Lucky's Choice(56)

“I’ve died and gone to Heaven.” Willa’s pussy ground harder against him.

Lucky pressed down harder, rocking his cock against the seam of her jeans. His mouth then lazily wandered to her other breast, sucking the nipple into his mouth and twirling his tongue across the hardening tip.

Willa clutched his back harder, her nails digging in like small daggers. He shuddered, barely able to hold back from coming, and Willa tautened under him. Less experienced than him, she wasn’t able to hold back the climax he had barely managed to avoid.

“Dean!”

Lucky stiffened over her, his name returning him to reason. Tearing himself away from her, he stood next to the bed, trying to catch his breath.

“Lucky? What’s wrong?” Willa’s eyes were filled with confusion, making Lucky feel even worse for starting what he knew would lead them both down a path there would be no returning from.

“I need to get the hell out of here.” Unfilled desire made his voice unintentionally harsh.

“Did I do something wrong?”

Lucky stopped with his back to her. “I can’t do this, Willa.” He couldn’t place her in anymore danger than she was already in with their fake engagement.

“Okay. I understand.” The unshed tears in her voice had him rushing from the bedroom, slamming the door behind him as he went into his room.

Pacing his floor, he ran his hands through his shortened hair, trying to get control of his rampaging desire. He knew he could call one of the numerous women he had fucked the last few months and have one underneath him in less than five minutes. Instead, he threw his cell phone against the wall, shattering it into as many pieces as he had Willa’s heart.

No matter how much she hurt, he had to keep his distance from now on. Bridge wasn’t bluffing. Before he had left the Navy Seals, Bridge had been considered one of the best. Deadly and relentless when he hunted for his prey, his job had been reconnaissance, hunting for the target that had been given to him. Once found, they would send in Shade. Bridge was the hunter, Shade the assassin.

Only two men were living who had the skill to kill Bridge. Shade was held back because of the promise he had given, and the other was held back because his honor refused to let him kill a man who deserved his vengeance.

Lucky went to the window, parting the curtain to stare out at the town. If he wasn’t tied to the church again, he would be on his bike, roaring down the street and enjoying his freedom. He had lost count of the times he had stood here when he had been a pastor before.

He expected the same feelings of being caged and bound he had felt in the past. However, those weren’t the emotions assailing him tonight. He felt as if he were home. It wasn’t because he was back in the church, though. It was because of … Willa.





Chapter 15



Willa rolled over in the bed, trying to escape the bright sunlight. She wanted to go to the bathroom, but she was too scared to move for fear of throwing up. She was afraid to even open her eyes since they hurt so badly.#p#分页标题#e#

She whimpered, her hands holding the side of the bed as she scooted her butt to the edge of the mattress. She cautiously opened her eyes, feeling her stomach roll.

“I’m never going to eat or drink anything Penni makes again.” Willa whimpered in pain as she tried to stand. She was halfway across the bedroom before she realized it wasn’t her bedroom.

“What?” She stared around the room for a second, trying to remember the night before. The last thing she remembered was seeing Lucky’s shocked expression when she had left King’s restaurant.

As images from the night finally penetrated her foggy mind, her hands flew to her cheeks.

“Just let me die,” Willa mumbled, praying the door she was headed for was a bathroom. Opening it slowly, she found a small bathroom with an old-fashioned tub.

“This one you give me?” Willa said out loud, thinking of the thousands of things she had prayed for since she was a little girl.

She gently washed her face with a soft washcloth, feeling as if it were a Brillo pad. Then she stared at her reflection. Her eyes were so bloodshot she looked like a vampire, and her blouse had been buttoned wrong. She fixed her appearance as best she could before she went back into the bedroom, nearly tripping over her tennis shoes and barely managing to keep herself from falling onto the bed.

Carefully picking up her shoes, she sat down on the bed to put them on. When she finished, she went to the bedroom door.

“Please, please let me get out of here without Lucky seeing me.” She was beginning to feel like she was on a roll when she managed to slip out of the unfamiliar home.