"Pastor Sparks is already up front," Lily told her.

The pastor from Jamestown had agreed to perform the ceremony for them.

The ushers opened the door.

"Here we go," Lily said softly, stepping forward.

Beth followed behind her sister.

"He's there," Willa whispered, seeing Lucky waiting for her beside the podium.

"Was there any doubt?" Angus asked.

Curling her arm through his, she didn't take her eyes off Lucky. "None at all." She crossed two of her fingers that were holding the bouquet. "None at all."

Willa paced back and forth in the small bathroom, knowing Lucky had to be wondering what was taking her so long. She sat down on the edge of the tub, feeling as if she were hyperventilating.

"He wouldn't use his knives on our wedding night," Willa whispered out loud to give herself courage.

"Did you say something, Willa?" Lucky's voice from the other side of the door had her jumping to her feet, double-checking that the door was locked.

"I said I'll be right out!"

They had decided to stay at her house tonight then leave for their honeymoon to Jamaica tomorrow afternoon.

She took another glance at herself in the mirror. The black, baby doll gown came to her knees, and the bodice dipped between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, giving a generous view. The gown was daring for her, but it didn't scream 'come and get me', either. Willa wished she had been more adventuresome when she had picked her lingerie for her honeymoon. The prices on those flimsy bits of material had been hard to talk herself into, though. She thought the one she had on was seductive, and the best part was she had found it for thirty percent off in the expensive store.

The most expensive one had been a present from s.e.x Piston, and she had packed it in her suitcase, but she was seriously debating taking it back for a refund. There was no way she could ever envision herself wearing the minuscule bra and panty set.

Her hand went to the doork.n.o.b. She could do this. Lucky had shown her twice what kind of pleasure came from being with him. He wasn't going to hurt her. She wanted him so badly her mother would be ashamed of her, because a good, Christian girl never let her body's needs control her.

She turned the lock, twisting the door handle then gradually opening the door. She didn't know what she had expected, but seeing Lucky sitting on her bed, playing PS4 wasn't one of them.

Travis had left Charlie's behind, explaining he had several at his ranch for the ranch hands to use and that Charlie would have it here for when he visited.

"Wanna play?" Lucky threw her a quick glance. "I'm winning."

"That's a real shocker." Willa tentatively sat down on the bed next to him.

He was only wearing a pair of shorts, and her eyes traced down the tattoos on his legs. Most of them were religious. The one on his thigh made her want to trace the outline of Mary to give her the courage she had always wanted. The sad look on her face and the tear rolling down her cheek touched Willa. She wondered what had made Lucky pick the ones he had inked on his body.

She placed her pillow against the headboard, giving herself an unrestricted view of the ones on his back without him knowing she was staring. They were different, not religious. They were symbols of violence and destruction.

The center was a Navy Seal insignia with a snake wrapped around it from the bottom up, leaving the face of the snake glaring back. Objects surrounded the insignia: two revolvers with a metal chain wrapped around the barrels of the gun, linking them together; bra.s.s knuckles; a hand of cards; and a razor knife. The whole tattoo had a layer of shadows, giving it an eerie effect.

She didn't want to know why he had chosen those. She shivered as she reached out to trace the hand of cards. Then her eyes went to the horseshoe on his shoulder, seeing the scarred flesh beneath, the ridges giving the horseshoe a more realistic appearance. The four leaf clover hid what looked like another scar. The largest scar was covered by an elephant with its trunk up. Her fingers traced each of the symbols.

"Why did you get the rainbow?"

"Because of G.o.d's promise in the Old Testament after the flood."

"Oh."

Lucky threw down the controller and, picking up the remote, he turned the television off. He turned, scooting down slightly on the bed, and then flipped onto his stomach with his head at her waist.

"The dolphin?"

"Protection."

"Is that one a cricket?"

"Yes, crickets alert you to danger. They stop chirping when someone gets near."

"Good luck symbols don't go against your religious beliefs?"

"G.o.d created them all," he said simply. "Besides, I don't put my faith in them; I put my faith in Him."

"A little extra luck never hurts." Willa smiled, running her hand over his shoulder.

"Exactly." His hands went to her hips, scooting her down in the bed to lie next to him.

Willa stared up into his hazel eyes. "How did you get those scars?"

"I was shot a few times."

"More than a few. I counted six."

Lucky wiped a tear away from her cheek. "Siren, I don't want to see any tears from you on our wedding night."

Willa turned her face to the side, unable to bear looking at his beautiful face. "I could have never met you."

His hand turned her back to face him. "I'm here, exactly where I was meant to be." Lucky touched the corner of her mouth with his.

"I can't believe I started laughing when Pastor Sparks read your first name."

Lucky smiled against her lips. "What's so funny about Lucky David Dean?"

"I thought Lucky was your nickname."

"My mother named me when I was born three months premature, and the doctors told my parents I wouldn't make it. She always said I started life with a lucky star in the sky, but my father gave all the credit to G.o.d. He named me David because he said I had to fight giant obstacles to live. Each week, they said something would go wrong: my lungs, my kidneys, and then my liver. The doctors said I was a miracle," he finished wryly.

Her arms wound around his neck. "I believe that, too." Her hand went to his face. "You're so beautiful."

"Men aren't beautiful." His mouth went to the cleft of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. "You want to know a secret? Your b.r.e.a.s.t.s are s.e.xy as f.u.c.k."

"You like my b.r.e.a.s.t.s?" They were the only part of her anatomy that she wasn't embarra.s.sed by.

