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Ruby had to fuck him or risk losing her mind and she needed that to focus on the rest of her life, at least to just get through this month while she ate ramen and avoided her landlord.

The party. She decided. It was neutral ground. Perfect for a fast hit and run screw.

Get in. Get off and get out. And it worked out better it was at his place, there was no awkward waiting for someone to get out of her bed, she could leave at any time. Yes, it would be perfect, she mused.

She was good with casual sex, her enjoyable recreational sport most weekends in the past when life was just that little bit shit, she could at least have an orgasm or four. One psychopathic dickhead had ruined it for Ruby. But Preacher had awoken her libido again. It would be a shame to waste her throbbing glands on an average joe. Nah, if she was re-joining the sexual population it had to be with someone who knew what he was doing.

And that tickling low in her abdomen said she had a sneaky suspicious Preacher would fuck her in all the dark ways she craved.

The party. She breathed, sucking in the air now it was settled, for sure this time.

She couldn’t tell a man like Preacher she was going to fuck one minute and then punk out the next. She was no cock tease.

Well, she was or used to be. But for all good reasons, and only when she intended to follow through.

“The party,” she said aloud, to cement it in sexual stone. Taking the right turn heading home. She had to get ready for it. For him.

Her nerve endings buzzed beneath her skin. Anticipating just what a man like Asher Priest would be like.

I know every dirty inch of you. His eyes always seemed to be saying to her. Impossible.

But she wanted him to.

God help her. She wanted him to explore every filthy crevice of her underused desires.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

“What panties did a girl wear to have a one-night stand with a manwhore? - Ruby.

"You look like you're psyching yourself into going inside. Is the team-talk working at all?" A small laughing voice asked, causing Ruby to look behind her. The voice belonged to a stunning blonde woman sitting out on a lawn chair who Ruby hadn't even known was there until now and she'd been standing glaring up at the entryway for a good five minutes already. The woman looked so out of place when there was a rowdy biker party going on inside, but the woman, who wasn’t dressed in any way like a biker groupie, seemed comfortable as she smiled across at Ruby, the outside lights bouncing off her almost white hair. She was freaking gorgeous. Like the good witch, Glinda.

"I am. Kinda. Not sure how stupid I’m being right now.” Having talked herself out of it ten times while she showered, fluffed her hair, painted her face, slipped into the tight clothes and then again on the drive over. Fuck him. Don't fuck him. Fuck him. And on and on with the mental argument.

"Oh, believe me. I've been there." Blondie chuckled sipping from a red cup. "I remember thinking the exact same thing a few years ago. Funny how things work out. I walked into that party and met my destiny."

Huh. Eyebrows pinched together. Not exactly what Ruby was going for. Destiny not so much, but a hard-heavy night with a man who knew what to do with her body, she’d take that, or she would if she could make her feet move and walk inside to Preacher. Just a few steps, that's all it was. He was inside somewhere,waiting.

It was shady as fuck is what this was. She'd come to a motorcycle club, the most dangerous notorious club in Colorado, for a damn booty call. With Don Juan of the wandering dick.

Shoot her now.

Aftersex. Because she was really going to go through with it. She'd put on her good panties and expensive perfume.

But afterward, the shooting could happen and the self-reproach for falling for his manwhore game. She might as well collect a ticket and compare with the waitresses.

Ruby considered her body her enemy when it was so insistent on what it wanted in difference to her reasonable brain telling her to abort. It was her body's doing she couldn't stop thinking about Preacher and the promise of the glint from his dark emerald dirty eyes. The promise of desire had her by the lady balls.

Her nerves jangled underneath her skin, the sensation foreign, she wasn’t usually such a nervous nelly with these things, she really was good at the sex game, not that anyone could tell with her standing there like a frightened rabbit, looking through the entryway she saw person after person and not the one she wanted to see, to check how she felt. She’d know if she saw Preacher, if she could look at his craggy bearded face and see that smirk of lust.

That one last final decision.

The noise levels rose and she peeked in.

All those men in there had a connection to each other. Probably not by blood, but they'd chosen a family for each other. She understood people needed to find their family where they could. What must that feel like? To know without question someone had your back, to have another person at your side.

She was jealous. Even of this woman talking so fondly of everyone. Ruby felt the pulse of longing to belong … somewhere.

"Let me say, and forgive me for being forward, but if you do decide to go inside, and you change your mind for whatever reason, it happens, you know, don't walk home, okay? Come and find me, someone always knows where I am. We'll get you a cab or you can crash in a private room. No one will bother you. Just … don't walk anywhere alone."

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