Lucky's Choice (The Last Riders 7)

The room went silent. She thought she might have heard a shuffle then a loud grunt before the door was slammed shut. Then she heard the distinct sound of a lock clicking into place.

Willa relaxed against the wall, sensing Rider was gone.

Lucky’s French-accented voice whispered in her ear, “Don’t look so pleased with yourself. How do you

know he’s really gone? Maybe he’s standing beside the door to guard it from my crewmembers who want to steal away the beautiful woman I captured.” His words cast doubt on whether Rider had left. Only knowing her husband as well as she did calmed her fears. Plus, he won points for calling her beautiful.

“Don’t move. Stay completely still,” he ordered again.

Willa held her breath. She was rapidly learning that, when he ordered her not to move, something was getting cut. She felt the blunt side of the knife on her skin as he cut upward, severing the strap on her shoulder. A second later, she felt the other one cut, and the top slipped to her waist. The blunt side of the knife ran along the length of her leg before then cutting the shorts off her body. Her stomach quivered when she felt the blade against her as the remains of her top fell away. Willa released her pent-up breath.

“Captain Francois, you’re going to owe me a new pair of pajamas and a robe.”

* * *

Lucky grinned, glad she couldn’t see his amusement. Quietly, he turned, going to the nightstand and replacing the sharp knife before taking out one he had spent hours sharpening when he had bought a new set of knives. He had thrown away the set he had used on other women. No equipment he had used on another woman would ever touch the skin of his wife.

He slid out another knife that was an exact match to the one he had just replaced except for one difference. He had used a scouring pad to blunt the blade. He had checked it a dozen times before, but he still slid it across the palm of his hand to make sure it was completely dull and there were no nicks in the metal to scratch her skin.

He picked up a cigarette lighter, placing it in his tight leather pants. Rider wasn’t the only one who needed to quit eating Willa’s cookies.

He silently walked back toward Willa, releasing the blindfold. Willa gasped as he took out the lighter, holding it underneath the blade for several minutes, then turned it over, doing the same on the other side, repeatedly flipping the knife. Then Lucky tucked the lighter back into his pocket before using his free hand to tug the blindfold back up.

Silently, he moved away again. Reaching into the glass of ice water, he took out a couple of the melting ice cubes, placing them in his mouth. Before placing the knife in the ice water, he took out another blunted knife that he had placed in there before Willa had come out of the bathroom. Running the knife across the palm of his hand, he felt the cold metal then crossed the floor to Willa and began to show his wife just how sensual his knife play could be.

“Don’t move.”

Willa tensed. He heard her breath catch again as he pressed the blunted edge of the knife against the side of her breast, watching as the water that had been clinging to the blade caressed her flesh while it slid downward, making a path toward her stomach to cling to the mound of her pussy.

“You’re wet for me, aren’t you, siren?”

“Yes.”

Lucky slid his finger through the damp lips of her pussy, rubbing her moist clit before removing his hand. He then bent his head, taking her peaked nipple into his mouth and rubbing it with his cold tongue. Her breath hissed when he sucked it in again, and Lucky ran the edge of his teeth against her cold nipple.

His finger returned to her pussy, rubbing through her slit again, letting his palm press down on her clit. He switched breasts, sucking her other nipple in his mouth, teasing the tip until it stood out in a hard nub. Using his tongue, he pressed it against the roof of his mouth until he felt her knees buckle. Then he stepped back.

Using the blunt tip of the knife, he traced the line of her thigh and then across her belly, watching as goose bumps rose on her flesh.

“Is that with desire or fear?”

Willa licked her bottom lip. “Desire.”

“Who’s your master?”

“You are,” Willa moaned, arching her hips, showing that she wanted his hands back.

He was going to give her more than she anticipated.

Unbuttoning his pants, he released his aching cock then nudged her feet apart with his booted foot and placed his cock at her wet opening, thrusting hard inside of her. He buried his face against her breasts as his cock slid into her as if begging for more. He gave her every inch he had, rising onto the toes of his boots to give her more than he had ever before.

Her legs lifted, wrapping around his waist as he fucked her like the pirate she wanted him to be. He wasn’t rough with her, but neither was he gentle, making sure the leather of his pants rubbed against the inside of her thighs, and the leather vest scraped against her tender nipples.

“Come with me, siren. Show me you can keep my bed warm on the cold nights at sea and serve all the needs I desire from you.”

“Francois!” Willa screamed as her orgasm hit, her body stretched from the metal chains.