"Siren, 'like' isn't the word I would use." He rose slightly, pulling the spaghetti straps down until her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were uncovered, and her rosy nipples were peaked. Then Lucky took one into his mouth.

Willa buried her hands in his hair. "Lucky, there's something you should know. I don't take pain very well."

His tongue began playing with the tip of her nipple. "Siren, there is pain ..." His teeth latched onto her nipple. The tiny pain didn't hurt, but the fear had her center melting. "Then there's pain." His hand slid under the hem of her gown, finding the tiny, black panties, and he slipped his hand underneath.

His fingers found her c.l.i.t, rubbing the nub until she tried to twist to escape his torment. However, Lucky didn't allow her to flee his torture, plunging a finger inside to stroke her p.u.s.s.y into grinding back against the palm of his hand.

Willa moaned. "I can't catch my breath."

"Take a deep breath and hold on. It gets better," Lucky taunted, adjusting his body.

He slid down the length of her body, tugging her gown up and exposing the lace panties with the tiny red bows that were tied at the side.

"Isn't that convenient." He untied the panties, easily removing them. "You need to buy those in every color."

"I'll watch for them to go on sale."

"Buy them, anyway. I'll give you my credit card." Lucky kissed the smooth flesh he exposed.

"I'll still wait for the sale. I don't believe in throwing money away."

Lucky chuckled against her. "This is a surprise."

"That I'm thrifty?"

"That you shaved."

"I read magazines," Willa retorted primly.

"I have to admit, I'm kind of disappointed."

"Really?"

"I was looking forward to doing it."

The thought of Lucky shaving her had her thankful that she had taken care of that herself. Lucky with anything sharp in his hand made her nervous. She wouldn't even cook him anything that required him cutting since Killyama and the biker b.i.t.c.hes had her spooked. She had even debated giving her knife block to the church store.

Her thoughts were diverted when his tongue touched her c.l.i.t. She jumped, nearly knocking Lucky off her. He pinned her down to the bed with his muscular body while he explored her damp flesh, showing her a pain of need that had her fighting against the climax that was consuming her p.u.s.s.y. His hard hands parted her thighs wider before his tongue slid inside of her, pressing high as he rubbed against her walls.

The heels of her feet tried to find traction on the mattress but Lucky forestalled her, hooking his arms under her knees and lifting them to her chest. Then his mouth went to her neck as he rose above her, and she felt the touch of his c.o.c.k against her opening.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No!" Willa whimpered.

His c.o.c.k slid inside her, pushing against the barrier within her p.u.s.s.y as he went deeper.

"Does it hurt?"

"Yes!" Willa hit his shoulders. "You're taking too long."

She felt his body shaking in laughter. "Then hold on, and I'll see what I can do about going faster." Lucky lifted her thighs higher.

Willa was concentrating so hard on the pull of her muscles in her legs that she barely felt it when Lucky surged inside of her, thrusting his c.o.c.k home. A gasp escaped her lips at the feeling of him stretching her, his pelvis flush against hers.

"Does it hurt?" he breathed into her mouth, licking her bottom lip.

"It feels wonderful." Willa's body shook as Lucky slid out then thrust back inside with a powerful stroke.

"I don't want to hurt you," he groaned.

"I never expected it to feel this good." Willa wanted desperately to move, but Lucky's hold kept him in control of her and the climax that was just out of her reach. "Can we do this all the time?"

Lucky groaned again. "Can we finish this time first?"

"I don't want it to end," Willa said fervently.

"You won't be saying that in five minutes," Lucky promised.

She was so glad she had gone to her doctor to get birth control so they could have their wedding night with nothing between them.

When he had begun making love to her, it had been a gentle breeze floating across her body, escalating to the beginning of a storm that began lifting her away until she only felt what he was doing to her body. She felt like she was being tossed about in the whirlwind of desire to the point that she was afraid she wouldn't come out the same as when she had gone in, losing a part of herself in the eye of the storm that she would only find again when she returned.

Lucky's movements sped up, his body moving over hers hard enough to shake the bed. Her body was at the mercy of the storm that had built until it couldn't be contained any longer.

Willa could have sworn she saw white lightning when her body couldn't take it anymore, and then it burst into a myriad of colors that flashed before her eyes. She blinked rapidly, wanting to see Lucky's eyes clenched in a desire so painful only she could give him the relief he needed.

She couldn't move, but she did have use of her mouth. Instinctively, she turned her head, gently biting into his bicep. He stiffened over her, a deep groan coming from his chest as he stroked his climax inside of her. He then released her legs, moving carefully to her side.

"Is it normal that I can't move my legs?" Willa gave her own groan as she tried to lower them back to the mattress.

Lucky laughed, raising up to ma.s.sage her legs then helping her to lay them on the bed. Even then, he stroked her, telling her how beautiful she was, how special making her his wife was.

Willa placed her hand over his mouth. "I don't need to hear you say all that." Lucky stared down at her with his heart in his eyes. "You told me all that when you married me." Willa waved her hand at the rumpled bed. "This is just icing on the cake."

Lucky fell back on the bed. "In that case, let's get you in a hot shower so you won't be too sore."

Willa winced when she sat up on the side of the bed. "I can manage that on my own."

Lucky started to protest, but then a cunning look crossed his face before he sat up on the bed, reaching for the remote control. "That's cool. I'll play another game. The last one only took an hour and a half."

"It didn't take that long." She must have stayed in the bathroom longer than she had thought.

She went to the bathroom door, hearing him start the PS4. Holding the door open, she turned back to him.

"All right, you can shower with me, but no hogging the water."

Lucky jumped out of the bed. "Don't worry. I always share."