by Jamie Begley
“That must have been very lonely for you.” Lucky reached out, taking her hand then pulling her closer to side, wrapping an arm around her waist. Willa leaned against him, placing her arm across his broad shoulders.
“Sometimes, but I would use the time to read my Bible or bake once I was old enough. I spent summers with my grandmother since she was a teacher and had summers off. She was the one who taught me to cook and bake.” Willa smiled, reminiscing.
“Your mother didn’t let you cook?” Winter asked sharply.
“Oh, no. My mother was the only one allowed to serve my father. She would feed me my food before he went to work and before he came home. Then she would wait at the door twenty minutes before he came home.”
“That must have been difficult for you,” Lily said.
“No, it was very structured. I would spend two hours with my father every evening doing my homework. My father was very intelligent.”
“Yes, he was.” Jewell’s sarcastic voice didn’t make it seem like a compliment, and Willa frowned.
“Don’t misunderstand. My father and mother were very much in love. They were enough for each other. I was the accident. I was the one in the way.”
“They actually told you this?” Lucky snarled, pulling her closer to him.
“My mother did when I misbehaved or didn’t do my Bible lessons.”
“Your Bible lessons?”
“Yes, every good, Christian girl should know her Bible. She used to say a quote, and I would tell her what scripture it was. Or she would reverse it and tell me the scripture, and I would tell her the quote. I would study my Bible every night after dinner while my mother and father watched television. She would sit on the floor and lay her head on his knee while he sat on the couch. It was beautiful watching them together.”
Willa’s attention was diverted when Winter made gagging noises, which she stopped when Viper sent her a stern look.
“My father would look at my mother like that all the time. I miss them when I think back on my childhood.” Willa glanced down at her watch. “Ready, Lily?”
“Yes.” Lily gave her husband a kiss before taking her son who had been sitting on Shade’s lap while Lily ate her breakfast.
“Have a good day, angel.”
Willa smiled, thinking her friend blushed as much as she did.
Willa started to leave, but Lucky kept her pinned to his side. “I don’t get a kiss?”
Willa bent, giving him his kiss.
“You going to be at the church all day?”
“Yes. I’m filling orders today, and Carl will be making the deliveries.”
“Call me when you’re on your way home.”
“All right,” Willa agreed, rushing after Lily out the backdoor.
Lily wouldn’t carry the baby down the front steps; she always used the side path to the parking lot.
Driving into work with Lily and John was one aspect of the club she was enjoying. Lily would let her pack the baby into the church store and hold him while she set up the register. She missed being around Lucky during the day and worried constantly about him being alone with the women members until Lily told her they worked in the factory until five. As a result, Willa always made sure she was home by four-thirty. She didn’t want anyone fulfilling any of her husband’s needs except her.
* * *
“That woman needs to grow a backbone,” Winter said, glaring accusingly at Lucky.
“I’ve told her not to wait on me. She’s getting better. When we first married, she wouldn’t let me get my own plate.” Whenever he had told her he could do something for himself, she would give him a wounded look that had him backing off. Therefore, Lucky had gone slowly, not wanting to hurt Willa’s feelings.
Shade stood, going to the kitchen counter to fix himself a plate of food. “Is it me or did her mom and dad’s relationship sound like a Dom/sub relationship?”
“It sounded fucked-up to me,” Jewel said, pushing her plate back angrily. “I wish that bitch was still alive so I could shove that book up her ass.”
“Me, too,” Lucky said. “Her father was wealthy as shit, but he only gave Willa’s mother a small allowance. Willa won’t buy dish soap unless it’s on sale. She works her ass off baking, gives most of it away, and still manages to live on the income she has left. Meanwhile, she has enough money that she wouldn’t have to work for six lifetimes. She’s already made her will, leaving almost everyone in town money, but she won’t buy herself a fucking pair of panties unless they’re on sale.”
Rider perked up. “She leave me anything?”
“I made her take you out. I told her you had a motorcycle collection that was worth a fourth of what she had.”
Rider’s face dropped. “A man never has enough pussy or bikes.”
“A fourth? How rich is she?” A glint of interest sparkled in Winter’s eyes.
“Don’t even think of asking her for donations for that school of yours. Who do you think paid for the new roof when the tornado hit?”
“An educational foundation I applied to that Willa told me about…”
Lucky nodded his head. “From what little Dustin told me, her great-grandfather invented a new method of treating rubber. He started a company in the 1800s that lasted until Willa sold controlling interest after her parents died.”
“What’s the company’s name? Maybe I should invest if it has that kind of longevity,” Viper questioned.
“I saw the paperwork. DB Rubber is the company. I’ve meant to Google and see what they do.”
Rider burst out laughing. “Don’t bother.” He rose up and took out his wallet, taking out a rubber and tossing it on the table. “Look at the back.”
Lucky reached for the condom like the one he had in his own back pocket, looking over the back of the small package. He couldn’t prevent his own laughter when he saw the company name at the bottom.
“She told me they made tires and toys.”
“I’m sure they do.” Jewell, usually the most serious of the women, was even laughing until tears came out of her eyes.
