Lucky's Choice(109)

Moon’s hand took Stori’s swaying hips, pressing them to his as Rider’s hands circled her, grasping her breasts, lifting them to Moon’s mouth, but he didn’t take them. His eyes lifted to the head of the steps, catching Willa’s gaze as “Sail” by AwolNation began playing while his hands went to his jeans. He flipped Stori’s skirt up, pulling out his cock and sliding a leg between hers. He then tore a rubber open, rolling it on before he rammed himself inside the small woman, fucking her to the beat of the music.

Rider’s mouth went to her neck as his hand went to his jeans, unzipping them, and Willa found herself thinking the woman couldn’t possibly take two men at once. However, then Moon moved their bodies so she could see his cock sliding in and out of the woman who was lifting herself up on her tip-toes so Rider could press his cock into her ass.

Willa closed her eyes, unable to watch anymore without climaxing. She felt herself lifted and turned then pinned against the wall. A large, rubber tree had been placed in front of a nook she hadn’t noticed when she came upstairs. She could see the downstairs, but anyone looking upstairs would only see shadows as the darkness fell outside.#p#分页标题#e#

“Marriage is give and take. I’m going to take what’s mine; you gonna give it to me?”

“Yes.” Willa opened her thighs to his urging, lifting herself up after he ripped away her panties.

His frantic hands lifted her, sliding easily in her to the hilt. She buried her face in his shoulder, biting down in ecstasy as he fucked her harder than he had ever done before. He had always made love to her with exquisite gentleness, but there was nothing gentle about the way he fucked her now. It was hard, frantic, and she could swear she felt the beat of his heart against her breasts.

Wanting him to touch the bare flesh of her breasts, she rubbed them against his chest, trying to give him the hint that she was too shy to tell him.

“Later. I can’t touch them without Moon seeing. No one is going to see or touch you but me.”

Marriage is about trust, Lily had told her, and now she understood in a way she hadn’t before. She could trust Lucky with her body and soul. He wouldn’t take her past her limits. Although he might push them, he wouldn’t let her cross the invisible line that weakened her willpower.

“You’re really my husband.”

Lucky stopped moving, staring into her eyes. “Yes.”

“You won’t cheat on me,” Willa stated with certainty.

“God, no.”

“You wouldn’t hurt me with your knives.”

“When you hurt, I hurt,” Lucky vowed then picked up the pace again, hammering into her while he stared into her eyes.

Willa used his T-shirt to stifle her scream while he braced his arm on the wall above her head as he came with her climax. Their panting breaths mingled together as they gazed into each other’s eyes, each finding the part of their soul they had lost to each other when they had made love.

“One of these days, I won’t give it back,” Willa murmured, lost in what she was experiencing at that moment.

“What?” His lips twitched.

“Nothing.” She wasn’t about to tell him what she was thinking.

“Siren, it drives me crazy when you do that. Maybe I’m thinking the same thing.”

She smiled as she straightened her dress. “I doubt that.”

He cupped her face, making her look at him. “That, for a moment, our souls touched.”

Willa’s smile slipped. “I thought it was just me,” she whispered in awe.

Lucky shook his head. “No, Willa, it’s not just you.” His other hand took hers, placing it on the cross at his throat. “It’s a gift.”





Chapter 31



Willa closed the refrigerator door before going to the oven where she took out one tray of bacon then slid another inside. Then she went to the table and sat down to enjoy her own breakfast. It was her first day of kitchen duty, and she had looked forward to it all weekend. That was, until she had looked at the list and seen who shared the chore with her—Bliss. She was also thirty minutes late, which had left Willa’s nerves on end, dreading her arrival. She would prefer to do it by herself than be stuck with a woman who was becoming more and more obvious about her dislike.

She took a bite of her fruit parfait as the door to the basement opened. Lucky came in, looking like he had just gone to bed.

“Can’t sleep?” she said, slowly taking the spoon out of her mouth.

“No,” he grumbled. “I couldn’t fall back to sleep after you left.”

“I shouldn’t have woken you. Have a seat and I’ll get your breakfast,” she said, getting up.#p#分页标题#e#