Page 70 of Savage Lust

I pushed past Preacher as he blustered and threw myself down the hall.

I slowed as soon as I got to Cam, wrapped both arms around his middle, under the cut, and plastered myself to him like a horny groupie. He stopped, body hard and tense, expression… worse than it had been today after the chase. This was dangerous, savage, and any other time would make me want him so bad my toes would curl.

But not now.

“Preacher!” he called, his voice hollow and hard.

I squeezed harder. “Not here, Cam. Please.”

This was the cold slither of fear snaking around all my possible futures. Preacher scared me, not just physically. There was a meanness to him, one that could lash out and hurt Cam. The bar had shown me a glimpse of what he was capable of. But this was different.

My fear was that Preacher could take him away from me.

To keep Cam Savage, I’d do just about anything.