“What’s so funny?” Lucky came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
“Those are mine. She must have bought them from the church store.”
“Bliss is going to be fine,” Lucky assured her.
“I know she will.” Willa leaned back tiredly on her husband, and her eyes caught something else on the counter. “Is that a new crockpot?”
“No.”
Willa pulled her jeans up, snapping them closed. She looked across the room at Lucky, who was standing in the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel.
“What’s wrong?” He stopped his hand. “Did we hurt your arm in the shower? Maybe you should call Donna back and tell her it’s too soon to release you.”
“I’m wearing a size sixteen,” she said in awe. “I haven’t worn a sixteen since I was in high school and had a crush on Drake. I starved myself all summer—”
“You used to have a crush on Drake? He’s a lot older than you,” Lucky snapped.
“Calm down. He didn’t even know.” Willa giggled as she went to the dresser mirror, twirling around.
She’d had these jeans in the bottom of her drawer. They were the size she had aspired to get into every single time she had started a new diet. Her eighteens had been loose, so she had taken the chance to try them on.
“I can’t believe it. I haven’t even really changed my eating habits. I’m working out with you, but we both know I only last twenty minutes. I wonder how…” Willa turned to look at her husband who hadn’t bothered to wrap a towel around his hips, and his perfect body still had droplets of water clinging to his tanned skin.
“What?” Lucky asked warily.
“I think I’ve finally found a way to lose weight that I enjoy.” Willa smiled at her husband seductively.
“I thought you had to get to work. Isn’t Lily waiting to drive in with you?” Lucky narrowed his eyes on his wife as she slowly began to unbutton her pink blouse.
“She can drive in with Ginny.”
Ginny had been working for The Last Riders for three weeks, and it had worked out surprisingly well. The women didn’t fuss as much about the other chores, each picking the ones they could live with.
Willa let her blouse slip to the floor.
“I’m going to need a nap. You kept me awake most of the night.” Lucky tossed the towel toward the hamper.
Willa shivered when he walked toward her like a predator stalking his prey. She took a teasing step backward toward the doorway as she slid her bra straps down her arms. Her fingers found the doorknob and she twisted it, opening the door.
“Where are you going?” Lucky’s voice dropped.
Willa felt herself get damp. Whenever he used that lethal voice on her, it made her—Willa refused to think of the word.
She put her finger in her mouth then glided it down the curve of her breast tauntingly.
“That does it!” he growled.
Willa spun around, throwing the door open, laughing as she ran down the hallway where she came to an abrupt halt.
Moon was sitting at one of the exercise machines, lifting weights. Willa didn’t see him that often, but Lucky had told her that he liked going back and forth between the two clubhouses.
Willa’s face flamed as the biker’s gaze dropped to her breasts that were barely contained by her bra. None of the men ever came downstairs before noon. That was why she had playfully run from Lucky. It did something to her insides when he chased after her.
Willa turned on her heel, intending to run back into her bedroom, but she crashed into Lucky’s chest, instead.#p#分页标题#e#
“Caught you.” He grinned, taking in her embarrassment and Moon sitting there, gaping.
“Anything I can do to help?” Moon’s gruff voice had Willa pressing her breasts harder against Lucky.
She leaned back against the wall next to the washer and dryer so her back was to Moon.
“Yeah, you can tell Lily to ride into town with Ginny. Willa’s going to be late.”
“Anything else?”
Willa’s eyes widened when Lucky’s hand went to the washer where clothes were neatly stacked. Willa had seen Winter folding them last night. She had bought a new outfit and was washing it, and the scissors she had used to cut the tags off were still sitting there. He grasped the scissors and Willa swallowed hard, wondering what he was—
The sudden release of her bra answered her question. He had cut her bra off.
Willa opened her mouth to yell at him then found his mouth on hers, and the passionate kiss had her hands going to his hair.
Lucky leaned his head back, taking his mouth away. “No, that’s all I need from you, brother.”