She clamped the muscles of her pussy around him, damn near making him come before he was ready. He reached over her, taking a nipple between his fingers and pinching the bud into a point.

 “Stop,” he commanded, and the muscles around his cock relaxed.

 “You take all the fun out of it,” Jewell complained.

 “You think so?” Lucky murmured, speeding up his strokes so she couldn’t catch her own climax, building her frustration until a sheen of sweat glistened on her lithe body. Her breasts shook with her rapid breaths and the ferocity of his driving thrusts.

 “Lucky, you’ve got to let me come,” Jewell panted.

 Lucky lifted her hips higher until only her shoulders rested on the bed. She tried to twist her hips but Lucky held her steady, forcing her to take only what he was willing to give her.

 Raci’s moans filled the bedroom as she began to come, and Jewell began to shake with her own orgasm as her head tossed back and forth on the mattress without making a sound. Lucky liked that the woman wasn’t excessively noisy.

 His own climax built, and he was barely able to maintain the iron control to prevent himself from coming. When Jewell’s climax had played out, Lucky removed his dick from her, ripping off the condom and throwing it in the trash can.

 Anna was frantically using her fingers to achieve an orgasm on her own. Going to the opposite side of the bed, he took her under the shoulders, tugging her until her head fell over the side of the bed.

 “You still want to suck dick?”

 Anna’s mouth opened, and Lucky drove his cock into it as he leaned over her, sucking her clit into his mouth, ravenously licking at it as if he had never sucked one before. His expert tongue had her convulsing with her orgasm before he could work his cock to the back of her throat.

 Without stopping, he continued to play with her clit until he felt her begin to climax again, and then he gave in to the frantic desire that had his cock twitching his own release into her greedy mouth.

 When he finished, he raised her head up and turned her until the unconscious woman was lying back on the bed.

 “She dead?” Jewell asked, turning her head to look at Anna.

 “No, she passed out when she came the last time,” Lucky said, unconcerned for the woman he had never seen before today and wouldn’t see again.

 He picked his jeans up from the floor and slid them on. He was zipping them closed when Anna began coming to, staring dazedly around the room.

 Lucky sat down on the side of the bed to tug on his boots. Standing, he grabbed the T-shirt he had thrown on the chair. After putting it on, he turned to Rider, who was sucking on Raci’s nipple.

 “Make sure she get’s home.” Lucky stated, checking to make sure his wallet and keys hadn’t fallen out of his jeans.

 “I’ll take good care of her.” Rider grinned, content to be the lone man with three naked women.

 Lucky nodded, moving away from the bed.

 “That’s it? You’re not even going to tell me good-bye?” Anna rose up on her elbows, glaring angrily at him.

 He turned on a booted heel, returning to the bed. Reaching down, he jerked his knife from the bed. Then, picking up her shirt off the floor, he wiped it off before sliding it into his boot.

 “The last time you came was my good-bye.”

 Leaving the room that had become stifling, he went down the steps to where the party was still in full swing. Lucky went out the front door, heading down the large flight of steps to his bike. He rode into town, the cool night air cleansing the scent his carnal night of sex had produced. He had wanted to shower yet hadn’t been in the mood for any of the women to join him.

 Lucky slowed his bike and pulled into a dark lot. Parking, he went to a side door and inserted his key before walking through the eerily quiet building that had once held him hostage through his desire to stop a dangerous drug ring.

 Walking down the long hallway with the gleaming wood floors, his eyes went to the stained glass doors. His hand shook when he reached out to open the door, going inside where he took a deep breath. Why was there always a distinct smell that seemed to belong to all churches?

 He sat down in the last pew, staring at the pulpit where he’d stood and preached for so many years. The case had dragged on too long, trapping him in the profession he had walked away from in the military.

 Lucky bowed his head, clearing his thoughts before he began.

 “Lord God, forgive me, for I have sinned against you.”

Chapter 4

 Willa brushed her hair back from her flushed cheek. Without a doubt, this was the worst idea she had ever had. Bringing all five children to the diner for lunch had been meant to give herself a welcome break from cooking and cleaning for the afternoon. Instead, it had become a visit to Hell.

 Caroline was ready for her nap. Chrissy was grumpy, and nothing was making her happy. Then there were Leanne and Sissy who were arguing, and Charlie was still angry that she had made him leave his video game when he had reached a new level.

 As if that wasn’t enough, The Last Riders came in to take a table not far from hers and were able to easily observe the pandemonium going on at her table.

 Chrissy spilled her glass of milk then burst into tears as the cold liquid dripped onto the new dress that Willa had put on her.

 She gratefully took the towel from the waitress hovering near The Last Riders’ table, cleaning the mess and trying to ignore being the center of everyone’s critical gazes.

 Opening her purse, she took out the plastic bag of toys she kept for emergencies. She found a toy car and a small stuffed bunny she hoped would occupy the girls then gave each of them one to play with. They instantly began to fight each other for the toys, wanting what the other had, so Willa took the toys away, switching them then giving each girl the toy they wanted. Silence reigned for a short time until they became bored. Thankfully, the waitress was able to drag her attention away from the bikers long enough to serve their food, and Willa was given a few moments of peace as they ate.

 Her food grew cold as she concentrated on the younger girls not making a mess. She was wiping Chrissy’s ketchup-filled fingers when she heard the sound of a chair scraping back.

 Lucky dragged his chair closer, placing it between the girls and her chair, blocking her from them.

 “Eat,” he ordered.

 Willa didn’t know if he was commanding her or the girls, but all three of them obeyed. Chrissy and Caroline stared at Lucky while they chewed on an apple slice. She took a bite of her grilled chicken sandwich, trying not to choke on the nervous tension his hardened expression was raising. Even Sissy and Leann stopped arguing, picking up their forks.

 He motioned to the waitress to bring his coffee, leaning back as she poured him a fresh cup. Razer, Viper, and Shade all watched from their table as Lucky calmly poured sugar into his black coffee.

 Willa forced herself to swallow the bite she had taken before she told him quietly, “I have it under control.”

 Lucky’s hazel eyes met hers directly. “Willa, you’ve not had control of your life since I’ve met you.” He reached over, taking Caroline’s cup away before she could take the lid off. “You need to get them some sippy cups.”