As the erotic intensity on her face captured his lust, Lucky came, grinding his orgasm out in his wife as her cries filled the room.

When they both quit shaking and Lucky didn’t feel as if his own knees were going to buckle from the ecstasy he had just experienced, he unchained Willa, removing her blindfold.

He pointed the knife at her. “I’m only releasing you because of the pleasure you’ve given me. Anger me and I’ll chain you back up until you plead for me to release you.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” Willa teased, letting him pull her to him then laying her head on his shoulder.

“It’s a promise.”

“I love you, husband.”

“I love you, wife. Let’s go take a shower. By then, I’ll be able to show you how those sheets feel on a tender ass.”

Willa walked to the bathroom then turned back as he was replacing his knife in the leather pouch.

“The next time I make frosting, I might let you have some.”

* * *

“Is Willa all right?” Lily asked as she and Shade walked through the backdoor with a wiggling John held securely in his father’s arms. “She almost ran us down with those boxes she was carrying.”

Lucky’s lips twitched. “She’s fine. She was late to help Genny set up for the Forrester’s wedding, and she hates being late.”

“That wasn’t what it sounded like to me.” Shade bent over, placing John in a highchair. It should seem out of place in the motorcycle club, but strangely, it wasn’t. Lucky prayed one of his children would be the next to use it.

“She was muttering something about freaking pirates.”

Lucky felt Shade’s quizzical gaze as Shade poured himself and Lily both coffee. Lucky was able to keep his expression impassive, but Rider sat, glowering from his chair at the table.

“Everyone must be having a bad day.” Shade sat down at the table, observing Rider. “What’s wrong with you? Someone steal one of your motorcycles?”

“Is Rider angry he couldn’t have one of those cupcakes Willa was carrying?” Lily asked.

“That’s it, exactly.” Lucky laughed at the glowering brother.

“I’m going to go find Jewell. Tell Willa I better see some peanut butter candy when I come down to dinner.” Rider stood up in a huff and was about to leave the room when Shade’s voice stopped him.

“Jewell’s at work and so are the rest of the women. Not everyone took a long lunch today like you and Lucky did. Whatever you’re packing will have to wait until they get off this afternoon.”

Lucky braced himself at the expression on Rider’s face. It wasn’t often the brother’s temper came out, but when it did, it made Willa’s look like a tornado in a bottle, while Rider’s were of hurricane proportion, leaving a path of destruction that took days to clean up.

“Tell Willa she better put extra peanut butter on my candy,” Rider snarled, leaving the kitchen with the door swinging angrily behind him.

Lucky didn’t have time to relax, and Lily was still sitting with her mouth open when Rider barged back into the kitchen, going to the counter and picking up the sword he had left behind, shooting Lucky

a vindictive look before leaving the room with another swoosh of the kitchen door.

“Was that a sword?” Lily’s voice trembled in fear.

“No,” both Shade and Lucky answered at the same time.

The room grew quiet except for John playing with the small motorcycle that Shade had given him.

Lucky cleared his throat, broaching the subject that had been tearing at his conscious. “I talked to Beth a couple of days ago, but I haven’t had a chance to talk with you yet. I would have never married Beth unless—”

Lily raised her hand, stopping his next words. “I was going to leave Shade when Brooke threatened him. I can’t imagine you living with Bridge’s threats for years. You’re the one who guided Razer toward Beth. I know you, and you would never have done anything to make Beth unhappy, just like I always knew you would be my pastor again,” Lily said happily.

“Really? And how did you know that? I didn’t even know it myself,” he said wryly.

“I never lost faith,” she said simply. “You were always there for me, even when you left the church. You gave of yourself to everyone in town. You started a donation drive to fix the football field, went to the hospital twice a week to visit the sick patients, and if anyone lost a relative, you were the first one there by their side. You were also the one who organized the clean-up in town to help when homes were destroyed during the storm. Being a pastor is being more than standing behind a pulpit; it’s standing beside the parishioners in their time of need. You were always there anytime I needed you, not only as a pastor, but as a friend.”

Lucky lowered his head, looking down at the floor. “Lily, when I stepped away from the church, I did things no pastor should do…”

“Romans 12:2 ‘Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind.’ You needed time to find out what God’s will was for you.”

Lucky’s hand went to the bridge of his nose, pressing hard to regain his composure. Lily, with one quote, had healed the last open, raw wound in his soul.

When he was sure he wouldn’t break in front of Shade, he walked forward to Lily’s chair, crouching down and taking her hand in his.

“You have the soul of an angel; do you know that?”