“We can’t tell her we know; it would embarrass her to death,” Winter warned, wiping her own tears away.
“Maybe she doesn’t know,” Viper said, trying to hold back his own laughter.
“She knows. She’s the reason I haven’t Googled it yet. Every time I start to, she distracts me.”
“What, with a rubber?” Jewell wisecracked, smacking the table with her hand when she couldn’t stop laughing.
“Viper, don’t worry about investing.” Lucky tried to choke back his laughter. “Looks like we all already own stock.”
Chapter 30
“Are they having a party tonight?” Willa watched Lily’s reaction as she filled the display with cupcakes.
Lily looked up from a notebook she was writing inside as she sat on a stool behind the counter. “Yes, The Last Riders have one every Friday night.”
“Are you going to be there?” Willa tried to pretend she only had a casual interest.
“No, I don’t have a sitter for John. Shade and I only go about once every month or two.” Lily looked back down at the notebook she was writing in, a blush stinging her cheeks.
“Oh.” Willa took her time putting the cupcakes in the display, trying to figure out a delicate way to phrase her question, but Lily saved her the trouble.
“When Shade and I go to the parties, we stay down in the basement, and only a few people come downstairs. They don’t …We mainly hang out and dance.”
“That sounds like fun.” Willa thought she could handle a night like Lily described. “Do you think Lucky would miss being upstairs during the parties?” Willa closed the display case, sick to her stomach as she waited for Lily’s answer.
“No, I don’t know of him ever attending the parties. Maybe he goes for a bike ride.”
“I would like that, too.” Willa gave a relieved laugh. “I was dreading tonight.
I’m happy I was worried about nothing.”
Lily turned sideways on her stool to face her. “Willa, Shade’s always been sensitive to my feelings, and I can’t imagine Lucky doing any less as much as he loves you.”
“I know he loves me,” Willa said, meticulously cleaning the glass.
“I can hear you thinking from over here.”
Willa looked up. “Lily, I don’t feel comfortable talking about sex. My mother always told me good, Christian girls don’t.”
“Beth and I were raised the same way,” Lily acknowledged, looking down again. “Both of us are married with children, and we don’t discuss sex unless Sex Piston and her crew are around. Even then, it’s usually just making jokes.”
“I wish I were more like Killyama.”
Lily nodded her head. “I wish I were more like Sex Piston.”
“Maybe we could pay them to teach us,” Willa joked.
“They would do it for free,” Lily replied with a grin.
“I want to give Lucky what he needs, but I’m … worried that I can’t,” Willa said in all seriousness.
“You should talk to Lucky. He’s really easy to talk to. When I’m … worried, he always makes me feel better.”
“Me, too.”
Lily tilted her head curiously. “Then why haven’t you talked to him?”
“Because I’m afraid of the answer,” Willa admitted.
“Well”—Lily stood up and took a five out of her wallet, placed it in the register, and then reached in the display case, taking out two vanilla cupcakes and handing one to Willa—“you might get the answer you don’t want, or you might find out there was nothing to be afraid of.”
“I’m afraid it will be the former,” Willa said, taking a bite of the cupcake.
“I was, too. Once, I asked Shade a question I was afraid of the answer to. It took me a long time to work my courage up, and I got the answer I didn’t want.”
“What happened?”
Lily stared her directly in the eye. “I realized I wasn’t as afraid of the answer as I thought I would be. The most important part of marriage is trust, and if I give Shade that, then any answer he gives me doesn’t matter.”
Willa licked frosting off her bottom lip. “How did it work out?”
Lily gave her a mysterious smile. “It was the best decision I ever made.”
* * *
Willa walked into the clubhouse at four-twenty. Her hesitation evaporated when she found the room empty. She was about to go in search of Lucky in the kitchen when she heard someone coming down the steps.
“Lucky’s upstairs in my room. We’ve been working on getting payroll taxes done,” Viper told her.
“Okay.” Willa started toward the kitchen.
“You can go on up if you want. I’m leaving to meet Winter. She’s having a get-together for new students who are entering school in the fall.”
“I don’t want to disturb him if he’s working.”
“He’ll be glad for the break. We’ve been at it since this morning.”
Willa frowned. “Did he eat lunch?”
“Yes, ma’am. Stori made us lunch.”
That statement didn’t make her any happier.
“I’ll go up and check if he needs anything.” Willa moved hesitantly around Viper. Next to Shade, he made her the most nervous. He was better humored than Shade, but some deep sense of caution within her warned that it could change as suddenly as the weather.
“You do that. It’s the last door at the end of the hall.” Viper left while she was mentally debating if she should start coming home for lunch.
As she was going up the stairs, Bliss was coming down in a little black skirt that was bouncy. She also wore only a tiny, black bra that had a dangling charm that swung against her tiny stomach. Therefore, Willa was able to see more of the blonde bombshell than she ever wanted to see.
“Hello, Bliss.” Willa moved to the side of the staircase so she could pass.
