Lucky's Choice(102)
“Oh … okay.” Willa dried her hands on the towel rack before self-consciously going to the door that led to the basement.
Once in the room that was going to be her new home for the time being, she set about getting comfortable before she started unpacking. She lifted her suitcase to the bed, opening it and taking out a pair of jeans and a loose top. Carrying them into the bathroom, she changed out of her dress. She zipped up the jeans, surprised to find they were loose. She then went back into the bedroom and searched through her clothes, finding her favorite pair of size eighteen jeans. Knowing her weight was like an escalator, she kept two different sizes of clothes. Next week, she would be back in her twenties.
Going back in the bathroom, she slid on the jeans then the cotton top and felt more comfortable as she moved around the room.
She had finished unpacking one suitcase and was about to unpack another when Lucky walked in the bedroom.
“You ready?”
Willa gaped at him. “I’m still unpacking.”
“I’ll help when we get back. Come on.” He took her hand, dragging her out of the bedroom.
She tried to tug against him. “I don’t want to go,” she protested shrilly.
Lucky stopped. “Why? And don’t tell me you want to unpack when we can easily do that after we come back.”
“I don’t want to go,” she mumbled, looking down at her shoes.
“Look at me and tell me the truth.”
Willa lifted her lashes. “I’m too heavy. I’ll make you wreck.”
“I don’t know which pisses me off more—you insulting yourself or me.”
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.
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“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.”