“Fire,” Lucky said, licking the frosting off her other nipple.
“Fire,” she murmured in agreement.
“Siren?”
“Hmm?” She lifted her glazed eyes to his.
“Do you know that Dustin’s in love with you?”
Astonished, she shook her head.
Lucky nodded his head back at her. “I don’t want you alone with him anymore.”
His firm tone had her hackles rising. “He’s not in love with me. We’re friends. You’re being ridiculous. He would never—”
“It will be easier on him to get over you if he’s not alone with you. It’s hard to be around you and not fantasize about these tits.”
“You’re crude and wrong,” Willa snapped. If she wasn’t so darn close to coming, she would get down and show her husband that he couldn’t tell her … Another small scream pasted her lips shut when he bit down on the nipple in his mouth.
“Do you want to make me jealous?”
She gaped at him in dismay. The thought that Lucky could possibly be jealous of Dustin had to be a joke.
“Willa?” Lucky’s cock slid to a stop inside of her.
“I’m thinking,” she snapped. “Truthfully, the thought that you could be jealous of another man over me…” Willa began giggling. “It’s kind of cool.”
“Willa, did you like it the last time I spanked that ass?”
“No … You know I don’t deal well with pain.”
“Then I suggest I don’t find you alone with Dustin again.”
“Okay … There’s no reason to become angry.”
“Willa, shut up and fuck me.”
“Are you going to stay mad at me?”#p#分页标题#e#
“I’m not mad,” he ground out, clenching his teeth.
“You look mad,” she said dubiously.
“I’m not. It’s just kind of hard to carry on a conversation when I’m trying not to come.”
“Oh.” Her hands slid to his shoulder as she thrust her hips up at him. “Is that better?” she cooed playfully before going pale when she heard him open the utensil drawer again. Her pussy clenched on Lucky’s cock while she tried to remember if the knives were within his reach.
“What are you do-doing?”
“My damn belt is caught in the drawer,” Lucky told her, finally jerking his belt free.
Willa gave a sigh of relief. Darn it, Killyama had made her paranoid with her snarky comment on Saw.
Willa froze on the counter. “How did Killyama know you used knives when you had sex with women?”
Lucky stiffened on top of her.
“Get off.” Willa pounded her fists on his chest.
Lucky grabbed her hands, pulling them over her head. “Listen to me!”
“You had sex with Killyama!”
“God, no!”
She stopped struggling at his horrified reaction.
“Then how did she know?”
“Do we have to talk about this now?”
“Yes.”
“A while back, Fat Louise got herself into some trouble in Mexico. Killyama asked for The Last Riders’ help to get her out, and we agreed.”
“I love Fat Louise. I’m so glad you offered to help.”
“It was my idea.”
“That’s so sweet.” Willa wrapped her arms back around him.
“I thought so,” he agreed arrogantly. “Anyway, it was decided we were going to leave early in the morning, and to save time, Killyama spent the night at the clubhouse while we went over the plans. My part was mainly getting the approval of both governments and doing recon.
“After our meeting, Rider was supposed to keep an eye on her.” His expression became pained as he confessed what happened next. “She was supposed to sleep in the main clubroom on the couch, but apparently, if the noises are loud enough, they can be heard downstairs in the clubroom. Killyama heard some”—Lucky cleared his throat—“and came upstairs to investigate with her fucking pistol in her hand. I still say she did it deliberately just to see what was going on and make sure it wasn’t Train.”
“I don’t have to guess what she saw, do I?”
“No,” Lucky admitted. “She went psycho on me. That bitch didn’t need our help to get Fat Louise out; she could have done it herself. She damn near broke my hand before Jewell could scream at her that we were doing a scene.”
Willa maliciously enjoyed seeing Lucky’s face turn a bright red as he struggled to find the right words to give her an explanation.
“A scene or play is where you can enjoy fantasies in a safe environment with limits.”
“Limits?”