Bliss shot her a hateful glance, brushing past her without a word. Willa didn’t understand the mean looks Bliss had been treating her to. The woman had always been friendly to her in the past. However, ever since she had moved in, she had either avoided her or left it unspoken that Willa had done something to offend her.
Willa went down the hallway to the open bedroom door, seeing Lucky sitting at a desk against the wall.
“Hey, siren.”
“Does Bliss not like my coffee?”
“I don’t know, why?”
“Because, from the way she treats me, I’m beginning to believe she thinks I spit in it,” Willa remarked, trying not to show her feelings had been hurt.
Lucky frowned, leaning back in his chair. “I’ll talk to her.”
“No, I don’t need you to. I’ll ask myself when I get the chance.”
“Fine, but if I see her treat you rudely, then I’ll deal with her.”
“Don’t you dare. It will just make it worse.”
Lucky’s frown deepened. “Has she said anything to you?”
“No! She just gives me dirty looks, so what can you say to her? ‘Willa doesn’t like the way you’re looking at her’?”
“No, I’d say cut it out, or your ass is out the door.” Lucky’s firm tone told her he would do just that.
“You can’t do that. The club is her home more than it’s mine.” Willa was unaware of what she had revealed with her hasty response.
Lucky turned his chair to the side, tugging her down onto his lap. “This is your home just as much as Bliss’s.”
“I know that.” Smiling, she patted his chest when she saw he was becoming angry with her. She wiggled on his lap so she could see what he had been working on, seeing the tax forms and a business credit card sitting next to the computer.
“Did it hurt?” she asked mischievously.
“Not too bad,” Lucky replied. “You have a habit of changing the subject to keep from having an argument.”
“I don’t like to get in arguments; someone always gets their feelings hurt.”
Lucky’s hand went to the nape of her neck. “You mean you usually get your feelings hurt?”
“Yes.”
“Siren, sometimes arguments can be good. I need to introduce you to make-up sex.”
“That only works if I get in a fight with you,” Willa teased. “What if I get in a fight with someone else?”
“Depends on who it is.”
Willa hit Lucky on his chest and started to jump off his lap.
“Settle down. I was only teasing you back.” Lucky pinned her legs by trapping them between his. He reached on the desk for the credit card, twirling it in his fingers. “I see you had a busy day.”
Willa looked down at her top where his eyes had dropped. She had made chocolate-covered strawberries for a client’s girlfriend, and the chocolate had managed to become splattered across her top and the flesh above.
“I made two dozen chocolate strawberries.”
“Did any make it onto the strawberries?”
“I only taste-tested a few.”
“Umm-hmm.”
Lucky turned the credit card to the side, and Willa trembled as he pressed the edge of the card to her skin. When he slid it under the chocolate speck, removing it from her flesh, the blunt edge stirred a sudden passion in her she hadn’t experience yet. Then Lucky slid the card to the base of her throat, holding it against her strumming pulse.
Lucky put his mouth against her ear. “Are you wet, siren?”
Her pussy clenched in need. “The door’s open.”
“Do you know what that means around here?”
Willa didn’t shake her head with the card pressing against her. “No.” She licked her bottom lip.
“It means anyone can come in and watch.”
As her eyes widened at his answer, the card glided along her skin, down the cleft of her breasts. Lucky used the card to flip her top back, show
ing the curve of her breasts before he moved it toward the sensitive pink areola that the tiny bra didn’t cover. Willa shivered as the blunt edge pressed down, and then she wiggled her ass down on the bulge that was becoming hard under her.
“Raise your dress and show me your pussy,” Lucky ordered.
The tone in his voice had her wanting to deny him just to see what he would do, and the thought shocked Willa to her core. Her fantasies that she rarely let escape during the middle of the night were trying to do exactly that during the light of day.
“Do you want to serve my needs? I need to see your pussy.” The aching desire in his voice had her hands going to her dress, inching the hem upward inch by inch.
“That’s my siren. I can see you’re wet. Do you want me to touch you?”
“Yes,” Willa moaned.
Lucky flicked the credit card onto the desk as his hand slid under the top of her panties. He found her wet pussy, sinking a finger deep inside of her as his other finger rubbed along her slit.
“This is another reason I call you siren—because you’re always wet for me. Your pussy calls to me. Do you want to know what it says?”
Willa arched as he finger fucked her into a frenzy, escalating the fire inside of her without quenching the need that was taking her over.
“It’s says, fuck me.”
Voices in the hallway snapped Willa out of her lust-induced haze and she wiggled off Lucky’s lap, nearly crying out at the emptiness. Before he could stop her, she ran out of the bedroom, coming to a stop at the head of the steps, panting as if she had run a mile instead of a few feet.
The party had begun while she was upstairs with Lucky, but she had been so under his spell she hadn’t even heard someone turn the music on. Several members were dancing, others were standing around drinking, and a few were having sex.
Willa gripped the handrail, her nails digging into the wood. She felt the dampness between her thighs increase as she watched the uninhibited way Stori pulled off Moon’s T-shirt, showing his tanned skin that had several tattoos. He reached out to play with Stori’s nipple as a hand on her stomach pushed her backward into Rider, and then all three of them moved seductively to the music.