The bedroom lights had been turned out with candles providing dim lighting. The bed had been turned down, and he had even changed the sheets to red silk.
Willa’s hands tightened on the belt of her robe. “What do you want me to do?” She bit her lip, unable to take her eyes off the bed.
Lucky’s loud sigh drew her attention from the wanton sight that was beginning to have an effect on her body.
“Willa, let’s forget it. We can try it another night. The purpose of a scene is to heighten your arousal, not frighten you to death.”
“No, I want to do this, Lucky. You promised.”
Lucky straightened from the wall, walking toward her. His masculine beauty never failed to make her pussy quiver in need, overriding her fear.
Lucky reached out, curving his hand around the back of her neck and pulling her toward his body.
“If we’re going to do this, you have to give me something to help you.”
Willa eagerly nodded her head.
“What’s your fantasy, Willa? The one in the back of your mind that you think about when you’re daydreaming or I’m fucking you?”
Willa shook her head. “I don’t…”
Lucky reached down, raising her hand and showing the crossed fingers.
“Tell me, siren.” Lucky’s voice deepened, going from a request to a command.
Willa turned her head so she couldn’t see his reaction. “Pirates.”
“Pirates?”
She nodded. “You know, they wear leather pants and vests, have tattoos—”
“I know what they wear.” Lucky’s gentle voice had her chancing a glance at him. “You never stood a chance, did you?”#p#分页标题#e#
She shook her head, understanding what he meant. Lucky resembled a modern-day pirate with his sharp features and tattoo-covered body.
“I’ll be right back.” Abruptly, he left the bedroom door, closing it behind him.
Willa stared at the floor in consternation. He could have just told her he wanted to laugh in her face; he didn’t need to leave the room to do it.
She was about to turn to go back into the bathroom when the bedroom door was flung open and Lucky came in carrying a plain, leather vest.
“Mine has patches. I took one that Viper bought for a new recruit. I’ll buy him another one. Don’t you dare tell me you’ll find one on sale, or I’ll smack that ass of yours.”
“Don’t forget to shut the door.” Willa usually checked to make sure the door was locked when Lucky wasn’t looking. She was paranoid a gust of wind would blow the door open and she would look up when Lucky was making love to her and find a couple of The Last Riders watching.
“In a minute, I’m waiting for—”
Willa nearly ran to the bathroom, but Lucky caught her. “Trust, siren. Remember that, okay?”
“Okaaaay.”
Lucky turned her back to the doorway where Rider was standing, wearing black leather pants and no shirt. He was also holding a gleaming sword, that was held confidently in his hand.
“Why did I have to put these on? I almost couldn’t fit in them anymore. I have to quit eating so many cookies or start working out more.” He gave Willa a wink, grinning.
“You have a sword?”
“I like to collect different objects. I had it hanging on my bedroom wall.”
“It’s scary-looking.” Willa stared at the long, thin sword.
“Yeah, it is, isn’t it?” Rider appeared happy at what he thought was a compliment. It wasn’t.
“I’ll be right back.”
Willa watched as her husband went to the dresser where he kept his clothes, opening the bottom drawer and pulling out a pair of black leather pants. Without saying a word, he went into the bathroom to get changed.
Willa spun back to face Rider.
“Dinner was good tonight,” he said casually.
“Th-Thank you.”
“Next time, could you fry more chicken breasts? Razer ate three of them, Shade two, and I only got one. Stingy bastards.”
“I saw you get three chicken legs,” Willa reminded him.
“I like more meat. There isn’t enough on a leg.”
Willa took a step back. “I’ll remember that.”
“All right, let’s get started,” Lucky announced, coming out of the bathroom in the leather pants. “Shut the door, Rider.”
Willa expected Rider to go out the door and close it behind him; instead, he closed the door and turned to face them expectantly.
“Willa, go stand by the bed for a minute while I talk to Rider.”
She was about to argue, but then she remembered she had her safe word if she began to feel uncomfortable. Of course, she had no problem screaming it at the top of her lungs, either.