Page 169 of Preacher Man

He liked it, that’s why, every second of their marriage so far, he dug it, that connection to her, even in the circumstances it had happened, he liked it.

"You like this, baby? You feel good, all creamy for me. You want more?"

"More yes."

He smiled, his cock begging to be coated in all that cream until she drowned him. He knew now how fucking amazing it felt to be buried in her, to pump himself stupid until the come poured in hard spurts the pleasure crippling him.

Addiction was a word he understood very well now that he was married to a perfect woman who got him, he could fuck her morning, noon and night and still feel the gnaw to take her again. To be in her company, to make her laugh because her laughs were something pretty fucking special when she gave them.

Maybe that would all change once she had the kid and Seb was living here with them but then even that he didn't mind because he liked him. He wanted Seb to come and live with them, if no other reason than to take that frightened look out of his eyes, no four-year should have lived through the shit he had, no kid his age should be so troubled. Between his club brothers, his blood family and Ruby, Seb wouldn't be lacking for family or affection, his mom was dying for a grandkid to spoil.

Through his shirt, he felt her teeth sink into his pec. The bite taking him by surprise, he sucked in air.Oh, fuck baby, yeah, you bite the fuck out of your man.

Increasing the short hard thrust of his fingers, grinding her deeply right into that sweet spot.

"Asher."

"That's it, take it all from me, want it harder?"

"Yes, yes. Harder, fuck me. Please, Asher."

"Give me your eyes, beautiful." Her movements were sluggish drunk, the pleasure had her in its talons, slowing his hand a moment until chocolate glaze met his eyes. He grinned, bowed his neck to kiss her hungrily, she went fucking nuts sucking on his tongue and pumping her hips.

He used the flick of his tongue to remind her how good they were together and they should keep doing this for a long, long time. He nipped the corner of her mouth to tell her to trust him, that he wasn't going to hurt her, even if he couldn't give her reassurances stamped one hundred percent, he felt it in his abdomen and that was worth more to Preacher. When he decided on something it was set in stone.

And he'd decided on Ruby.

His dick pulsed against the inside of his zipper almost snapping in half. She was the one woman who undid him on every level.

Her gaze brightened, lips wet, she begged him so sweetly he had no choice but to get her over the edge. Wet sounds and panting from them both he made his girl come hard and he knew it was hard from the way she cried out, stiffened and practically tunneled her fingernails into his back.

Waiting until she went limp he pulled his hand free of her shorts, keeping her close, so delicate and warm his lady.

"Feel better now?"

"Mmmm."

Preacher chuckled deeply. A smug laugh. "Is that a yes, Rube?"

"You know it is, you egotist. What about you?" Her hand trailed to his crotch and the hard throb. He would have absolutely encouraged her to give him head on her knees, all pouty lips and wide eyes looking up at him while he held her curls back.

but the phone rang making her jump.

"Oh, god. They're going to say no aren't they, Ash? I can't. I can't answer. We'll lose him," tears rushed to her eyes making her lashes sparkle.

"Beautiful, we face it, and worse comes to worse we fucking take him and get out of here."

"What? You don’t mean…" he didn't answer her, he was already connecting the call.

He meant it. If the law wouldn't give Ruby her nephew then Preacher would find another more illegal way to take the boy, it would mean he would have to leave Armado Springs and the club...

He'd do it for her. For them. For Seb. And a better life for him. They could go to any number of chapters throughout the US, it was doable and he was keeping the option on the table.

"Yes, this is Asher Priest." Voice grim. He found her hand sneaking into his. Her fingers shaking, he gave them a squeeze.

Judgment day.

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE