasn’t Train.”
“I don’t have to guess what she saw, do I?”
“No,” Lucky admitted. “She went psycho on me. That bitch didn’t need our help to get Fat Louise out; she could have done it herself. She damn near broke my hand before Jewell could scream at her that we were doing a scene.”
Willa maliciously enjoyed seeing Lucky’s face turn a bright red as he struggled to find the right words to give her an explanation.
“A scene or play is where you can enjoy fantasies in a safe environment with limits.”
“Limits?”
“Yes. Like, I use knives, but don’t cut. It’s about erotic play.”
“Oh.” Willa still couldn’t imagine becoming aroused with someone holding a knife to her, but she could understand how each person had their own fantasies. Lucky had figured prominently in most of hers. With that thought, her own face blushed a betraying red.
Lucky stared down at her, his interest caught. “Want to tell me what your fantasy is?”
Willa laughed, shaking her head. “Maybe after we’ve been married a few years. Finish telling me what happened with Killyama.”
“There’s nothing else to tell. I was mad as hell at being interrupted at gunpoint, and my hand hurt like fuck. I told her to get out or sit on the couch and watch. It wasn’t one of my better moments.” He winced when she hit him on his shoulder. “Don’t worry; Killyama paid me back. She told me to shove my knife up my ass, and if she heard another scream coming from my room, she would shoot and ask questions later.”
Willa tried not to grin. “She was a little harsh,” she lied, crossing her fingers at the same time she wrapped her legs around his waist then ran her hands down his back soothingly. The woman had probably hurt Lucky’s feelings when she had threatened him.
“I didn’t blame her. I shouldn’t have been a smartass. But it was a big knife.”
She kissed his jawline. “She still didn’t need to be so … graphic.” She began wiggling her hips again to make him move.
“I don’t think I’m in the mood anymore,” Lucky said grumpily.
“Let me see if I can help you find it again.”
Chapter 28
Lucky parked his SUV in The Last Riders’ parking lot. “We’re here.”
Willa held her cookie jar tighter against her chest, pasting a smile on her face.
Lucky turned to her, taking her hand in his. “We don’t have to do this, siren. We can live in your house.” It was the thousandth time he had made sure that she was willing to move. Even after he had told the deacons that he was leaving and had found a new pastor for the church, he had wanted to make sure she wasn’t having second thoughts.
“I want to give it a try. Besides, it’s only until your house is built. As soon as Douglas is finished with my house, he can start on our new house.”
“Douglas isn’t going to be doing our house.”
“Why not? He’s an excellent contractor.”
“I’m not disagreeing with you. When I texted him to set up a meeting to discuss him taking the job, he told me he already has another job lined up. I thought you would prefer to find someone who could start right away.”
“I would,” Willa admitted.
The sound of someone banging on her window had her jumping. She rolled her glass down.
“You two going to sit here all day, or are you going to get out?” Rider gave her a welcoming smile as he opened the door for her.
Willa climbed out, seeing most of the clubhouse had come out to greet them.
After Lucky went to the back of the
SUV, raising the hatch, everyone reached in to help pack the last of their belongings up to the clubhouse. The men had moved everything else the day before.
Razer and Viper took the larger boxes, and Knox took Lucky’s two large suitcases. Willa went to pick up her make-up bag, but Jewell took it from her hand.
“Let me help.” She shook the travel case gently. “That perfume you always wear in here?”
“Yes,” Willa answered, not liking the gleam in the other woman’s eyes.
“Cool.” She left before Willa could ask why she wanted to know.
“There any cookies in that jar?” Rider asked.
“Yes. I made them this morning.”
“I’ll pack it up the steps for you.”
“Be careful. That’s my grandmother’s jar.”
“I’ll be careful,” he promised, passing Lucky and Train who were struggling to get a shelving unit out.
“Aren’t you going to help?” Lucky asked.
“I am,” Rider responded, lifting the lid of the cookie jar to take out a cookie then taking a large bite. “Oatmeal raisin, my favorite.” He went up the steps, shoving the rest of the cookie in his mouth.
“I’m going to kick his ass,” Lucky threatened.
“Don’t worry. We’ve got all this,” Train grunted.
“He’s going to eat all the cookies before I can get up there,” Lucky complained.
Willa watched as the men unloaded the rest of their belongings, not knowing what to do. Lucky and Train were walking up the pathway to the side of the clubhouse where they would go down the side door into the basement. Lucky had told her they would be taking the large bedroom in the basement until their house could be built.
She decided not to tag along with the men. Going up the steps, she braced herself before opening the door. They didn’t have sex out in the open during the day, did they? Willa wished she had asked Lucky that question before she came in by herself, but thankfully, the front room was empty.
“Thank you, Lord. If you could give me a couple of days before…” Willa trailed off, unsure whether it was appropriate to ask God not to let her see any of the members have sex until she grew used to living in the house. Then she worried that God could hear her thoughts. She decided to add that question to her list—if He could hear their thoughts.