“Lucky…”

 “Hmmm…” His mouth went to her neck, opening her up to sensations she had never dreamed possible.

 “That feels so … good…” Willa moaned, rubbing her bottom against the bulge underneath her.

 Lucky moved his finger faster as she raised her head, trying to catch his mouth. He denied her, teasing her until Willa grabbed handfuls of his hair, bringing his mouth back to hers. She nipped at his lips, traced his firm jawline, and then explored his throat, biting a small piece of his flesh.

 Lucky’s groan filled her with a sense of triumph because she could excite him as much as he was exciting her.

 “Spread your legs wider.”

 Willa mindlessly obeyed his command, letting her clenched thighs relax as they fell apart. Lucky traced the opening to her pussy, and then she began shaking as he entered her a tiny amount.

 “Do you want more, siren?”

 “Yes.” Willa moaned in need, the fire in her driving her insane. Her hips wanted to thrust down on the finger that was entering her with exquisite slowness.

 His other hand held her still as he worked his finger into her then stopped, pulling it back to the beginning of her opening. She arched, shuddering when he thrust it back in farther than he had gone before. Her thighs splayed wider as he stroked his finger inside of her until it began to hurt. Willa tried to adjust her hips so it wouldn’t hurt as badly, but the pressure inside of her was building at the same time. She wanted to escape the pain, yet at the same time, she craved it.

 Lucky eased his finger down her pussy until the pain eased, but the fire didn’t. Then he curled his finger upward at the same time a series of explosions hit her pussy, releasing a scream from her that he stifled with his mouth.

 Afterward, she lay shuddering against his chest as she wiped the tears from her face on his shirt.

 “Willa? Do you want to stay a virgin until our wedding night?”

 She thought it over carefully before nodding against his chest.

 “Then I suggest you get your pretty ass up before I fuck you on this chair with your legs wrapped around my waist.”

 Willa got up so fast she almost tripped, straightening her dress back down her legs. Lucky winced when he stood up, adjusting his pants to a more comfortable position, and she turned bright red when he looked up and caught her staring.

 “Did that answer your question?”

 “My question?” Bewildered, Willa stared at him.

 “On whether or not I can satisfy you.”

 Her face flamed angrily as she went to his desk to pick up her purse. Lucky followed nonchalantly behind her, retaking the chair behind his desk and pulling his schedule toward him.

 “That was an excellent start. Since we’re getting married in two weeks, I think we should have three sessions a week until we’re married.”

 Willa’s mouth dropped open.

 “You do want to continue with our pre-marital sessions, don’t you?”

 Willa shook her head. “I think we’re good.” She started backing away toward his office door.

 “Are you sure? I have an hour free Friday morning,” Lucky taunted smugly.

 “I’m sure.” Willa gritted her teeth. Just once, she wanted to shut the arrogant pastor up.

 “Willa, aren’t you forgetting something?”

 “What?” She looked down at the purse in her hand.

 “My good-bye kiss.”

 “Are you for real?” She stormed back across the room, bending down to place a hard kiss against his lips, then charged back to the door, slinging it open and nearly running into the Wests.

 “Excuse me.” Willa forced a smile to her lips. She hadn’t liked the snooty couple before she had almost lost custody of the children, and she disliked them even more now.

 “Good afternoon, Willa,” Lisa greeted her, moving to the side to let her husband enter.

 “Lisa, Dalton, I was just leaving.”

 “No rush. Congratulations on becoming engaged again.” Her eyes flicked down over her simple flower dress then traveled up to her hair. “I see you’ve changed your hair color again.” She gave a tinkling, fake laugh that was like nails grating a chalkboard. “You have a hard time picking colors, don’t you? The next time you go to a hair appointment, I could go with you.” Lisa patted her gleaming black locks. “I have some color swabs from when I decorated. I could bring them over and lay them on top of your boxes. I think a pretty shade of aqua would pop.”

 Willa brushed past them.

 “Or a light shade of pink. You know, the shade they usually paint piggy banks.”

 “Bitch,” Willa muttered.

 “What did you say?” Lisa’s eyes widened, while her husband began to look angry. Willa refused to look at Lucky to see his reaction.

 “I said watch. Lucky’s carpet is bunched up. I wouldn’t want you to trip,” Willa said, practically running outside, her steps loud on the gleaming, hardwood floor.

 She floored her van as she drove home, pummeling her steering wheel in fury. Slamming the car in park, she went to her door, almost breaking the key off in the lock.

 She still hadn’t calmed down thirty minutes later when her doorbell rang.

 “Hello, Willa. How are you this afternoon?”

 “Hi, Douglas. I’m fine. You?”

 “Good.” His smile slipped a notch when he saw her puffy eyes and the tissues in her hand.

 Willa opened the door, taking a step back for him to enter.

 “Would you like a cup of coffee?” she asked, her bottom lip wobbling.

 “No!” Douglas cleared his throat, lowering his voice. “I just stopped by to see if you still wanted me to build that deck for you. The weather is finally getting dry enough to work outside.”

 “Yes. Even if I don’t live here, it will add value to the house.”

 “You’re moving away? You shouldn’t let a break-up run you out of Treepoint.”

 “What?” Willa gave a smothered sob. “I’m not leaving Treepoint. Lucky and I are engaged again. I was talking about the fact that we haven’t decided yet if we’ll be living in my house or the church.”

 “That’s good news, isn’t it?” he asked when her eyes filled with tears.

 “Yes.”

 “I went ahead and made the invoice.” Douglas was reaching behind his back when her cell phone rang.

 “Excuse me.”

 “This will only take a min—”

 Willa turned her back on Douglas, reaching for her cell phone on the entry table.

 “Hello? Knox?”

 “Willa, have you seen Sissy?”

 “No, I haven’t seen her since this morning in Jamestown. I thought Killyama was taking her back to Texas.”

 “She snuck off the plane before it could take off.”

 “Oh.” Willa hated to admit it, but she was glad the girl had been heading back to Texas.

 “She’s not in any trouble. Her uncle called and wanted me to check to make sure she was okay and to help her find a place to stay since she’s so determined to be near Treepoint.”