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.
*
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?”