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The thought of putting his hands on her in the same way he had with Ginny ran his blood to pure ice.

He’d fucking kill himself first.

Would never hurt the tiny dancer.

He hoped with all hope, anyway.

There was always a scream in the back of Preacher’s throat, like he’d swallowed it down forever ago and was forcing it to stay there, afraid of the unfettered noise. On bad nights it came out, rare these days, thank god, but he was always aware it was there. It tasted like copper and grief.

The scream would pale in insignificance if god forbid he ever injured Ruby. It would be a roar he couldn’t control.

Confrontations of the ugly kind left him with a sour taste. He should stick around the club, look for a fair fight to ease some of the tension. If he was at home he’d have Grinder spar with him, a fight to make sense of the mess of his head. It always did the trick if sex didn’t. With Ruby on the back of his bike working her lithe fingers over his crotch, he only had one thing on his mind.

Call him a simple man.

No fight could make him feel human as much as her hand stroking his cock did.

Don’t ever hurt this woman.He warned.

Or he’d eat his own damn gun.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

“I feel him in places that had no business feeling. Wasn’t it enough my traitorous vagina wanted him. Now my heart was in on it, too…” - Ruby.

Instead of freaking out and blurting a hundred questions in record time Ruby chose the lesser evils of two roads, the more pleasurable road and seduced Preacher on the quick ride to the nearest motel sensing he needed it more than she wanted answers. Her hand had laid snug on his crotch the entire journey, giving him little encouraging pats to aid him in driving faster, the ride had been thrilling, even if her sore legs were protesting. And worth it if the blistering look he’d given her when he’d helped her climb off and told her to wait by the bike while he sorted out their room.

The room wasn’t much to look at, but it was tidy and functional for their needs. A bed, a dresser, a shitty TV that only had a few channels working. The carpet smelled of cleaning products, she shuddered to think what it needed a deep clean for, but the bed was presentable, same went for the bathroom when she poked her head inside the smaller room. Washing the grime of the day from her hands and face, she heard Preacher groan and dump himself on the bed.

“C’mere, baby.” He called out. Ruby’s body pulsed with the timber.

She was all about her own hormones and how they made her feel and want, but then he reached down and fisted his cock, bringing it in and up towards his belly button. That one grunt and all thoughts banished and she was caught once again in his magic. Painfully alive and watching his hand motions jerking himself slowly as if taunting her with what she wanted most.

"Show me how you like it, what you do when you're alone."

"Come over here." He beckoned with his voice rough as sandpaper. She went, sitting on the end of the bed. He’d unbuttoned his jeans pulled apart so he could reach inside, gripped his cock so tight the head turned purple squeezing out a drop of pre-come from the slit.

Ruby moaned.

"I've been picturing you on your knees lately when I do this."

"That's how you like it?" She was hardly breathing.

Up and down. "Yeah. You're always so hungry, opening your mouth, poking out your little pink tongue. I want to come all over your lips. I think about that a lot."

The sight was like nothing she'd seen before, this beast of a man giving himself pleasure, she could see it rolling through him in hard spasms, his belly jerking causing the muscles beneath to bounce out of order.

He crossed his ankles, used his other hand to palm the head of his cock, rubbing in the wetness there, his eyes closed for a second before pinging open and pinning Ruby.

He wanted her to see this, the pleasure.

And god, if she could have looked away, to walk away right then before he caught her in his web... she most probably would have stayed rooted to the bed.

"I'm close already. This is what you do to me, Ruby."

"You want to come now?"

"Yeah. I'm close." Hard breathing. Hers matched his.

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