Lucky's Choice
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 “Doesn’t sound like it to me,” Rider contradicted.
 This time, it was Lucky who shrugged, taking a drink of his beer. “So her desserts are the only reason you’re chasing after Willa?”
 “Fuck no. Are you blind? Her tits and ass are why I’m sitting here. The desserts are merely a bonus.” Rider gave him a cocky grin.
 Lucky’s hand tightened on the beer bottle, tempted to smash it over Rider’s head.
 “Willa’s not a slut you can fuck and walk away from. She’s not that kind of woman.”
 “How do you know? Maybe she is. Maybe I won’t want to walk away from her. Razer settled down,” he pointed out.
 “You’re thinking of settling down with one woman?” Lucky asked in astonishment.
 “Are you motherfuckin’ crazy? Hell no, I’m not ready to settle down.” Rider stared at him as if he had stepped in dog shit. “I’m too young to settle down with one woman. I might when I’m over sixty so I’ll have someone to take care of me when I get old, but until then, no.”
 Lucky’s teeth ground together, beginning to understand Shade’s exasperation with the brother.
 “So, you want Willa to use as your fuck toy and to make desserts for you at the same time?”
 “Yeah.” Rider grinned in satisfaction. “It’s a win-win situation.”
 Lucky lost it. He was about to reach across the table and wipe the smug grin from his face when the waitress inadvertently saved Rider by placing his food down, Rider took the opportunity to slip out of the booth before she moved away. His earlier flirtation bit him in the ass as she lingered, blocking him from following after Rider.
 Lucky’s head snapped around to see Rider taking the stack of pink boxes Willa was carrying through the door King was holding open.
 “I get off in twenty minutes,” the waitress commented, drawing his attention back to her.
 Lucky quickly glanced at her name tag. “I’ll be outside. Don’t keep me waiting, Anna.”
 Her appreciative gaze slid over his body before returning to meet his eyes. “I won’t.” She hurried away, her lush ass drawing his own appreciative gaze. It wasn’t as perfect as Willa’s, but it would do.
 Lucky remained seated, eating his burger and fries as he watched Rider charm Willa. The pretty woman was becoming flustered at the brother’s attention, nearly dropping the boxes of desserts. Lucky prayed she would drop them and deny Rider the treats he was after.
 Then Willa handed Rider the boxes, and he nearly choked on a french fry when the top she was wearing was revealed. She had on a peach top that was over large on her except through the breasts, which were snugly outlined, and the top button had come undone, leaving a generous portion of her breasts bare. Rider’s ravenous gaze lighted on the display, and the brother nearly dropped the boxes he was juggling. King hastily snatched them away before they ended up on his polished hardwood floor.
 Lucky finished his food as he continued to watch Rider and Willa talk near the doorway while King disappeared into the kitchen. Lucky assumed she was waiting for her money since she appeared to want to bolt from Rider’s attention. Rider fucking got off making women uncomfortable, overwhelming them with his attention until they found themselves in his bed, wondering how they got there.
 Willa took a step to the side when Rider stepped closer to her, her eyes inadvertently catching his. Blushing, she jerked her gaze back to Rider. Lucky wished he could read her thoughts at that moment. He was willing to bet she saw herself in the crosshairs between two wolves.
 When she adjusted her stance so her back was to him, he threw some cash down on the table and stood, making up his mind to rescue her from Rider. He was doing her a favor, not because it bothered him to see her within touching distance of the lecherous biker, but because watching her about to be Rider’s next lay was like watching a cute kitten about to be devoured by a pit bull.
 As he strolled nearer, he almost rolled his eyes at hearing Rider invite her to lunch, though he had to admit he was stunned Rider knew what a lunch date was. Usually, he crassly asked the women he wanted back to his room at the clubhouse.
 Lucky refused to admit to himself his own recent behavior wasn’t much better. He was even more shocked by Willa’s answer.
 “I’m already having lunch with someone,” she stated. Rider looked unhappy, but he didn’t have time to say anything else when the door opened and Drake Hall entered.
 “I’m sorry I’m late. I had an unexpected phone call when I was about to leave the office. Have you been waiting long?”
 “No.” Willa gave Drake an appealing smile, flashing those damn dimples of hers.
 Drake gave Willa an affectionate kiss on her cheek that had Lucky’s eyes narrowing on the other man. Willa should know better than to trust a man that good-looking. Lucky was rapidly beginning to wonder if the shy woman was as virginal as he had assumed with the number of men in town pursuing her.
 He wished Willa had her gun on her. He wouldn’t mind if she placed a bullet hole or two in the town’s most lecherous citizens.
 Drake’s hand took Willa’s arm as King approached with his elegant menus in hand.
 “I have your table ready, Drake.”
 “Thanks, King.”
 Both Lucky and Rider watched as the sophisticated man led Willa away.
 “What the fuck?” Rider grunted. “Why’s she having lunch with him?”
 “I don’t know. King might.”
 “You think he’ll tell us?” Rider was definitely pissed off with the turn of events. Lucky could practically see the wheels spinning in his mind on how to overcome this new obstacle that was blocking his cock and stomach from what he wanted.
 Anna came from the bar area with her purse in hand. “I’m off. I talked the owner into letting me leave early.”
 Frustrated, Lucky saw King give him an amused smile as he handed Willa and Drake their menus. Lucky wanted to tell Anna he had changed his mind, but he gathered his senses in time.
 He had no business being here, certainly not being curious about Willa’s relationship with Drake or preventing her from getting hit on by Rider. He needed to remind himself why he had stayed the fuck away from the attractive woman who had an abundance of curves that his hands and lips itched to explore.
 “Let’s get out of here.” Lucky took Anna’s hand, opening the door with the other one.
 “See you back at the clubhouse,” Lucky told Rider, who was staring at Anna with new interest.
 “She going to be there?” Rider nodded toward Anna.
 When Lucky gave Anna a questioning glance, the excitement in her sultry eyes was the only answer he needed.
 “Meet me in my bedroom; it has a bigger bed,” Lucky offered graciously to the other brother. “See? I can share.”
 Lucky congratulated himself for proving he had no desire for a monogamous relationship. Of course, Anna wasn’t Willa, and she didn’t raise the same feelings of protectiveness, but Lucky wasn’t going to analyze the differences between the women even further. There was no way to compare perfection against a cheap copy.