Page 182 of Preacher Man

It had nothing to do with him being fucking addicted to the little bit.

Not that.

Nah. Hawk was a fucking selfless savior, practically a saint. Where were his wings?

Staying out of the way undetected wouldn’t be a problem, it wasn't his first spy rodeo.

As much as Hawk was lying and telling himself he’d move on, head to the opposite end of the country away from Texas, hell, he could go back to Colorado, no one was pointing a finger at him for Hades’ disappearance, he could easily go home, he should go home, being around his club brothers was what kept him stable most of the time, but as he rode at breakneck speeds, weaving his Harley in and out of vehicles, taking in none of the scenery, his mind only on one five foot five package of Greek heritage, he’d already stationed himself mentally in Texas. His mind was there, he just had to get his fucking body to join it.

He had always been heading there, he just hadn't admitted it to himself.

This day was as inevitable as the night he killed someone when he was eleven years old. Hawk had been out running himself ever since.

Some things, even murder, was cast in stone from his birth for some unlucky fucker like him, he couldn't say he won the DNA lottery and he was no love-match, not for Gia or anyone.

Hawk had always known it would take only one event to get him closer to Gia.

His Gia being sick? Fucking monumental event he couldn’t ignore. As it was, his gut was burning like corroded acid, he needed to piss like a camel and he was starving, but he wouldn’t stop until he had to refuel in a couple of hours’ time.

Couldn’t stop riding, not until he’d stormed through Henry Memorial hospital to check for himself little bit was still breathing.

Through his phone and earbuds, he listened to Metallica to quieten the noise of his own head.

Realistically he knew she’d be fine, she was in the best care, Rider, if no one else, would kick up a stink to make sure his baby sister got the best doctors, he was an overbearing dickhead like that, but where Gia was concerned, Hawk didn’t deal in realism or logic, his vision was a kaleidoscope of unrealistic obsession for a woman he could so easily ruin if he allowed himself to have her.

He was a mortal man with more flaws than bones, shackled to a fantasy of his own nightmare making.

Couldn’t get close to her. Wouldn’t.

But he’d be near. Letting himself lick the air of his fixation, but no more than that.

Keeping an eye on her … until.

Yeah, he thought, feeling like the biggest jerk.Until.

******

“As much as the filthy verbal foreplay is doing it for me, how about you just climb on up here and ride me, beautiful? Get your hands on me. Anything.Something. Fucking rip my clothes off if you feel the need to. Tease me, give me a reason to give it to you rough." Preacher groaned around the edges of their kiss, his breath fanning her lips, she laughed but kept right on licking her tongue into his mouth.

"God. What an animal you are. Hold still." He wanted his clothes torn? She took hold of both sides of his blue denim shirt and parted it swiftly, sending buttons flying. The stunned lusted look on his face made it worthwhile ruining his shirt. "I always wanted to do that. It was better than I imagined." Wearing a black wifebeater underneath she lifted it to reveal the hard planes of his ribbed belly and chest, fingers drawing circles over each sexy sculpted bump.Mine. All mine."This you'll have to take off yourself like a big boy. Do it slowly, let me watch."

The torn shirt was discarded onto the floor, fast followed by the fitted undershirt hastily yanked over his head.

Preacher stalked forward and that was exactly how she felt; stalked, she was pure gooseflesh. Eyes so dark now the green almost washed out by his pupils, the lust in there was unimaginable that it was all for her, her gaze roamed and she clocked the thick outline of his cock through the pants.

Ruby shivered, let him stalk her, her feet backing up and backing up, his gaze challenging, it was as if her body was under his command. "Tell me how badly you need it from me."

"I need it." Immediate answer. She wore only panties and bra, no point in lying that she didn't want fucking.

"Tell me how badly, Ruby."

"I want to be fucked stupid, I want it so badly I'm thinking of pushing you down and impaling myself on your long, thick cock." How was that for honesty? She heaved in oxygen, watched her truth pour molten lava into his gaze.

This passion was technicolor, she saw everything vividly.

He reached out, grasped the tops of her arms, pulling her in until she was up against his smattering of chest hair. Nothing had ever felt this good and real before.

"I'm going to give it to you." He teased. A hand slid around to her butt, pushed into the back of her panties and squeezed her ass cheeks almost to the point of pain, Ruby moaned and bumped her hips into his wanting more, her pelvic core vibrating, anticipating the first shove home, how he would stretch her out, make her take it by whispering sweet dirty endearments in her ear. "And when I've made you come as hard as you've ever come before, my sweet wet Ruby, and your darling little pussy is quaking from the blast of my climax rocking the tender walls." She sucked in a breath, could picture that clearly. Hungered for it.My man can out-dirty talk your man.Her nails left half-moon crescents on his forearms, kissing his chest she bit his nipple and was satisfied at his grunt. "Then you will get your chance to climb your gorgeous body over me and impale yourself on my cock. Got it?" There was no other way to describe it other than Preacher’s lust goaded hers. One look from him and she was readily wet.