Page 22 of Preacher Man

“Preacher. God.”

“Babe. Say it,” growling he nipped her ear, slipped a hand around her back and down to palm the swell of her ass, taking it easy or he’d squeeze her up against his hard-on and it’d be game over with the verbal fucking and he was enjoying her rapid breathing warming his chest.

“Asher. You’re messing with my fucking head.”

“Just your body, beautiful. Do you want me as much as I want you right now? Do you want me to carry you inside your apartment and fuck you against whatever surface I come at first? Tell me your dirty secrets, I’ll make them happen.”

Strung out on lust, it was a miracle he was still upright, his cock was a heavy boulder behind his zipper, possibly cutting off oxygen to his brain because he didn’t hear his own goddamn bike roar up seconds later until he caught sight of it. Tag jumped off. Preacher, keeping Ruby within his arm, turned and held up his free hand and caught his keys. “Get lost, prospect,” he issued on a nasty growl and saw the guy grin, wink at Ruby, and do just that, jogging across the main road, he began the hike back to the compound.

“Aren’t you going to give him a ride back?”

“The day I put a guy on the bitch seat is never, Ruby. He can walk back to the compound, it’ll give him character.”

“Do you bully all your prospects?” She was smiling when she asked so he went with it.

“If the cocky shits deserve it. They want to be in the club, they earn it, babe. The hard way. We don’t patch in pussies.”

“Poor kid. Maybe I should offer to drive him----”

Preacher growled and nipped her throat, then licked over her pulse. Ruby seemed to burrow his ribs like she was Eve reincarnated. The sensation was amazing. She fit just right.

“Don’t even think it, or I will run the kid over, problem solved. Now, where were we?”

“Tell me something, Preacher man.” Shit, they were back to Preacher man. He cocked a brow and waited. “Am I a challenge to you?”

“Right now, fucking A. I can’t get laid no matter what I do.” He teased, voice thick in his throat, he wanted to rub on her, anything to quieten the ache in his groin. It was her next words out of that gorgeous mouth that floored him and nearly ruptured his cock. She nodded accepting his honesty, all kinds of silent conversations going on in her eyes.

“I’m going to fuck you, Asher,” a charge shot right through him. Oh, shit, yeah, his name sounded as good as he’d wanted it to. Soft, sultry, a goddamn turn on. Her seductive claim wrung a groan from his lips, he tried to swoop in for a kiss; game on.

Her hand on his chest stopped him mid-air, eyes fired up. “We’ll fuck, because that’s my choice. I want to fuck you, because I decided to. But not today. You can’t have everything your own way. I’m not a challenge, we’ll have each other and that’ll be it. A fast burn and sizzle.”

That’ll be it.

Preacher was hauling in cold oxygen like that shit was about to expire from his lungs, even took a step back to better look at her smiling up at him. Nimble fingers grabbed his shirt, pulled him back in, arched her lovely long neck exposing all the places he wanted to suck on, eyes never wavered from his and now she was smiling, like she had some of her power back.

Fucks sake, his cock grew stiffer.

“Not today? Beautiful, I can smell your arousal.”

“Then I will take care of it myself.”Motherfucker. Was that his brains exploding? Maybe just his cock. He grasped her face in his two larger hands, made her get up on her toes and kissed the ever-loving fuck out of her, the tongue action was out of the goddamn stratosphere. Right there on the sidewalk, he tongue-fucked the hell out of Ruby until she was left panting.

When they pulled apart he saw they were on the same page, her gaze opaque, full of sex, it would take nothing to skim a hand between them and get her off with a few strokes over her sweats, make the material all wet with her pleasure.

“We’ll fuck. But not today. Thanks for my car, Asher,” she husked and stepped back onto the sidewalk, headed towards her apartment, leaving him standing there like a chump with a huge erection between his legs. He could sue. He could so fucking sue.

Ruby; game set and match.

If he had any Xanax he’d be popping that shit like tic tac's.

CHAPTER SEVEN

“There was a stillness inside him as he watched the loud talk around the church table. Brothers. And yet ... not." - Reaper.

I’m going to fuck you.

He must have replayed that a million times in the last twenty-four hours.

Goddamn, the little tease.