Page 47 of Preacher Man

She knew his body, knew what he liked now. She’d explored until he’d gripped her hair and begged her to climb on his cock. She’d got to know his piercing, found how sensitive he’d been as she’d run her tongue over each rung of the ladder, he’d begged then, too. Such a heady rush to knock that massive man off his feet, to have him pleading with her to wrap her mouth harder around his---Ruby pulled in a shuddered breath tinged with arousal that hit her so fast before she wandered down sexual lane and she missed her chance to make a quiet exit.

Fetching her purse from the bedroom floor, it was littered with empty condom wrappers, that’s what happened with months’ worth of celibacy, she’d gone a little wild with the overindulgence, her thighs were sore in all the right places.

Unable to help herself, and he was asleep, she assured, so he’d never know, Ruby tiptoed up to the bed, leaned down over Preacher, she touched the back of his shaved head and dropped a kiss to his forehead. She should wake the man and thank him properly, what was appropriate for amazing sex, an Amazon gift card, maybe? A lifetime membership to cheese of the month?

Closing the door behind her she finally breathed. What a night. Incredible didn't cover it, but she could analyze all the dirty details once she was home free of the clubhouse. She paused a minute letting her world recalibrate itself under her feet before setting off down the long corridor, thank god it was early, no one should be up----

On entering the main area, she clapped eyes with four people. Did no one sleep around here? Her hand crept up to her hair, checking it subconsciously, this was all she needed, an audience.

All of them turned to look, though three, who were collecting debris in large black sacks got back to their task. The other one though -- Grinder -- and Preacher’s boy, if she wasn’t mistaken, turned with a mug of steaming something in hand and arched a brow at her. Dark gray eyes swimming with amused mischief.

A wicked knowing smile played around his full mouth.

Ruby made her feet move, forced her shoulders back. She had nothing to be ashamed of, she was an adult who could do very adult things when she pleased, she recognized no judgment accept her own and His. And since God was not answering his snapchats these days she ignored the look on Grinder's face.

"You even dare hum the walk of shame to me and I'll punch your lights out," she warned, narrowed eyes glinting just daring Grinder to open his stupid mouth behind that stupidly entertained smirk. He rested one foot on the floor, leaning himself against the bar slurping his drink.

"Wouldn't dream of it, babe. Can I get you a coffee? Yo, dipshits, back to cleaning, Rider wants the place spotless so we can eat breakfast off this floor.” He shouted over her head, she turned to see the three boys gawking once more, but quickly beat feet to do as commanded.

“No thanks, I’ll grab something at home. That must be nice having minions to boss around.”

“It doesn’t hurt,” he smirked sipping his drink.Sip. Sip. Smirk. He was a casual biker this morning, in dark blue tracksuit bottoms and a plain black T-shirt, a wrist cuff around his right hand. Still wearing his dark woollen beanie hat that hung loose in the back and tight around his skull. Was it surgically attached to his dark hair, she wondered? Did he sleep in it, and what did his girl of the moment think of that?

Sip. Sip. Stare. He was waiting for her to say more, she could just tell. Men with their such small minds.

Ruby mentally rolled her eyes, the guy had rocks rattling around inside his handsome skull if he thought she was embarrassed being caught coming out of Preacher’s room. A place like this was probably overrun with one night stands. She was no stranger to how an MC was run, she’d just never broken her own imposed rule to tangle with one of them before. And she’d had plenty of offers from bikers, thankyouverymuch.

Preacher had been too much temptation for her to resist.

But now he was out of her system.

He was. He absolutely was.

No going back for seconds, no matter how he’d gotten her to agree otherwise, it didn’t count.

“You stake my buddy to the bed by any chance?" He deadpanned.

She scowled, her step faltering. What, did she have a black widow spider reputation? she rarely ate men, too much gristle. "Yes, that's what I do." Dry tone. "He's asleep, check if you don't believe me."

"Hold up." Something in his voice made her pay better attention to his face, Ruby arched a brow, he looked...shocked, all joking aside now he was staring at her. What was his problem? "Preacher is asleep ... likesleeping? Is he drunk?"

Her scowl morphed from hurt feelings to nastier irritation seeping into her tone. "Because he'd need to be pissed out of his brain to sleep with me, right?"

"Babe. Nah. That's not what I meant. Sorry. He's really just asleep?"

"Yes, he's just sleeping, and not drunk."Weirdo. “What, do you think I drugged him? I assure you he’s perfectly fine and safe from wittle ole me,“ She was revisiting her old thought of punching this biker right in his crown jewels.

“Quit harassing her, G.” the deepness, all scratchy rough came from behind her and Ruby almost twisted her body in half spinning around.

Preacher, in all his tall glory. Shit. So much for her easy exit strategy. Stupid Grinder holding her up, an even better reason to scowl at the man a second time.

Her motion paused, awestruck. She’d looked like she’d been dropped from a great height into a bed of thorns, whereas Preacher, that mountain man, in his unbuttoned jeans and not much else, feet bare, glorious chest bare, and his hair tied in the tiny stub on top of his head, looked about as dreamy as a man she’d just fucked sideways could look.

Light scratches clear to see on his neck and shoulder. Oh god. She remembered vividly digging her nails into his skin when he was torturing her with that indecent mouth of his fucking her between her legs. He smiled and sent her belly into a plummet, the center of her blooming until she was nothing but bones and barking hormones standing between the man she had slept with and his smirking friend slurping on hot coffee judging with his judgey eyes bouncing between them.

There was the dark predatory look on Preacher’s face, stalking her with his smiling eyes, using his long stride to reach her in a matter of seconds.

Breathe got trapped in her oesophagus. She swallowed hard. He even smelled good. How was that possible? They’d been a sweaty mess all night. Thank god for the mini can of deodorant she carried in her purse.

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