Lucky's Choice
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 Lucky didn’t know what made him more pissed: that Curt was touching Willa or being compared to the man Jo had accused of raping her in high school.
 “Rider’s much nicer to me. He makes me feel pretty. Even that new biker at your club is nice to me. He bought me a cup of coffee the other day when I dropped my delivery off at the diner.”
 “Did he?”
 Willa nodded. “He’s very nice.”
 The backstabbing brother was going to get his boot up his ass the next time he saw him.
 “And you know what? He’s better-looking than you. You know why?”
 “Why don’t you tell me,” Lucky answered, his voice going lethally quiet. However, Willa was too drunk to notice the warning signs that would have sent the other brothers running.
 Lucky almost never lost control of his temper, but when he did, no one ever forgot. He had only really lost his temper twice in his life, and both men were dead.
 Willa unwisely nodded her head vehemently. “His grey eyes make you think he’s undressing you.” Willa sighed.
 “He’s a horn-dog.”
 “Really?” The interest in Willa’s eyes deepened.
 “You need to lie down and go to sleep. Now.”
 “Quit ordering me around.”
 Before Lucky could move, Willa’s feet came off the bed, kicking him in the stomach. Lucky took the unexpected punch in his gut, releasing his breath in a whoosh of air.
 Willa began laughing, and Lucky lost what restraint he had been holding onto. Before Willa could understand what was happening, Lucky lifted her up, flipping her over his knees. Then his hand came down on her jean-covered ass.
 “You can’t spank me!” Willa screeched.
 “Watch me!” Lucky said, his hand swatting her ass again.
 Despite himself, he couldn’t help letting his hand linger on her luscious ass, but a sudden pain in his thigh had him nearly dropping her on the floor.
 “Stop biting me, you little hellcat.” Lucky hastily tossed her back onto the bed before she could bite him again.
 “Moon would never spank me!”
 “Here’s something else that son of a bitch isn’t going to do.”
 Before she could open her mouth and make him even madder, Lucky trapped her mouth under his, his tongue taking advantage and slipping inside her warm mouth before she could react.
 Being smarter this time, his hand held her face, making sure she wouldn’t use those vicious teeth on him again. He didn’t need to be worried, though. Willa melted underneath him, opening her mouth wider as her arms slipped around his waist.
 Lucky broke the kiss.
 “Damn, woman, what did you drink?”
 “I just had some lemonade.”
 “You don’t taste like lemonade.”
 “What do I taste like?”
 “Fire. You taste like fire.” Lucky groaned, lowering his mouth to catch hers again.
 Every promise he had made himself dissolved with his will power. Willa’s kiss drove all the other kisses he had ever experienced out of his mind, replacing them with only hers. The soft lips under his trembled as they returned the pressure of his shyly until he took control, showing her what he wanted.
 “Like this, siren.” Lucky’s tongue traced her bottom lip.
 Tentatively, Willa licked his before entering his mouth to search his. Her timid efforts had his hand going behind her knee, lifting her thigh so he could notch his dick against her pussy. The jeans separating them were the only thing that kept him from sinking his cock into her.
 He groaned when she lifted her hips, grinding her pussy on him.
 “Did I hurt you?” Willa whispered.
 “Every time I look at you,” Lucky confessed as his trembling hand turned her face so her mouth came back to his.
 All the desire he had hidden from Willa escaped him in a moment of weakness. In the photo booth, he had stormed her defenses, not giving her a chance to respond. Now, he took his time, teaching her how to kiss.
 Her hands glided underneath his T-shirt, exploring the skin of his back in small, fluttering touches as if it was the first time she had touched a man, and his defenses against her crumbled even more. He unbuttoned the blue blouse, letting it fall to her sides. Then his hands unclasped the blue, lacy bra, and it sprung open, displaying her breasts. Lucky would never forget the first time he saw her body. It was golden in the lamplight, her large breasts the size men fantasized about and women had breast implants to achieve.
 His hand squeezed the soft flesh, lifting the rosy nipple to his lips. Tenderly, he brushed his mouth over the nipple.
 “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.