Last Riders: Lucky's Choice Part 35

From his frown, she didn't think he did, but she didn't pry. Douglas was a nice man who liked his privacy and didn't pry into other's business, so she saw nothing wrong with extending the same courtesy.

He was almost out the front door when she caught up with him. "I boxed you up a couple of cupcakes."

"Oh, thanks." He nodded at Dustin who had followed Willa into the hallway. "It was nice meeting you."

"You, too," Dustin said, holding out his hand. "I wouldn't eat any more of those if you're driving," he joked.

Willa thought she heard Douglas say, "No s.h.i.+t."

After the door was closed, she turned to Dustin. "Did he say...?"

"He said they were a little too sweet."

"Really? Then maybe I should cut back some on the sugar," Willa mused aloud as they walked back into the kitchen.

"You do that, add a touch more bourbon, and you'll have a winner."

"You think so?"

"Yeah. When you make them, text me. I'll taste-test them for you again."

Willa smiled, refilling his coffee cup. "You didn't wear your suit I bought you today."

Dustin lost his happy expression. "No, you said Lucky wasn't going to be here today. I still don't see what would have been wrong with jeans and a T-s.h.i.+rt." He smoothed down his T-s.h.i.+rt with 'I Dig' and a picture of a plant. Willa thought it might be a picture of cannabis, but she couldn't be sure.

"It's not exactly professional," she said delicately, not wanting to hurt his feelings. "Lucky is my husband. I want him to have confidence in you."

"Did it work?"

"Oh, yes." Willa nodded happily. "You were amazing. I knew you would be."

Dustin flushed, staring up at her, and she went to put the coffee pot up then turned when she heard Dustin greet Lucky.

Once Lucky came to the counter, pulling her into his arms and kissing her breathless, she had to hold onto the counter as he released her.

"How are you doing tonight, Dustin?" Lucky asked, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"I've been better," he said, picking up his briefcase.

"Did you eat too many cupcakes?" Willa asked in concern.

"No, I skipped dinner. Too many sweets on an empty stomach, I guess." His expression was downcast.

"I should have asked. I'm so sorry. I could make you a sandwich if you want." She placed her hand on his arm in sympathy.

He seemed about to accept then changed his mind, looking at Lucky over her shoulder. "That's okay. It's Greer's turn to cook. I'm sure there are plenty of leftovers."

"It wouldn't take me long."

"No, don't bother. I'll see you in a couple of days, Willa."

She started to follow him out but Lucky walked by her, following him, so Willa began doing the dishes. She didn't have many, because she liked to do them as she used them.

"Why don't you use the dishwasher?" Lucky asked, coming back into the room.

"I didn't have enough dishes to do a full load."

He pulled her into his arms. "You could just stack them in the dishwasher until you have a full load."

"I don't like dirty dishes sitting around. My mother always told me a wife is supposed to keep a clean house."

"Willa, I've told you that's an old-fas.h.i.+oned concept. I can help with the ch.o.r.es. When we move into the clubhouse in two days, you'll have to get used to the ch.o.r.es being split up among the members."

Her eyes darkened in worry. "Does that mean I can't cook you breakfast every morning?"

Lucky sighed. "Siren, what is it with you cooking breakfast every morning? I do know how to make myself a bowl of cereal."

"I want you to be healthy, and breakfast is the most important meal of the day."

Lucky slid his hands to her b.u.t.t. "I know one that's more important." He lifted her up until her legs wrapped around his waist. Then he turned, setting her on the metal counter.

"What?"

"Snack time."

Willa laughed. "Snack time isn't a meal."

"Oh, yes, it is." His mouth kissed the base of her throat as he unb.u.t.toned her faded pink blouse, pulling it off.

She was wearing a new lace bra that she had found on sale, and the cups barely covered her nipples.

"I could come just from staring at your t.i.ts." He pulled her b.r.e.a.s.t.s out of the bra before laying her back on the counter next to the cupcakes. He tugged off her jeans and tennis shoes.

"Someone could come in," Willa whispered.

"I locked the door when Dustin left."

She heard him opening a drawer next to her where the utensils were kept, and her heart stopped beating when she saw a b.u.t.ter knife in his hands.

"Lucky...?"

"I haven't had a chance to try your new flavor. Did Dustin like them?"

Willa didn't like the look in his eyes. It was making her nervous. She would have jumped down off the counter if Lucky hadn't pressed a hand down on her stomach, holding her still. He used the b.u.t.ter knife to scoop a small amount of frosting then smeared it across one nipple. She wiggled unsuccessfully while he repeated the same to the other then tossed the knife into the sink.

The cold metal at her back made her s.h.i.+ver as her hands curled over the edge of the counter. Lucky unzipped his jeans, pulling out his hard c.o.c.k. Then he gave a satisfied smile as he swiped his thumb over her c.l.i.t, and she knew her arrogant husband was gloating to himself that she was already damp.

She was antic.i.p.ating him to build her desire higher. As a result, the shock of his sudden entry had her arching as she adjusted to him taking her. His hard body pressed her back as he took her nipple into his mouth, licking the frosting off.

His c.o.c.k felt as hard as the steel she was trembling on, and the sensations were almost more than she could bear.

Her small scream was cut off when he caught her mouth with his. She tasted the chocolate icing on his tongue.

"Wow, I did use too much bourbon. It tastes like..." Willa lost her train of thought when he surged inside her again.

"Fire," Lucky said, licking the frosting off her other nipple.

"Fire," she murmured in agreement.

"Siren?"

"Hmm?" She lifted her glazed eyes to his.

"Do you know that Dustin's in love with you?"

Astonished, she shook her head.

Lucky nodded his head back at her. "I don't want you alone with him anymore."

His firm tone had her hackles rising. "He's not in love with me. We're friends. You're being ridiculous. He would never-"

"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 t.i.ts."

"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 c.o.c.k 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 a.s.s?"

"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 f.u.c.k 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 p.u.s.s.y clenched on Lucky's c.o.c.k while she tried to remember if the knives were within his reach.

"What are you do-doing?"

"My d.a.m.n 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 s.e.x 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 s.e.x with Killyama!"

"G.o.d, 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 f.u.c.king 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 b.i.t.c.h didn't need our help to get Fat Louise out; she could have done it herself. She d.a.m.n 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."