Page 118 of Dirty Salvation

Oh."Oh," she said.

"Not even kissed me yet, Icy." Just like that, for him the other woman was dropped.

He encouraged her forward with a hand to the base of her butt. Zara wrapped arms around his shoulder and met him halfway, moaning into his long, wet kisses.

"Want me?" he asked.

"Yes. God, yes, Ambrosio. All the time."

She felt rather than saw his grin, his tongue going deeper to take another kiss leaving her breathless.

******

Preacher determined he was too damn old to be having alleyway hook-ups at the tail end of Fall on his last powerful thrust inside the chick. It was freezing out tonight, the Colorado cold skated down his back almost as strong as the orgasm had.

He pulled out, tossing the full condom into the nearby dumpster. Fucking next to rotten food, nowthat'sclass.

He'd already buckled his jeans back up before the woman spoke ... whatwasher name again? Binni? Betty? Becki? Becki sounded about right.

She was one of the new waitresses atOtis’ bar and grillwhere you can get a twenty-ounce steak medium rare and a beer as well as a good fuck in the parking lot if the need should arise.

And it arose for Preacher often.

It kept the noise at bay.

It wasn’t his fault he was a sexual guy, what with the affairs his daddy had back in the day with anything in a skirt he figured he’d inherited that gene in his DNA make up.

His only rule was he never attached to any woman, he never ran around on one with another, all his hook-ups knew the score before he got his dick out.

Free and easy. And very easy to walk away from.

“I don’t think my vagina ever had that kind of workout before,” Binni-Betty-Becki announced tying her black waitress apron back around her waist. “Really, it’s gonna be hard to walk inside. That was amazing.”

“You’re welcome, darlin’” Preacher grinned already bored of conversing and wanting to get back to his drinking. He didn't think he was a bad guy,just... who didn't have issues anyway. A realist. He liked sex. Sex was done so why stick around when booze was waiting for him.

“Maybe we could…”Oh darlin, no.

She was new and hadn’t been alerted by the other bar girls just how Preacher operated.

Now she’d had a go on his fantastic cock and was seeing dancing stars and repeat performances.

Goddamn piercing hooked them all in for second helpings.

“No can do, sweetheart. Better head back inside before Otis cans your sweet ass.” He smiled again, flashing his straight teeth and winked, striding in front of her, he even held the door open for Binni-Betty-Becki waving her inside, she giggled and blushed.

“You’re ten fucking minutes late back from break, Belinda!” Otis the owner and manager growled across the bar.Belinda! Fuck, Preacher grinned, he was way off on her name. Ah well not like he needed to remember it for an anniversary.

The girl hurried off waving her fingertips at him and a look of hope in her eyes.Not happening, Belinda, he thought, but he’d leave her a nice tip later.

Just as he was about to follow her inside the noisy bar and the welcome smell of booze, he heard feet behind him, he cocked his head around, the clicks growing closer.

Flashing a grin, he ushered in the bartender ahead of him like a nice gentleman he was so fucking not. “Didn’t know you were working tonight, Ruby.”

The dark-haired woman, with mix-race somewhere in her exotic genes, caramel toned skin shone under the moonlight, and her chocolate eyes practically glared the skin off Preacher’s face.

Woah, mama. He arched his brow in question.

He’d never hit that, tapped that or even fucking propositioned her with any light flirting.