“Well”—Lily stood up and took a five out of her wallet, placed it in the register, and then reached in the display case, taking out two vanilla cupcakes and handing one to Willa—“you might get the answer you don’t want, or you might find out there was nothing to be afraid of.”
“I’m afraid it will be the former,” Willa said, taking a bite of the cupcake.
“I was, too. Once, I asked Shade a question I was afraid of the answer to. It took me a long time to work my courage up, and I got the answer I didn’t want.”
“What happened?”
Lily stared her directly in the eye. “I realized I wasn’t as afraid of the answer as I thought I would be. The most important part of marriage is trust, and if I give Shade that, then any answer he gives me doesn’t matter.”
Willa licked frosting off her bottom lip. “How did it work out?”
Lily gave her a mysterious smile. “It was the best decision I ever made.”
* * *
Willa walked into the clubhouse at four-twenty. Her hesitation evaporated when she found the room empty. She was about to go in search of Lucky in the kitchen when she heard someone coming down the steps.
“Lucky’s upstairs in my room. We’ve been working on getting payroll taxes done,” Viper told her.
“Okay.” Willa started toward the kitchen.
“You can go on up if you want. I’m leaving to meet Winter. She’s having a get-together for new students who are entering school in the fall.”
“I don’t want to disturb him if he’s working.”
“He’ll be glad for the break. We’ve been at it since this morning.”
Willa frowned. “Did he eat lunch?”
“Yes, ma’am. Stori made us lunch.”
That statement didn’t make her any happier.
“I’ll go up and check if he needs anything.” Willa moved hesitantly around Viper. Next to Shade, he made her the most nervous. He was better humored than Shade, but some deep sense of caution within her warned that it could change as suddenly as the weather.
“You do that. It’s the last door at the end of the hall.” Viper left while she was mentally debating if she should start coming home for lunch.
As she was going up the stairs, Bliss was coming down in a little black skirt that was bouncy. She also wore only a tiny, black bra that had a dangling charm that swung against her tiny stomach. Therefore, Willa was able to see more of the blonde bombshell than she ever wanted to see.
“Hello, Bliss.” Willa moved to the side of the staircase so she could pass.
Bliss shot her a hateful glance, brushing past her without a word. Willa didn’t understand the mean looks Bliss had been treating her to. The woman had always been friendly to her in the past. However, ever since she had moved in, she had either avoided her or left it unspoken that Willa had done something to offend her.
Willa went down the hallway to the open bedroom door, seeing Lucky sitting at a desk against the wall.
“Hey, siren.”
“Does Bliss not like my coffee?”
“I don’t know, why?”
“Because, from the way she treats me, I’m beginning to believe she thinks I spit in it,” Willa remarked, trying not to show her feelings had been hurt.
Lucky frowned, leaning back in his chair. “I’ll talk to her.”
“No, I don’t need you to. I’ll ask myself when I get the chance.”
“Fine, but if I see her treat you rudely, then I’ll deal with her.”
“Don’t you dare. It will just make it worse.”
Lucky’s frown deepened. “Has she said anything to you?”
“No! She just gives me dirty looks, so what can you say to her? ‘Willa doesn’t like the way you’re looking at her’?”
“No, I’d say cut it out, or your ass is out the door.” Lucky’s firm tone told her he would do just that.
“You can’t do that. The club is her home more than it’s mine.” Willa was unaware of what she had revealed with her hasty response.
Lucky turned his chair to the side, tugging her down onto his lap. “This is your home just as much as Bliss’s.”
“I know that.” Smiling, she patted his chest when she saw he was becoming angry with her. She wiggled on his lap so she could see what he had been working on, seeing the tax forms and a business credit card sitting next to the computer.
“Did it hurt?” she asked mischievously.
“Not too bad,” Lucky replied. “You have a habit of changing the subject to keep from having an argument.”
“I don’t like to get in arguments; someone always gets their feelings hurt.”
Lucky’s hand went to the nape of her neck. “You mean you usually get your feelings hurt?”
“Yes.”
“Siren, sometimes arguments can be good. I need to introduce you to make-up sex.”
“That only works if I get in a fight with you,” Willa teased. “What if I get in a fight with someone else?”
“Depends on who it is.”
Willa hit Lucky on his chest and started to jump off his lap.
“Settle down. I was only teasing you back.” Lucky pinned her legs by trapping them between his. He reached on the desk for the credit card, twirling it in his fingers. “I see you had a busy day.”
Willa looked down at her top where his eyes had dropped. She had made chocolate-covered strawberries for a client’s girlfriend, and the chocolate had managed to become splattered across her top and the flesh above.
“I made two dozen chocolate strawberries.”
“Did any make it onto the strawberries?”
“I only taste-tested a few.”
“Umm-hmm.”
Lucky turned the credit card to the side, and Willa trembled as he pressed the edge of the card to her skin. When he slid it under the chocolate speck, removing it from her flesh, the blunt edge stirred a sudden passion in her she hadn’t experience yet. Then Lucky slid the card to the base of her throat, holding it against her strumming pulse.
Lucky put his mouth against her ear. “Are you wet, siren?”
Her pussy clenched in need. “The door’s open.”
“Do you know what that means around here?”
Willa didn’t shake her head with the card pressing against her. “No.” She licked her bottom lip.
“It means anyone can come in and watch.”
As her eyes widened at his answer, the card glided along her skin, down the cleft of her breasts. Lucky used the card to flip her top back, show
ing the curve of her breasts before he moved it toward the sensitive pink areola that the tiny bra didn’t cover. Willa shivered as the blunt edge pressed down, and then she wiggled her ass down on the bulge that was becoming hard under her.
“Raise your dress and show me your pussy,” Lucky ordered.
The tone in his voice had her wanting to deny him just to see what he would do, and the thought shocked Willa to her core. Her fantasies that she rarely let escape during the middle of the night were trying to do exactly that during the light of day.
“Do you want to serve my needs? I need to see your pussy.” The aching desire in his voice had her hands going to her dress, inching the hem upward inch by inch.
“That’s my siren. I can see you’re wet. Do you want me to touch you?”
“Yes,” Willa moaned.
Lucky flicked the credit card onto the desk as his hand slid under the top of her panties. He found her wet pussy, sinking a finger deep inside of her as his other finger rubbed along her slit.
“This is another reason I call you siren—because you’re always wet for me. Your pussy calls to me. Do you want to know what it says?”
Willa arched as he finger fucked her into a frenzy, escalating the fire inside of her without quenching the need that was taking her over.
“It’s says, fuck me.”
Voices in the hallway snapped Willa out of her lust-induced haze and she wiggled off Lucky’s lap, nearly crying out at the emptiness. Before he could stop her, she ran out of the bedroom, coming to a stop at the head of the steps, panting as if she had run a mile instead of a few feet.
The party had begun while she was upstairs with Lucky, but she had been so under his spell she hadn’t even heard someone turn the music on. Several members were dancing, others were standing around drinking, and a few were having sex.
Willa gripped the handrail, her nails digging into the wood. She felt the dampness between her thighs increase as she watched the uninhibited way Stori pulled off Moon’s T-shirt, showing his tanned skin that had several tattoos. He reached out to play with Stori’s nipple as a hand on her stomach pushed her backward into Rider, and then all three of them moved seductively to the music.