Page 48 of Preacher Man

He'd persuaded her under intense sexual negotiations to turn their one-night-stand into more-night stands, she admitted looking up at him with his face creased by the pillow he'd slept on that he nevertheless continued to appeal to her on that most basic more truthful level a person could have, she hadn't burned him out of her system and she still wanted him planted inside her, if she allowed it to take over her life she could easily fall back into his bed. One touch and she'd relent.Keep strong. Get out, you can do this.

“Hey, beautiful. You’re not leaving, are you? Stay for some grub. I’m sure I can rustle something up in the kitchen. You like eggs?” He’d reached her, towering like an oak, and touched the span of her bare back, his straight-from-bed warmth seeped into her. She’d worn the shirt to dazzle him and dazzle him she had, but in the cold light of the morning after she was the one shivering now, affected by a little skin to skin touch as he leaned down and put his mouth to her ear.

Ruby went from zero to sixty in a matter of seconds, the ache low in her abdomen racing to boiling point, wanting more than anything to lean into his hard body and press her face to the hollow in his throat.

“No can do, Preacher man. I have to get to work soon.” It was a partial lie. She was due at work around lunch time but was going to talk to Sebastian at nine and wouldn’t miss it for anything, not even another round with the best sex of her life. God. It really was.Dammit. He was going to ruin her for her next guy.

“Are you sure you can’t stay?”

She wavered. His eyes penetrating. She wanted to. The atmosphere changing. More people walked through from the corridor of bedrooms, she turned her body away from him slightly, saw his eyes narrow not liking her not-so-subtle distancing. She’d never had such a public one-night stand before.

“Just in time, Ri. We’re all watching Preach being shot down in flames from his hottie. Grab a seat.” Chuckled Grinder. Ruby about broke her neck to fire him a filthy look. She was not shooting Preacher down. Not really. Not exactly. Not how he said anyway. Bastard McJudgerson in his stupid hat.

“Shut the fuck up, shitbag.” Hissed Preacher and reached around Ruby to flick his buddy upside the head.

Her gaze slid over to the president, thankfully he was fully dressed, with his arm around the blonde pixie Zara, who grinned wide at Ruby as if to say, ‘you stayed then?’ she smiled back.

“You gotta get out more, man.” Offered Rider to Grinder.

“Nice to see you, Ruby.”

“Yeah, really good to see you. Hope you had a good time at the party.” Zara said, curled around her man. It was little and large but they looked so fricking cute together.

“Yeah. Hi, both.” Awkward, she looked toward the exit, only to find Preacher’s gaze devouring her. She held that gaze.

Kiss me …

He stepped up to her, and she fully expected him to do just that, she braced, inhaled and held it. He took her arm instead and led her towards the door away from the gawking crowd. Had she mentioned this was the most awkward morning after she'd ever had.

She really would have let him kiss the face-off her in front of everyone.

“Hope you come back soon!” called out Zara. Preacher kept her moving but Ruby looked over her shoulder. “We can biker gossip.” Zara went on, her smile bright and hopeful.

“Icy…”

“What? You said I needed to make friends, biker-man! And I’m not getting cozy with those you’ve knocked hips with.”

Grinder laughed into his mug. Rider only smiled down at his girl and Ruby felt the affection between them. She didn’t have too many friends, and most were platonic men, her own fault really, so maybe, after the awkwardness had settled, she could come back, to see Zara, of course. When Preacher wasn't around, maybe.

Though both chest and feet were bare, Preacher stepped outside with her, she was about to tell him he didn’t need to walk her to her car when she found herself slammed against the outer wall and his mouth crashed down onto hers.

His kiss was untamed, it hit the ground running, mouths open, tongues tangling, triggering the fine hairs on the base of her neck into a tornado, her body liquid and soft against all his hard muscle as he grasped the back of her head and kissed holy hell out of her, minutes ticking by, daring her tongue not to join in with slow sweeps against hers, she moaned and slipped into his lips, arching up on her toes to wind both arms around his neck. His kiss consumed and she guessed it was meant to, to make her regret wanting to leave him.

“Get a room!” The amused jeer startled Ruby out of the bubble and she wrenched away, falling back on her feet, a hand up to her lips, feeling him there. Swollen and hot.

“Come to my place tonight.” Dark penetrating eyes a caress.

Not in the habit of making plans with her one night stands this was teetering on cumbersome, only because she was epically tempted to sayyes pleaseand kiss the face off him.

Her hand had a mind of its own, grasping onto his beard, letting the wiry hair run through her fingers. She’d tugged on it so much last night his chin must be sore, but he’d never stopped her not once, nor now, just grinned down at her like he liked her touching him.

“We shouldn’t.”Talk me into it. Make me relent. I want it.God. she did. Her pussy clenched flooding with moisture. Here she was with his taste saturating her mouth and her skin on fire to fuck him on the damp ground from the night's rain, with people around to jeer some more.

Ruby was a lost cause. And a sucker for a good penis.

“You said we can have more time, you telling me last night was enough for you?”

“It was … nice, Preacher.”