Last Riders: Lucky's Choice Part 8

"Since when do you care who I f.u.c.k?"

"Since you think you're going to f.u.c.k Willa."

"The Last Riders share, and you've never had a problem with it before."

"I'll share any woman you want, just not Willa. She's not ours to share," he reasoned.

"Yet," Rider broke in. "I agree with Moon. He may be able to convince her to join. He's new to town, so she may lower her guard with him."

Lucky glared at Rider's antic.i.p.atory grin.

"Never." Lucky blasted both men with a heated glare. "Besides, she's seeing someone," Lucky threw out another attempt to dissuade the two men.

Knox was standing by, watching the men impa.s.sively.

"Who?" Rider grumbled.

"Drake."

"You sure? I know they had lunch together, but I don't think they're together."

Rider's perception of the relationship between Drake and Willa loosened a knot in his stomach he had been unaware of.

Lucky shrugged. "How do I know? It's not like we're best friends."

"Good. Then it's settled." Moon slapped Rider on the back. "Sit back and watch the master at work."

Lucky frowned. "It's not going to be as easy as you think."

"Why not?"

Moon's att.i.tude toward Willa had gradually been getting on his frayed nerves, but his c.o.c.ky arrogance was the last straw. Lucky turned on his heel, he had to blink several times to clear the red mist of fury nearly blinding him. He stood in the doorway as Drake's car pulled onto the road.

"Don't worry, brother; I'll make sure you get a taste."

Moon's voice behind him released the fury that Lucky had been holding back. Without thinking, Lucky swung around.

"Willa wouldn't look at you on a good day."

"Brother, it must be my day then 'cause she was looking," Moon retorted.

"Only because I was standing in front of you. Everyone in town knows it's me she wants," Lucky ground out, trying to convince himself that Willa wouldn't be swayed by Moon.

Rider shook his head. "I don't know about that."

"Shut up." Lucky's scowl had Rider taking a step closer to Knox.

"Is that a challenge? Let's make a bet, brother. The first one who manages to get sweet t.i.ts in bed gets the pick of Rider's bikes."

"f.u.c.k no!" Rider shouted. "Why should I give up one of my bikes?"

"You getting anywhere with her?" Moon surveyed him critically.

"No," Rider admitted.

"That's why. Isn't getting that b.i.t.c.h to become a member worth giving up a bike?"

Rider's face reflected his dilemma. "s.h.i.t, if she wasn't such a good cook, I would say no. I wouldn't give one of my bikes for a hundred women, but Willa's peanut b.u.t.ter candy anytime I want it is worth a bike," he reluctantly agreed.

The chance to get one of Rider's cherished motorcycles didn't tempt Lucky, but he had no intention of standing back and watching Moon initiate Willa into the club when he had stayed away from her for her own good. There was no way he could prevent Moon from trying to go after Willa, but he could place a road block in his path.

"Fine, I'll take the bet. To make sure it's fair, none of the other brothers can get in on the bet, just you and me," Lucky stated his terms.

If the other brothers who didn't have an old lady heard that one of Rider's bikes was the prize, all the single men would be trying to get in on the bet.

"Works for me," Moon agreed with a calculating expression.

Lucky's fist connected with his cheekbone, knocking him backward and pushing several chairs over in the waiting area. Lucky then reached down and took a handful of his T-shirt, lifting him out of the chairs enough to punch him again. Knox and Rider both pulled him off the dazed man before his fist could connect a third time.

"Stop it, Lucky!" Knox yelled. "What in the f.u.c.k is wrong with you?"

Lucky shook him off. "Leveling the playing field."

After Moon was helped to his feet by Rider, spitting out blood onto the floor, Rider stared back and forth between Moon and Lucky, his body taut, waiting for the two men to go at each other. Moon sat on the chair that Knox had placed near him until the brother could regain what sense he had left.

Lucky wanted to punch Rider for agreeing to put up a motorcycle because it would only incite Moon further. Moon's bet would provide him with the woman he wanted with none of the work to actually get to know Willa.

Lying in wait for Willa at King's was the most effort Rider had put out on a woman. Usually, he sat back and let someone else lead his prey to him. As a result, Lucky wasn't worried that Rider would get near enough to Willa to seduce the woman, because he lacked the one thing that would lure Willa to his bed.

Lucky stormed from the police station before he changed his mind and taught Rider his own lesson. Reaching his bike, Lucky managed to calm his raging fury. With his hands on his handlebars, he sat facing the church that was completely dark.

"I won't be led back to you." Unconsciously, Lucky lowered his head. "For years, I've watched and waited as others lived the life I wanted. I can't live the life I would have to in order to serve You. Let me go."

Lucky raised his head, and the invisible thread that always seemed wound around him felt like it was suddenly released. Blood rushed through his veins, his heart pounding as Lucky felt the last tie holding him back evaporate. He breathed in as if his lungs were no longer constricted for the first time in years. Lucky breathed in deeply again then released it, tasting freedom on the tip of his tongue.

Starting his bike, he pulled out of the parking lot, riding away from the church without glancing back.

Chapter 7.

