He could imagine the thoughts going through Willa’s mind, remembering Georgia’s cruel comment to her about being too large to ride a bike.
The sound of Viper’s accelerating engine when the light turned green had Lucky riding forward, following the president’s lead, but the hurt expression on Willa’s face tore at him the entire ride back to the clubhouse.
When he came to a stop, Bliss jumped off, joining the rest of the members as they went up the steep flight of steps.
“Coming?” Shade asked with his arm around Lily’s shoulder, keeping her close to his side.
“No, going out for a while.” Lucky backed his bike out, turning once again to the road.
He wasn’t ready to go inside yet. Shade would disappear inside his home with Lily, and the rest of the crew would be ready to party. However, with Willa’s reaction to Bliss heavy on his mind, he wasn’t in the mood to fuck or drink.
The feelings the timid woman roused in him were harder to escape than leaving the church. The more he fought against them, the harder he was being wrenched back.
After two hours of riding, Lucky came to a stop behind a stand of trees that hid him from the sight of a solitary small house where a light shone in one of the windows. He leaned against one of the trees, watching as the sun set and darkness fell.#p#分页标题#e#
He was still as a statue when the front door opened before a heavily built man left the house and went down the front steps into the yard, moving to the side to pick up a bucket. Lucky watched as he went to a kennel containing the two dogs inside, his lips thinning as the dogs were fed and watered. He had observed the same scene several times, enough to know what was coming next.
After they were fed, they were released to roam the land. Bridge used the dogs to guard his property from the predators that roamed the night.
Bridge went back inside the house as the dogs took off, running in Lucky’s direction. Lucky straightened as the dogs skirted between the trees, searching for his scent.
They stopped in front of him and Lucky reached into his pocket, pulling out the two treats he had taken out of his saddle bags and tossing them to the two dogs. Bridge didn’t spoil the dogs, so Lucky took advantage, training the dogs to his scent to reward them.
Once they raced off with the treats in their large jaws, Lucky remained until his legs began to cramp then went to his bike. Starting the motor, he revved the engine, wanting Bridge to hear from inside before Lucky headed back to Treepoint.
He had made the same trek over a dozen times since he had left the church, each time hoping to incite the man into making his move or to force a confrontation that Lucky was tired of waiting for. And, each time, he battled the temptation to leave the stand of trees and end the waiting game. Only the fact that the former Seal was justified in his need for revenge held Lucky back from provoking a confrontation that would leave one of them dead. As a result, he always left without coming face to face with Bridge.
His soul couldn’t live with another death on his conscience, one that would either damn his soul or give him solace, although Lucky wasn’t sure there was a soul to save anymore. What was left had been damned the night he had accepted Moon’s bet. The devil’s wager had been the knife that severed his last tie to the church.
Murder or forgiveness—the first would send him to Hell, and the second, Bridge wouldn’t give.
Lucky sped through the dark night with his demons hounding his trail as he rode back to the clubhouse.
The front room was packed as Lucky came in. The brothers were drinking. Train was fucking Raci on the couch, and Jewell was naked, dancing on the bar. Lucky strode forward and, reaching up, he grabbed Jewell, tossing her over his shoulder. He felt her laughter as he carried her upstairs to his bedroom, placing her on her feet beside his bed.
Lucky unbuckled his jeans as he toed off his boots.
“You’re in a hurry.” Jewell licked her bottom lip as he pulled out his dick.
Kicking his jeans and boots away, he lifted his arms in the air. Jewell took a step forward, lifting his T-shirt off and throwing it on the floor. Then she licked his chest as her hands went to his dick.
“The only thing I want on my dick right now is your mouth,” Lucky groaned.
Jewell lifted her head, giving him a seductive smile. Her tongue traced down his flat stomach until she reached his cock, finding the drop of pre-cum on the tip.
She dropped to her knees in front of him. “What has you so worked up tonight? Usually, you like it slow, not that I’m complaining.” Her hands cupped his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze.
“I don’t want slow tonight. I want fast and hard. I can do slow after I come down your throat.” Lucky buried his hand in Jewell’s hair, keeping her mouth where he wanted it as he began fucking her experienced mouth.