Lucky's Choice(131)

When they both quit shaking and Lucky didn’t feel as if his own knees were going to buckle from the ecstasy he had just experienced, he unchained Willa, removing her blindfold.

He pointed the knife at her. “I’m only releasing you because of the pleasure you’ve given me. Anger me and I’ll chain you back up until you plead for me to release you.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” Willa teased, letting him pull her to him then laying her head on his shoulder.

“It’s a promise.”

“I love you, husband.”

“I love you, wife. Let’s go take a shower. By then, I’ll be able to show you how those sheets feel on a tender ass.”

Willa walked to the bathroom then turned back as he was replacing his knife in the leather pouch.

“The next time I make frosting, I might let you have some.”



“Is Willa all right?” Lily asked as she and Shade walked through the backdoor with a wiggling John held securely in his father’s arms. “She almost ran us down with those boxes she was carrying.”

Lucky’s lips twitched. “She’s fine. She was late to help Genny set up for the Forrester’s wedding, and she hates being late.”

“That wasn’t what it sounded like to me.” Shade bent over, placing John in a highchair. It should seem out of place in the motorcycle club, but strangely, it wasn’t. Lucky prayed one of his children would be the next to use it.

“She was muttering something about freaking pirates.”

Lucky felt Shade’s quizzical gaze as Shade poured himself and Lily both coffee. Lucky was able to keep his expression impassive, but Rider sat, glowering from his chair at the table.

“Everyone must be having a bad day.” Shade sat down at the table, observing Rider. “What’s wrong with you? Someone steal one of your motorcycles?”#p#分页标题#e#

“Is Rider angry he couldn’t have one of those cupcakes Willa was carrying?” Lily asked.

“That’s it, exactly.” Lucky laughed at the glowering brother.

“I’m going to go find Jewell. Tell Willa I better see some peanut butter candy when I come down to dinner.” Rider stood up in a huff and was about to leave the room when Shade’s voice stopped him.

“Jewell’s at work and so are the rest of the women. Not everyone took a long lunch today like you and Lucky did. Whatever you’re packing will have to wait until they get off this afternoon.”

Lucky braced himself at the expression on Rider’s face. It wasn’t often the brother’s temper came out, but when it did, it made Willa’s look like a tornado in a bottle, while Rider’s were of hurricane proportion, leaving a path of destruction that took days to clean up.

“Tell Willa she better put extra peanut butter on my candy,” Rider snarled, leaving the kitchen with the door swinging angrily behind him.

Lucky didn’t have time to relax, and Lily was still sitting with her mouth open when Rider barged back into the kitchen, going to the counter and picking up the sword he had left behind, shooting Lucky a vindictive look before leaving the room with another swoosh of the kitchen door.

“Was that a sword?” Lily’s voice trembled in fear.

“No,” both Shade and Lucky answered at the same time.

The room grew quiet except for John playing with the small motorcycle that Shade had given him.

Lucky cleared his throat, broaching the subject that had been tearing at his conscious. “I talked to Beth a couple of days ago, but I haven’t had a chance to talk with you yet. I would have never married Beth unless—”

Lily raised her hand, stopping his next words. “I was going to leave Shade when Brooke threatened him. I can’t imagine you living with Bridge’s threats for years. You’re the one who guided Razer toward Beth. I know you, and you would never have done anything to make Beth unhappy, just like I always knew you would be my pastor again,” Lily said happily.

“Really? And how did you know that? I didn’t even know it myself,” he said wryly.

“I never lost faith,” she said simply. “You were always there for me, even when you left the church. You gave of yourself to everyone in town. You started a donation drive to fix the football field, went to the hospital twice a week to visit the sick patients, and if anyone lost a relative, you were the first one there by their side. You were also the one who organized the clean-up in town to help when homes were destroyed during the storm. Being a pastor is being more than standing behind a pulpit; it’s standing beside the parishioners in their time of need. You were always there anytime I needed you, not only as a pastor, but as a friend.”