Page 49 of Preacher Man

“Nice!” Rather than be offended, he laughed, the noise a direct line to her crotch. Jesus. He ignored whoever had been catcalling and pulled her in flush to his body, his neck cranking down to look her straight in the eye. Naughty emerald blades that were so shrewd at times it cut past the easy-go-lucky persona Preacher wore.

He saw straight down to her blatant lie calling her out on it. He'd been in that bedroom with her, he knew her cries and pleading, sex that good demanded a repeat, she just didn't know if she could risk it, already she was ... feeling the things in the place she had no right feeling anything and not for a biker, god,a biker. “If that was nice I’d hate for us to experience amazing. We’d die, baby. I’m willing to chance it. Come to my place tonight.”

“Preacher. No.” Before he could talk more, she pressed a kiss to his mouth, deep closed lips kiss, luxuriating the plump feel of them before she dropped back to her toes, and turned. “Later, Asher.”

“I’m going to think of the sounds you made when you came for me, Ruby. All fucking day I’ll hear those breathy greedy noises. I want more. This isn’t over. Talk to you soon, beautiful,“ his roughened amused tone teased and she cast a look back to see him looking at her before he headed back into his clubhouse.

She’d had thewildestsex with a dirty horny biker.

Breaking all her own rules. With Preacher of all men.

Ruby found herself smiling unlocking her car door, she didn't have a single regret.

You want so much from him.She did. Why deny it. They could just continue to have casual sex. Preacher didn’t seem like he was the relationship type, and good sex was hard to come by, and after her dry spell, she had been spoiled in the last twelve hours.Friends with benefits.That same voice suggested, only it sounded very much like Preacher’s scratchy sexy filled voice, the same voice he used on her when he’d been pounding the life out of her.

Stepping out of her car, sparks of intended lust shooting low in her abdomen, Ruby was smiling as she made her way back inside to tell Preacher man to have his piercing ready for her tonight.

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Nothing pleased Grinder more than having a brother to rip the fuck out of first thing on a morning when he wasn’t hungover or feeling the effects of a good dose of weed. Both of which he indulged in last night and still he woke early and didn’t feel like a five-hundred-year old turd. He knew he should lay off the weed and the booze, especially when it fucked him up for days afterwards, the boys said it was ‘cause he couldn’t handle that shit like he could in his twenties and denying he was aging he refused to give up his partying ways, he’d taken it easy instead last night, the latest strain of green was stronger, so he’d kept it to two joints, and went to bed far too early like a good boy knowing he had work today.

He'd gone to bed alone. It was a Christmas in June miracle. None of the groupies had interested him after seeing them give a blowjob to another club brother he wasn’t inclined to stick his tongue in her mouth, call him crazy but blowjob by proxy he didn’t fancy.

Grinder smirked watching the exchange between his buddy and the bar-girl. It must be a first for a chick to stay overnight, but then to knock Preacher back for seconds, he wasn’t letting this slide, not after Preacher ragged him for days last summer when he crashed and burned withher-who-wasn’t-to-be-namedbecause that shit still made his blood nuclear. Holy shit, he’d fuck the stupid out of her one of these days, it was his dying bucket list wish.

Slurping on his coffee, smiling over the rim of the cup he shoved himself off the bar stool, rounded to the coffee machine Jed had set up back there ever since Z-girl had come aboard their dysfunctional family. Fucks sake they all drank lattes and those caramel frap-things like giant pussies but he'd take a dump in hell first before he’d give them up now he’d tasted heaven. He still drank it out of a big manly fucking mug, shut up. Offering a cup to Preach, he waited just a minute to begin. Had to hand the credit to Preacher --who was the first guy Grinder had brought to Rider for consideration into the club, spoke up and sponsored him-- he always got the chick, but to ask her to stick around for eggs? He started humming the wedding march under his breath. This was too good to pass up. Grinder wondered what color his Boutonnière for his best man wedding cut would be? Yellow, it went with his eyes.

“Do I need to buy some fucking rhinestones for my cut then?”

Preacher’s brows bunched. “What the hell you wanna do that for? You got some homemaking bitch tendencies in ya, G?” The groupies had a hard-on for putting bling on everything.

“I was thinking for this big spectacular fucking wedding we’re gonna have for you and miss hottie. I mean really, Preach, you offered eggs,“ his laugh rumbled the moment he saw Preacher had caught on, his stare turned nasty. “It’s just as good as a proposal. I almost cried, man. Can I give you away? Jed can sing. He does a mean Johnny Cash.”

“Oh, fuck you, asshat. It’s too early.” Preacher chuckled but made to walk off back towards his room. Grinder laughed then sobered. “I’m yanking your chain, fuckstick, don’t run off. Hey, Preach. She said you were sleeping. Like asleep for real. You were okay with her?”

He watched the man he was closest to within the club tense, then his shoulders dropped from around his ears and relaxed, his eyes darkened pinning him. “Yeah, it was fine. Didn’t aim to fall asleep. Nothing happened.”

“Sex was that good?” Of course, he was waiting for details. It was what they did. Usually over beers, but neither of them were getting any younger, they could adapt and talk pussy over coffee.

“Drop it.”

“What? No details? The fuck is up with that? You usually can’t wait to brag the adventures of your dick. What about that chick who blew you so hard you had cock-sore for two days?! And that crazy one who cried and said Jesus wanted you to fuck her again.”

Preacher smirked but said nothing.

Look at that, Grinder thought to himself, shoving some escaped hair that fell into his eyes back up under his hat

“You caught feelings for the bar hottie? I can't even believe it, Preach. Must be some pussy, man. You gonna tell her about ---”

For a second Preacher looked uncomfortable, eyeballing Grinder like he was deciding whether he wanted to punch him clean in the face or confess what wedding bouquet he wanted to carry. Without doubt, yellow roses, Grinder with a dirty smirk on his face.

“Fucking leave it, G.”

“Daaaaaamn, bro, really? I mean I was joking around with you, but ...really?” Grinder grinned, but only ‘cause he’d caught sight of the dark haired miss hottie coming back through the double doors. He could see the rhinestones he’d get one of the groupies to mock up a shirt for him.

“It was just goddamn pussy, G, shut the hell up.” Preacher growled.

Oh, shit, buddy. Fuck.

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