Page 179 of Preacher Man

"I don't negotiate with terrorists!" She hissed like she held all the cards. She held exactly zero cards so why was she getting so goddamn mouthy? HerAbuelaalways said her mouth would get her into deep trouble one of these days.Hey, Mimi, one day is right now."Just let me go." Luxe was proud of the calm in her voice.

"When I get what I want." There was a slight edge of something in his tone. Regret maybe? Bitterness? The way he looked deeply in her eyes unnerved her. He was unwrapping the bag of food, laying the packages out neatly on the bedside table, full butler service, despite the situation her belly growled at the smells, she hadn't eaten anything at the party, and from the looks of the shutters covering the windows, it was already the next day. She got hangry when she didn't eat.

"How about fuck you."

His dark head came up, caught in his intense gray-eyed attention, it settled on her like a physical touch, freezing her to the spot. Remembering every dirty word, he’d growled into her mouth the last time she’d seen her kidnapper.

She'd gone too far,remember those cards you don't hold, Luxe? But then his mouth framed by the thick black beard quirked at one side, she hated his stupid wind swept spikey gorgeous hair on his stupid head.

"That’s some offer, you do owe me a good load. Maybe later if you ask nicely." When heat flashed through his eyes she was punched by it. Which really threw a wrench into her plan of trying to bludgeon this fool the moment she got her arms free.

"But first, you can eat your food." He untied one arm, he hadn't tightened them too much so she hadn't lost feeling. Considerate asshole. His smell was fucking amazing as he leaned over her. "Now, you wanna get started on these negotiations, dirty rotten thief?" Smiled Grinder and began folding up the sleeves of his shirt.

The air turned to syrup. The room smaller.

Veiny forearms exposed.

A dark imposing stare held her eyes.

She was transfixed, unable to look away.

Grinder was a problem. And not only because he'd kidnapped her.

How the hell was she getting out of this one?

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

“Where else would I go but where she is..." – Hawk

"I might just get on my knees and thank Him now for what I am about to receive." He might be Priest by name, but there was nothing holy in Preacher's diabolical naughty smile.

Ruby's insides turned to jelly.

Before she pounced on him.

Entertaining a bunch of Priests for the whole day was tiring yet so much fun, Ruby had never been around family that genuinely loved and enjoyed each other's company before, the weather was scorching in the high nineties with just a fast rain shower mid-afternoon, they’d stayed outside most of the time and grilled mass amounts of marinade meat, played games, the Rookies game turned on the TV for the boys, Birdie, and Maxwell had brought Sebastian one of those inflatable pools he’d loved and while Ruby had basked in the newness of a family day, luxuriating in the small touches Preacher had laid on her lower back, her nape, the side of her face whenever they were in touching distance, it was the cause of her arousal most of the damn day, and that colossal former lothario knew just what he’d done to her, what with his saucy smirks he flashed her way and that evil wink of his. Beloved bastard.

If she didn’t love his cock so much she’d abstain as punishment.

Naturally, the minute everyone had piled into the car and driven off, a very sleepy Seb, exhausted from his exciting day, was bathed and tucked into bed, falling fast asleep mid Dr Seuss, she’d attacked Preacher in the kitchen, the door closed, she could be as loud as she wanted to be.

Holding her around the waist, both hands on her butt, grinding her to his erection, their kiss was feral, deep and savage as they tore into each other, shredding clothes. She was going to have the indentation of the kitchen island in her spine for a while, but she didn’t care, she needed him like a fucking gust of air through her lungs. She loved when he turned her inside out, made her crazy to climb him and impale herself. The position didn’t give her much room to move, but Christ, she worked with what she had.We’re newlyweds, Ruby, attack me whenever you want to, I'm ready.He’d told her when she’d confessed just how frantic he made her, there was too much desire, too much heat, what else could she do but pour it into him.

So, she did. Right there in the kitchen among the debris of the BBQ, plates everywhere, empty beer bottles scattered on the table top, the sink piled high with dirty dishes, the details around them didn't matter, she was obsessed with his body, each glance during the day had added into her prolonged arousal, addicted to the feel of his piercing going in and out of her, and she was going to have all of him right now.

“Fucking hell.” He groaned when she reached into his jeans and pulled his thick cock free, rolling him in her palm, paying attention to the row of metal on the underside, making Preacher’s eyes roll into the back of his head. She laughed like a champion, she was doing that to him, that erotic groan was all hers.

She did it again, making the tip leak over her fingertips and he cursed the air blue.

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Zara was downstairs in the kitchen with the door closed while Rider was in their bedroom upstairs recklessly packing for them. Ordinarily, she would have done it, her eyebrow was twitching imagining him throwing in mismatched underwear and shirts that wouldn't go with any of her pants, but she'd needed him out of the way for five minutes so she’d played on feeling nauseous for her biker-man to jump into action and insist he did the packing while she rested. He was so sweet and so easy to play on his doting daddy-to-be fraught nerves.

They didn't have secrets as per their own agreement plus advice from her therapist, so this was serious, a necessary omission of the truth because she'd decided she wouldn't tell him anything that was about to occur in their kitchen. Mainly because she wasn't altogether certain what she was doing meant anything, only that she had a crazy female intuition feeling. She’d want to know, was her way of justifying her subterfuge. She'd have a lot to confide at her next therapy session.

"He won't be interested, Icy. Why would he?" Rider had scowled when she'd asked him casually if he was going to call and let Hawk know, his brow more furrowed than usual with worry. Because he was the VP and Rider would be away from the club for a couple of days, she'd used as an explanation.

What could she say; I really think you should tell Hawk, and not because of the club. Because I think he'd be really interested on a personal level because I saw something on his face one time months ago for a split second and I'm jumping to huge conclusions. Yeahhhh, that wouldn't look absurd at all and it would only cause Rider to hiss and spit.

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