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She fucking wantedhimbut was giving the sweet to some other chump?

What a kick in the balls.

Wasn’t he worth the sweet? Jesus, their sex was on fire, he’d never fucked anyone like Ruby, and he’d hasten a guess she felt the same, he didn’t brag, but he gave it to her good.

Unfamiliar. Foreign.

He got himself under control.

“Preacher? You’re quiet. What was your question?”

Kissing her mound, he barely heard her voice through the heady rush of having her thighs clasp around his ears, a man of focus he could have easily become lost in her pussy, he’d once joked with Rider that Zara must have a magical pussy for how fast he became a love whipped dog around her, but this here, right on his tongue as he forced her lips open and kissed her crudely, this was all fucking magical and allhis.

He growled and kissed her deeper just to hear her lose her control, that dirty little gasp she emitted when he knew she was close to coming, just a few little licks and his tiny dancer was gonna lose it in his mouth.

“Oh, god. Please.”

Oh, he would.

His life was lived in black and white, it was the only way he could cope after Shane. He knew where he was with the club brothers, Rider was a fair boss and a better friend, so they dallied on the wrong side of the law, for the most part, it was for the greater good of their family. They were a family, not many understood that when they saw them en-masse riding through the town. Thugs. Criminals. Animals. He’d heard it all whispered behind their backs, all of it funny, he brushed most of that shit off cause why let something insignificant get to you. His life was all black and white, he couldn’t afford gray areas, that instability of not knowing what was around the corner, never again. He had to be on top of everything before it was on top of him.

So, for him to consider ignoring what he’d heard, to continue to go on as they were, having fun, fucking when the need arose was to decide to push himself into a gray area he’d only come to hate Ruby.

They didn’t have a commitment, fucks sake, they were fuck buddies at most, but if she had a thing with someone else why not just tell him? Sure, his cock was good, but she didn’t seem the cake and eat it type. And for all his bad reputation Preacher never strung women along with lies and bullshit, they knew the score from the get-go.

“I want you to tell me something, beautiful.” A finger slid inside her, curled upwards right over her magic spot, wetness gushed over his fingers and he wanted more than anything for her to answer quick so he could bask in that drenched pussy.

Her moans pierced him like an arrow. You better answer damn fast, tiny dancer.

Fucking her for a minute, he was a crazy sadist and got her good and worked up first, her face flush, lips wet from biting them, he had her legs up and spread out, his very own Ruby buffet, one last suck on her clit, he stilled his long index finger inside her right over her G-spot making her whimper. He couldn’t tear his gaze from her. Didn’t matter how much she’d had her hands on him, the visceral thrill charged through him still.

“Oh, Asher, what? Just ask me so we can-----”

He shushed her by pressing his finger in and hard. She buckled.

It was a punishment for a crime he didn’t know she’d committed yet. But now he was all fucking tangled up in hearing her love for someone else he couldn’t stop himself.

Rolling that finger in and out in and out, her belly fluttering wildly, she was panting and arousing him on, his cock so hard he was about to burst.

Waiting until she looked up at him.

Eyes hard.

“Who the fuck is Sebastian, baby?”

Her gasp was audible. Her guilt covered her face. Her hand stilled on his face and because he needed it he leaned into it, just for a second feeling their connection and the heat even as her fingers trembled.

Fucks sake. Now he was going to have to kill this guy.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

“No one blames a wild animal for his appetites. Don't judge mine." - Lawless.

Lawless had about as many faces as he had degrees stashed in his back pocket. And he had a lot of those. Some called him a genius. Others said he was a killer.I'll take what is Lawless? for 300, Alex.Something about that little piece of paper to say he was cleverer than the average joe made his Johnson hurt. Look at me now, momma.

And no one liked a painful dick.

Except for Lawless. When he was in the mood for it.

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