Lucky glanced to his side, grinning at Viper as they rode their bikes through the countryside. Decreasing his speed as they neared Treepoint, which was busy with traffic, he heard Bliss make a sound at his back. The woman loved speed.

As he brought his bike to a stop at the red light, a car pulled to a stop behind him. Looking in his mirror, he saw Willa sitting behind the wheel, her ugly minivan filled with the children she had taken in. His hands clenched his handlebars when he saw where her gaze was focused. He knew exactly because it was the same sight he had been treated to when they had first departed from the clubhouse.

Bliss was wearing a black leather halter top with a pair of low, hip-hugger blue jeans that showed the top of her a.s.s when she leaned forward to hug the rider. She had begun the trip on the back of Train's bike, but when they had stopped for lunch and returned to the bikes, she had climbed on behind him. He had almost told her to get off, but the other brothers had already peeled out.

He could imagine the thoughts going through Willa's mind, remembering Georgia's cruel comment to her about being too large to ride a bike.

The sound of Viper's accelerating engine when the light turned green had Lucky riding forward, following the president's lead, but the hurt expression on Willa's face tore at him the entire ride back to the clubhouse.

When he came to a stop, Bliss jumped off, joining the rest of the members as they went up the steep flight of steps.

"Coming?" Shade asked with his arm around Lily's shoulder, keeping her close to his side.

"No, going out for a while." Lucky backed his bike out, turning once again to the road.

He wasn't ready to go inside yet. Shade would disappear inside his home with Lily, and the rest of the crew would be ready to party. However, with Willa's reaction to Bliss heavy on his mind, he wasn't in the mood to f.u.c.k or drink.

The feelings the timid woman roused in him were harder to escape than leaving the church. The more he fought against them, the harder he was being wrenched back.

After two hours of riding, Lucky came to a stop behind a stand of trees that hid him from the sight of a solitary small house where a light shone in one of the windows. He leaned against one of the trees, watching as the sun set and darkness fell.

He was still as a statue when the front door opened before a heavily built man left the house and went down the front steps into the yard, moving to the side to pick up a bucket. Lucky watched as he went to a kennel containing the two dogs inside, his lips thinning as the dogs were fed and watered. He had observed the same scene several times, enough to know what was coming next.

After they were fed, they were released to roam the land. Bridge used the dogs to guard his property from the predators that roamed the night.

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 d.a.m.n his soul or give him solace, although Lucky wasn't sure there was a soul to save anymore. What was left had been d.a.m.ned 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 h.e.l.l, 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 f.u.c.king 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 d.i.c.k.

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 d.i.c.k.

"The only thing I want on my d.i.c.k 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 c.o.c.k, finding the drop of pre-c.u.m 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 b.a.l.l.s, 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 f.u.c.king 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 b.a.l.l.s tightened when her teeth nipped at him. She then leaned her head back despite his harsh grip, and his c.o.c.k 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 a.s.s.

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 c.o.c.k before opening the alcohol pad to carefully wipe his knife. He loved this particular one with a pearl handle that he used against their c.l.i.ts and the wide blade that he could use as a paddle.

He brought the flat side of the blade down on her a.s.s, and Jewell moaned as her perfect, red c.l.i.t grew damp. Lucky gave her one finger as the knife repeatedly struck her a.s.s, turning it a rosy red.

"You ready to finish sucking my d.i.c.k?"

When Jewell shook her head, clutching the sheets, Lucky brought the knife down on the other a.s.s cheek, his c.o.c.k nearly bursting. Replacing the finger that had been pumping inside her with his d.i.c.k, he rammed his c.o.c.k in her to the hilt, and a scream filled the room.

"f.u.c.k me!" Jewell chanted over and over while he thrust his c.o.c.k inside of her as he kept spanking her with his knife. Once her a.s.s glowed red, he threw the knife at the headboard, burying the tip into the dark wood while he buried his c.o.c.k in Jewell's clenching p.u.s.s.y as she came.

Feeling her climax, he let himself come, ramming his c.o.c.k into her over and over until his own o.r.g.a.s.m was played out.

Jewell dropped to the mattress, shuddering, and Lucky got off the bed.

"Where you going?" Jewell mumbled.

"To take a shower." Lucky reached for her ankle, dragging her across the bed.

Her eyes went to his still-hard c.o.c.k. "You're not done?"

Lucky opened his nightstand, taking out the leather pouch. Slowly, he opened it, showing the glinting blades.

"Go get in the shower and get the water warm for me while I get the bed ready."

Jewell practically ran into the bathroom as Lucky went to the cabinet to get what else he would need, taking out rope and a blindfold. The knives in the pouch had already been cleaned and readied for when he wanted to use them.

When he had everything just as he wanted, he opened the bedroom door before walking toward the bathroom, hearing the water running and wishing it was another woman waiting for him impatiently.

His hand went to the doork.n.o.b, pressing his forehead on the closed door.

"Willa." Lucky let her name slip from his mouth, his c.o.c.k swelling in reaction. He wanted to hit his fist against the door in frustration at the inability to exorcise her from his mind. Instead, he straightened, opening the door and going inside.