Lucky's Choice (The Last Riders #7)

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.