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“Let me take a look at it.” He threw a leg over his bike and climbed off, taking two steps towards her, pushing his whole body under the hood, she shuffled back out of his way, saw ten pairs of eyes all grinning at her. Lord, if she was into bikers they sure would be affecting her underwear, all decked out in leather, denim and naughty smirks.

The clean scent of Preacher hunched over her girlie green car drew her attention. “I told you, she’s dead.”

“Maybe. I can have one of the boys take a look back at the shop.”

“No. That’s...no that’s okay.” Embarrassed to say she didn’t have the cash for that. “I can do without it for now.”

“Ruby, let me have a look. Do you need to be somewhere?” His gaze swept down her, landed on her heeled boots and came back up her body much slower until she felt like he'd touched every nook and cranny. She swallowed.

“Just a few jobs I was considering and I have to go into work in a while.” Whittling her lip, she hated relying on anyone and here she was about to let Preacher step in and help her. “Look, it’s fine, thanks for stopping but---”

“Yo, G. Call into the shop and get a pick up here asap. You got the keys, Ruby?”

He was wearing a bandana under his helmet, his black leather jacket zipped right to the chin, he looked like the proverbial bad boy. As always, his beard was styled in a tight point. No frizz for him, bastard. She reached up and ran a hand down her wet hair, the rain only spitting finely now. He smiled and her brows fell. She needed to tell him she had no money for a repair job.

“I don’t need it fixed, Preacher. Thanks.”

“What, you’re going to drive a broken car?” His gorgeous mouth split in a devastating smile that affected every corner of her body.

“It's not how you stand by your car, it's how you race your car.” She huffed. He was a guy, she waited for him to get the connection. She only saw his eyebrow flick up. “Huh? Wasn’t thinking of racing it.“

Ruby laughed, feeling her spine relax.

“Fast and the fucking Furious, right?” Laughed Grinder chiming in.

“See, this one knows his good movies.” She sent the man sat leaning into his handlebars with his beanie hat in exchange of his bike helmet a killer watt grin. She liked people who could get movie quotes, her kind of people.

“I can give you a ride to wherever you need to be.” He offered, sweeping the smile right off her cheeks. Get on the back of his bike … with him? Having to hold his waist? Ruby scoffed internally. Not unless she wanted to play ‘tease my vagina’ by being all up on that. Which she did not.

“I got it, thanks.” She went around to the driver's side, locked up and handed him the keys. “When will I know the time of death?”

He snickered showing full even white teeth. “Give me your number and I’ll let you know the verdict in a couple hours once I’ve had time to get under her.”

The way he said it.Under her. Had Ruby shivering and thinking not very polite things. All sex things. Dirty naughty sex things.

“Ruby? Number.”

Oh yeah.She took a minute to program his into her phone and sent him an emoji as a test text. Preacher laughed. “An eggplant? Now, babe, if you wanted my dick you only had to say.” His chest brushed up against her shoulder as he held out his phone for her to see she had sent him the fucking dick emoji. Not her fault it was the first one in her most recently used. She shrugged. “You look like an eggplant kind of guy, Preacher man.”

“I can be, depending on who is asking. Are you asking, beautiful?” That mouth came down to her ear, a voice thick as syrup rasped causing her to shiver. “Ask me.”

Had she really got herself caught up in flirting about an emoji dick? Jeez. Desperate times and all that. Preacher hummed and for a wild second she was going to ask him for the dick.

Just to borrow it for an hour, maybe two. Three tops.

The trundle noise of the Renegade Souls pickup truck stopped that conversation dead, thank god. She moved out from under his arm, crossed her own over her chest and watched while her car was loaded up on the bed of the truck.

What she took from this whole shitty last hour was; she now had Preacher’s phone number in her cell. And he had hers.

She would …most probably… not send any sexts.

CHAPTER FOUR

“A prez rules. Until it comes to his old lady, then he worships." - Rider.

“Roll over onto your belly, Icy.” Rider issued in his sex roughened voice. The president of the Renegade Souls MC was used to having his orders followed instantly, but for his old lady, he would cajole and seducedirtily. He felt her shiver in anticipation, moving languidly like he hadn’t been fucking her for the best part of two hours already.

Could never get enough of his old lady.

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