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As much as he’d held Malachai off this past year, he had told him some stuff. Incriminating stuff. To get him off his back, to make him shut up and leave him alone, if only for a short time.

Of course, he looked back, just once. His brother, the eldest by a few minutes, standing where Texas had left him, a weird look like regret on his face. The brothers weren’t identical, but close enough in features Texas worried every time his brother came to town that someone would see him and point fingers at the club and put five and six together and come up with bingo.

I can’t do this again. I won’t do this again. Not for Malachai or for Addison.

He was Renegade Souls. That’s who he was now.

CHAPTER THIRTY

“He had a floor so clean you could bang your fuck-buddy on it." Ruby.

They were off in a corner of the main room by themselves, each on one end of the couch. Ruby had been quite clear once she started working at the clubhouse that she wouldn’t be treated as a ‘sugar bottom’ by him so he better keep his hands and mouth to himself or she'd punch him, that shit made him laugh, and she went on to insist that she wouldn’t be ditching work to milk him at any point during the day or night whenever she was around, now he really wanted milking by those skinny ambidextrous fingers, again he’d laughed, of course, agreeing, he wouldn't do anything to make her feel uncomfortable, his funny lady.

Each time over the last couple of weeks he saw her in the compound, whether her car pulling in and passing by to wink at her through her little room, his heart stumbled for a second, he collected his hello kiss, but then they went their separate ways, that was until she took a break, or he took a break from his work, and they’d have a coffee together for a few minutes. Now it was the end of the day and all bets were off about the fucking touching because Ruby was looking delicious giving him the sultry eyes.

A growl rumbled his chest. "You're killing me, Ruby."

"I'm only sitting here. What am I doing?" He didn't believe her innocent blinking for a fucking second. Little teasing minx.

"You're turned on. It's driving me fucking insane to get at you." He sliced a knowing look her way. His arousal was a direct correlation to hers. One hand feeding the other, and Preacher and Ruby were eating a lot lately. The more he had her, the more he wanted.

"You make me want you. It's your fault." He loved she admitted it easily. They'd had a great few weeks exploring each other.

"I'll take full blame when I can get my hands on you, hold you down and pound my sweet little darling until she's sopping with excitement."

She visibly inhaled, forcing her tits to rise and fall beneath the thin white cotton of her long-sleeved shirt that clung and accentuated, shifting in her seat, one leg crossing, then she switched it the other side. Her knew now that he'd had his mouth on her breasts, at least a hundred beautiful times now, that they were that real and that perky, nothing uplifting about them, just perfect mounds he was addicted to tasting. “Do you know what the Goonies say, Preacher man?” She asked suddenly taking his attention from her chest back up to her eyes.

Okay. So, this conversation had taken a swerve from the dirty to the confusing. He’d bite as he always did when she went on a tangent, smiling, his brow cocked on his forehead, just waiting for the answer. "Go ahead, tell me."

“Down here it's our time. It's our time down here. That's all over the second we ride up Troy's bucket.“ Not even a curve on her lips as she quoted another of her movies, he found it so fucking cute when she did, she was gauging him, expectancy in her mischievous eyes. He felt himself grinning, he’d seen the movie more years ago than he could remember, with both his brothers one summer afternoon probably, he just bet his mom made her homemade lemonade and lemon bars, too. She used to do that a lot for her Priest boys.

“I don’t think I want anything to do with Troy’s bucket.”

“Good.” She giggled offering him her hand. Everything else became background noise as he grasped those fingers gently, ran his thumb down her middle one and back up again. “Let’s go, this is our time,” he didn't need telling twice.

They made it to his house in record time.

Fuck Troy’s bucket, he was fucking his lady. And he was going to make every night their time.

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Ruby cursed the air blue. She'd never had anyone this big before, this filling, and god she didn’t think she could take it, but she did, each time feeling like the first time all over again until her body surrenders in softness accepting the fullness of him.

Preacher’s driving thrusts pushed her across the floor, her elbows skidding on the linoleum until he bodily lifted her, back to chest, letting him dig in because that's all she could do, let him and take it.

Maybe it was divine providence giving her a nice respite from normal life, but the last couple of weeks had been the best in a long while, enjoying this man had become her favorite hobby and if the day came where they parted ways her body was going to go into mourning, no one could make her feel like he did.

Too big, so big, oh, god, the stretching felt so good.Her groan was fluid.

When Preacher got rough with her it was because he knew she wanted it that way, not as though she’d hidden it from him, her reactions spoke volumes without her having to say a word … it was heaven in a bread basket, and Ruby adored her carbs.

No wonder he was so rough. Shehadteased him on the ride to his house, she’d been guaranteed a fuck right away, her body attuned to his, she’d been ready, but what she hadn’t prepared for was the moment they’d arrived at his place, coming in through the garage instead of the front, he’d taken her down to the kitchen floor, a fast tackle of arms and colliding bodies, tearing at her clothes. And she’d let him, more than that, she’d actively cried out for his wildness.

Ruby was stretched to capacity, feeling it, oh, fuck she was feeling it good, almost unbearable and when he pushed her down onto her elbows he sank ever deeper hitting that spongy place on the back of her vagina wall, the orgasm was swift, overpowering, rendering her powerless to do little else other than inflate her lungs and hope she didn't die.

Because that's the kind of orgasm Preacher gives, the ones she thinks she might die from. It gripped her belly, that tight electric sensation flooding her system, she couldn't take it at first, all too much, but she did and it was so fucking special she cried his name all kinds of wheezy, she thought she said it, it all became a tiny bit unclear in those fast seconds of bliss. The tortured grunts he emitted reached inside her, gusted the pleasure around, pooled it like fire. She loved the sex noises he made.

"Again, Ruby. Give me one more," he slammed hard, lifting her pelvis into it, she felt alive in the eye of a storm.

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