Page 119 of Dirty Salvation

Even if she had made his tongue wet a few times, she’d always held herself above the wait staff and customers, so apart from a few words shared he hadn’t warranted her foul look.

Unless she'd caught his dirty act in the alleyway and was jealous his cock was pile driving into someone else. It was only natural after all.

“I don’t need you to open my door and my schedule is none of your business. Shouldn’t you be fucking something in the toilets.”

Damn. Babe had some charm. Definite hostility.

Before he could say a word back, Ruby pushed her way past the bulk of Preacher, her scent caught his nose and she tried hard to not touch his body as she brushed by but it was impossible with his size. He sucked in an electric breath as her hip grazed his thigh and watched her hips sway in that natural sexy woman way inside her tight skinny jeans all the chicks wore these days but they looked different on her.Classy.He hadn’t seen her in a few weeks, he realized, with a cock of his head, maybe she’d been on vacation, but then he'd been busy with the club and wasn't tonight him emptying his ball sac before his president sent him on the road, so he hadn't been around much either to notice the bartender's pissy scowls.

Chicks were funny things and nothar-hareither, that he could handle, he mused stroking a hand down his pointed and perfectly styled beard, he took that slow stroll from the front door over to the bar, he straddled a stool to wait for Grinder to get his ass here.

Straight up hostility was a mystery and usually the chicks he avoided, he didn’t have time to unravel all that crazy. Some he fucked, some he didn’t, but he loved all of ‘em in their own ways.

Even the ones he was fucking fascinated by as she poured drinks down the other end of the bar yet still managed to throw him the stink-eye glares.

Preacher chuckled to himself and downed his bourbon in one gulp, tapped the bar to gain her attention. Her deep russet eyes pinned him. He smiled. Yep, Preacher definitely was a fan of the women.

******

Ruby glared at the Renegade Soul’s member as he gestured her over. She knew who he was. Knew all about his club and avoided them for good reason. She’d had a week from hell at the cabin … possibly being raped … she just didn’t know any more, too shaken to do anything she was just glad that man Kyle was long gone and she could get back to normality and forget that nightmare ever happened. She was livid inside.

I enjoyed it.She thought to herself and felt sick about it.He made me enjoy it. I didn’t want it.

So, her bullshit meter was broken, not in the mood for this asshole with his handsome face and his obvious allure he plied all the waitresses with.

He was a walking cock looking for a place to stick it to.

Her lip curled as she called for Tom the other bartender to go and see to the biker.

She’d already survived one fucking lunatic this week, she wasn’t adding a second.

******

“C’mon. I wanna know, Zara.” Wicked fingers were everywhere robbing her of sanity. It had taken him less than a minute to get her out of her clothes and pinned down on the bed.

Another minute to ask in his Rider way what the fuck was wrong with her today.

“Ambrosio…” melting into a puddle he gave her a full body caress and she struggled with the desire to let him release all that pleasure.

It was like a forest fire gone wild pumping flames around her body.

With her legs shaking, her sex clenched tight, Zara let go on an almighty exhale, all tension escaping. He licked her lower lip, tempting her. Her mouth, her body, drew his pleasure and they both knew it. Both knew he'd keep her hanging there with want dripping until she gave it up.

How had Rider known exactly she'd needed his touch? She hadn’t even known herself.

All day, she’d felt achy and off-kilter borderline moody. Wasthisthe reason? She’d craved his hands so badly to settle her indifference?

His voice scratched against her throat. "I can coax you into tellin' me, baby. Have you screamin' my name while you come harder than you ever have before, and still you'll want more, won't you? say it, I want to hear it."

Rider's hand was doing its own coaxing by sliding up her outer thigh tormenting her exposed skin. Zara could barely stand it, the desire from him, the same she was feeling, was intoxicating.

Higher he went and then he touched her core.

Soundless sobs tore from her throat, racking her, as her lower body pumped against his hand, groaned some more when he slipped a finger into her.

His longest one, the one that could reach places to make her squirm.

His thumb pushed through her folds grazing her clit.