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“Might be.” He put an arm behind his head, not bothered at all he was sprawled on his kitchen floor dangerously naked. The man had no shame when it came to his dick.

Turned out, neither did Ruby, when she leaned down and kissed his lower abdomen. He twitched and peeled open one heavy eyelid, smiled sluggishly.

She did it again, a little higher, then she went lower. Look at that, she grinned to watching as he hardened with some gentle coaxing, he wasn’t dead just yet.

“You lie back, old man, and recover. I have business to attend to.”

“Business?” His other eye came open, beautiful and bright green, both smiling at her.

Making room for herself in between his legs, she lowered her torso, and nuzzled his tip, watched how it jumped and reared up towards her.

“Yes,” she told him right before she took him into her mouth, a little at a time because he was big and her mouth wasn’t the size of the Hoover Dam. “Didn’t you know I’m a blowjob savant? I’m repaying the car debt. Relax, Preacher man. Ruby’s got this.”

He laughed rich and dark flashing her his dangerously sexy smile to make her damp and achy in all the right places.

She so had this.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

“Apparently, there’s no time like the present to go to crazy-town. Season ticket holder right here.” - Preacher.

Having a mercurial mind, Preacher was in no doubt where his thoughts were at as he eye-stalked Ruby from across the large expanse of space between them. He moved past his boys who were doing whatthefuckever he didn’t care, and caught onto his lady, hearing her laugh before his eyes found her. He stopped in his tracks, resting a shoulder in the doorway between the hallway and the main room, he had a perfect view of Ruby. She was deep in discussion with Zara, the way chicks got when it was something important, both women at the bar, one nursing a bottle of coke, the other an OJ, but their easy conversation, getting along as chicks did, wasn’t what caught his attention. It was the carefree expression on Ruby’s face, he saw it rarely and never after she’d had interaction with her sister who drained the life out of Ruby at every opportunity.

She never did call that douchebag Dwayne back, Preacher though, wanted to have a real long talk with him one of these days, he wouldn’t forget he’d called Ruby a bitch. She laughed at something Zara was saying, Preacher took the noise in and kept it, both smiling like they had their own little feminine club going, and membership to all those who had a dick were denied, he liked that a lot, Z-girl was good people now she’d stopped puking into random trash cans, by all accounts her ‘flu’ had cleared up, but again, it wasn’t the club queen who held any of his attention, that accolade went solely to the woman perched on the stool, her perfect knees were bare, the floaty red skirt she wore resting just above it, and with her hair down and the summery little sleeveless shirt, the excitement Preacher felt pounded in his gut indestructible.

They’d been having a good time together, keeping to her rules all the while he used subtle ways to try and ingrain himself on her life, he wasn’t above corruption or means of getting his own way when he wanted something, and Preacher was certain he wanted more from Ruby than the rules she’d laid out for them.

As it stood right now they’d spent more days this week at his house than anything else, she’d even cooked for them, he’d cooked for her, they’d gone to the damn grocery store together and she’d asked him what kind of beef patties he’d wanted, how many kind were there? Cute little thing standing in the meat aisle for ten minutes deliberating, all the while Preacher just wanted to mount her right there and then.

He had it bad.

He had ithard.

His balls throbbed. It was some wicked addiction to his woman if he wanted to empty himself a few hours after already having her in the shower. Her laugh was music and sex. He liked seeing her relaxed and in his place, in his club, loved having her on the back of his bike.

The thud in his chest became a boom-boom, matching the pain in the back of his skull, the headache going on sixteen hours now. When she was at his place, Preacher wasn't sleeping much.

He forgot that pain. His gaze eating her up, he fished for his cell phone to-----

“You can get arrested for that, you pervert.” A voice behind him announced quietly. He turned to see a cocky grin on Grinder’s face. He answered it with his own. His boy had been absent lately. “Not if you don’t call the cops, you narc. Where’ve you been hiding? You weren’t at the meeting again earlier.”

“You know how it is, bro.” He shrugged smiling but Preacher saw something pass through his eyes before it was masked and jovial Grinder was back in the room.

“You got trouble, G?”

“All’s fine, my man, nothing for you to worry about.”

“G…”

“Really, Preach.” He clapped Preacher on the shoulder. “But you know, if I ever was, you get my girl out there, ya understand?” His girl being his custom-made Harley.

The fuck. Though Grinder was giving the impression he was joking, Preacher could sense something was off with him, unless on assignment, G wasn’t the type to go wandering for days on end with no word. Preacher had been that busy with work and his Ruby the last few days that he’d taken his eye off the friend ball. Grinder was always there for him through every shitstorm, both personal and club related, and fuck, some days in the past had been pretty fucking stormy and through it all Grinder was his wingman. He grimaced watched him walking away.

It showed just where Preacher’s head was when that gorgeous laugh grabbed his attention. She’d swiveled around on the stool,fuck, he could almost see up her skirt for a second, his breath stalled, his head bent over his phone, no wonder his brain was aching, she made him crazy enough to try to type shit out when he only usually used it for calls. He didn’t have apps other than his GPS, what the hell did an outlaw want with social media, was he gonna announce the next beat down or under the table illegal deal? But he was even using one of those emoji’s. He smirked sending it and waited while she read;

P: 7:56 - “Let your knees drop open so I can get a better look.”

Her head came up so fast, searching… searching.Here I am, baby.When she found where Preacher was he winked at the little smile playing on her lips. She mouthed ‘pervert’ what was it today people all accusing him of dirty things, just because he had dark thoughts about this woman didn’t mean… nah, he was a pervert, he could own it. Better to own up to what and who he was. Besides which, from all the polls and surveys he’d taken within his bedroom walls, and the screaming graphs, Ruby pretty much liked him the way he was. Now to get her toreallylike him, that was the task, he thought.

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