“Who are you calling?”
Shade looked up. “Knox. We’re going to need more cars.”
Chapter 14
“Why are we at the church? I don’t feel like asking for forgiveness right now.”
“You will in the morning,” Lucky muttered, unlocking the side entrance that led to the part of the church he had moved back into when he had become pastor again.
When the church had been built, the back portion had been designed for the pastor and his family to live. If you came inside the side entrance, you wouldn’t assume it was attached to the church, but it was a large home.
Willa stumbled in the darkness before he could flip the light switch on. Lucky closed the door with his foot before sweeping Willa into his arms.
She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck. “It’s too soon to carry me over the threshold. Be careful or you’ll throw your back out.”
“Stop.”
Willa pouted up at him, seeing his stern expression. “Are you mad at me for getting drunk?”
“For getting drunk, no. I get mad when you put yourself down. I’ve told you not to do it in front of me.”
“I’m sorry. Don’t be mad at me.” She laid her head on his shoulder, patting his chest.
The woman was irresistible when she was drunk because her guard was lowered, showing the real Willa. She had cracked jokes and sang as he had driven the bitches back to Jamestown. Stud had met him halfway and Willa had hung out the door, waving good-bye to them and asking Stud if Sex Piston had been a virgin when they were married. Sex Piston had put her own window down, yelling at Willa to shut the fuck up before she got out and whipped her ass. Then Willa had thrown the woman air kisses, reminding her she had promised to cut her hair.
Lucky had driven off while the women were still yelling back and forth to each other. There was no way he was going to make the same mistake Razer and Shade had made and allow Willa to become friends with the biker bitches. He was going to nip that one in the bud.
“Where are we going? I need to get home to the kids.”
“You would wake them up, and I didn’t think you’d want your neighbor to see you in this condition.” Lucky walked down the hallway, easily carrying her weight.
He opened one of the spare bedrooms, placing Willa down on the bed. As she stared up at him in bemusement, Lucky felt his dick getting hard. The woman was cute as hell when she was sober; drunk, she had a seductive look he had never seen on her before. Apparently, being drunk gave Willa a lethal amount of confidence that Lucky was smart enough to know would be hard to resist if he stayed much longer.
“Go to sleep.” Lucky gritted his teeth, heading for the door. He was getting sick and tired of protecting her from himself. Hell, he had never pretended to be a saint.
“Night.”
He made the mistake of turning around at her slurred parting and saw that she was still lying in the same position he had laid her down in. Her legs were half off the bed, and she was lying sideways.
“Dammit!” Lucky turned back, bending down next to the bed. He took off her shoes then lifted her again and laid her back down until her head lay on a pillow.
“Thank you.”
Lucky straightened, his aching balls killing him. “Do you have to be so polite all the time?”
Willa’s drunken stare became angry. “You’re a mean asshole; do you know that?”
Lucky burst out laughing, which made Willa even angrier. She rose up into a sitting position and threw her pillow at him.
“It’s the truth!”
Lucky didn’t try to dodge the pillow, letting it fall to the floor. “Is that so?”
“Hell yes! You’re as mean as Curt Dawkins, and I hate him. He’s always trying to touch me when no one is around.”
Lucky didn’t know what made him more pissed: that Curt was touching Willa or being compared to the man Jo had accused of raping her in high school.
“Rider’s much nicer to me. He makes me feel pretty. Even that new biker at your club is nice to me. He bought me a cup of coffee the other day when I dropped my delivery off at the diner.”
“Did he?”
Willa nodded. “He’s very nice.”
The backstabbing brother was going to get his boot up his ass the next time he saw him.
“And you know what? He’s better-looking than you. You know why?”
“Why don’t you tell me,” Lucky answered, his voice going lethally quiet. However, Willa was too drunk to notice the warning signs that would have sent the other brothers running.
Lucky almost never lost control of his temper, but when he did, no one ever forgot. He had only really lost his temper twice in his life, and both men were dead.
Willa unwisely nodded her head vehemently. “His grey eyes make you think he’s undressing you.” Willa sighed.
“He’s a horn-dog.”
“Really?” The interest in Willa’s eyes deepened.
“You need to lie down and go to sleep. Now.”