Willa gasped. “I didn’t insult you.”
“So, you admit you insulted yourself after I have told you repeatedly not to? You think I can’t handle my bike with my woman on it?”
“No.” She was aghast that he thought she was putting down his skill.
“Good, then let’s go.”
Willa didn’t know what to do, but she darn sure didn’t want to embarrass herself with her ass half hanging off the motorcycle. .
He was pulling her up the side steps when she broke and began crying helplessly. “I don’t want to go.”
Her husband stopped on the top step, staring down at her with a frown. “I know what’s going on here, Willa, and it’s really pissing me off.”
“No, you don’t—”
“You’re comparing yourself to other women you’ve seen on my bike.”
Well, hell, maybe he did.
“Willa, do you think you’re the only woman I could marry or fuck?” His stern expression demanded her answer.
“Of course not. Most of the women in town would leave their husbands for you, and there’s not a single woman at church who wouldn’t give her soul to be with you,” Willa said dejectedly.
“So when I married you, didn’t that tell you anything?” he asked angrily.
Willa’s eyes widened as she stared at him. “I thought you fell in love with my personality.”
Lucky’s hand tightened on the banister. “That was a part of it. I fell in love with each part of you: your tits, your ass, your thighs, especially when you clench them around me when I’m fucking you.”
“Shh … I get the message.”
“Can we go for a ride now?”
“Yes, but I’ve never ridden before,” Willa said apprehensively.
Lucky gave her a smile that no pastor should ever give. “Don’t worry, siren. It’s not the first time I’ve taught you to ride.”
*
The motorcycle ride tonight turned out to be beyond her wildest dreams. They rode through the mountains then headed toward Jamestown. At first, Lucky drove conservatively, riding in the middle of the other bikers. As she began to get more comfortable on the back of his bike, he increased his speed, and the other bikers matched him.
She noticed the men with women at their backs rode in the middle of the large group, the lone bikers taking the front and back, except for Viper, who led the group with Winter at his back.
When they reached Jamestown, Viper motioned for them to stop at a gas station. Lucky pulled to a gas pump at the end, and as he pumped, she couldn’t help watching the smooth way his body moved.
He placed the cap back onto the gas tank. “Like what you see?”
“Did anyone ever tell you that you’re a little conceited?” she asked with a grin.
“My wife does every now and then.” He smiled, bending down to give her a quick kiss before getting back on the bike.
“How come the women ride in the middle?” Willa asked curiously.
“Protection. The bikes in the back stay a certain distance from the bikes in the middle, keeping cars off our tail. The bikes in the front alert us to the danger ahead.”
“Viper and Winter are up front.”
“Because Viper’s the president, and Winter’s his old lady.”
“Winter doesn’t mind being called an old lady?”
“It’s not meant as an insult; it’s a sign of respect. You’re an old lady now.”
“What do you call an old lady that’s old?”
Lucky grinned at her over his shoulder. “A real fucking old lady.”
Willa laughed, wrapping her arms around his waist.
Lucky’s expression turned serious. “Are you having fun?”
“Yes. I can see how it can be addicting. There’s nothing like it, is there?”
“No, there isn’t.”
When Viper and the others began lining up to pull back onto the road, Lucky tapped the helmet she had taken off while he fueled his bike. “Back on.”
Willa made a face. “Can’t I just hold it on the way back? You aren’t wearing one.”
“Your ass isn’t on my bike unless you have one on.”
“Maybe Rider will let me ride with him to see what it’s like without one,” she joked then wished she hadn’t when Lucky’s expression went cold.
“You never ride on anyone’s bike but mine.”
“Why? The women switched bikes when we stopped. I don’t—”
“Did you see any of the old ladies switch?”
Now that she thought about it, she hadn’t. “I was just joking.”
“Riding on another brother’s bike is considered cheating unless you have my permission.”
Willa started to get upset at the chauvinistic attitude. “Do other women members get to ride with men who have old ladies?”
“It depends on if he wants her to.”
“That doesn’t sound very fair to me.”
“Biker clubs aren’t—”
“Fair. I know. I’ve been told that before by someone else,” she snapped, putting on her helmet. “Asshole.”
“Did you say something?”