Last Riders: Lucky's Choice Part 44

"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 f.u.c.k 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 l.u.s.t in men."

"It sure as f.u.c.k 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, pus.h.i.+ng her until she toppled over.

"Nope, I've got you." Lucky unsnapped her jeans, tugging them off. "When I get done f.u.c.king you, you'll be a size fourteen," he boasted.

"Your d.i.c.k 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 d.i.c.k! 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 a.s.s, and her hands clenched the pillows.

"Yes."

"Lift your a.s.s."

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 a.s.s."

Willa burrowed her face in the pillow, wanting to scream at him to hurry up. Lucky was merciless in making her wait for his c.o.c.k.

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 a.s.s cheeks.

The thought sent a tingle of antic.i.p.ation through her. Every now and then when they were having s.e.x, he would smack her a.s.s. 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 a.s.sortment 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 b.u.t.t cheek, and then she felt the handle rub against her c.l.i.t. Gently, he rotated it against her c.l.i.t 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 c.o.c.k at her opening. At the same time he thrust his d.i.c.k inside of her, the palm of his hand came down on her a.s.s. 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 c.o.c.k. Unable to take it any longer, she thrust her a.s.s back at him, only to have his hand smack her other a.s.s cheek.

"I need you to go faster," Willa mumbled.

"Then ask me nicely."

"Please, please..."

His c.o.c.k plunged to the hilt in one stroke then slid back out of her p.u.s.s.y. 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 a.s.s, it made her p.u.s.s.y clench on his c.o.c.k.

It wasn't long before her p.u.s.s.y began to spasm as her o.r.g.a.s.m 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. Is that normal?"

Lucky chuckled, rolling off her. His hand gently ma.s.saged her back, brus.h.i.+ng 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 a.s.s. "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 s.e.xy.

"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 b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

"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 b.i.t.c.h's graduation party? h.e.l.l 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 s.n.a.t.c.h 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 G.o.d," 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 a.s.s; 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 impa.s.sive 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 relations.h.i.+p. 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 relations.h.i.+p, 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 s.e.x Piston, Crazy b.i.t.c.h, and Killyama were sitting at.

"About time you all got your a.s.ses here." Crazy b.i.t.c.h slung back the beer in her hand.

"Sorry, I was late finis.h.i.+ng a cake, and I took a long time getting dressed," Willa admitted.

Crazy b.i.t.c.h waved away her excuses. "That's okay. You're rockin' that dress. Want a beer?"