Page 106 of Dirty Salvation

Life was ticking on one day at a time.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

“She’s no friend of mine. She’s my old lady.” – Rider

Rider recognized pretty quickly as he watched his Icy heal over the weeks, that she was a rare woman. She was addictive with a pure heart, throughout all its damage, it was pure and good ... but it came with a dirty mind.

He smiled slowly, watching her from across the room as she laughed with big Jim, her cheeks flush from whatever compliment he was giving her today. He did that a lot. Jim was a good man, a great biker-asset to his club from the original format, one of the few Rider had kept on board, and he'd taken Zara under his fatherly wing. Same with his uncle Jed who had deemed Zara ‘girlie’ from day one and told him he liked her and to make her fucking smile already.

Rider was trying his hardest.

He continued to watch her. His eyelids dropping to half mast, lazy and full of desire.

She looked like snow wouldn't melt even on the hottest of days. Still with her prom queen face and wavy prima donna hair, though her clothes were a helluva lot different now than the first time he'd seen her, Zara was a good girl with a dirty mind.

And he was the only lucky one who knew it.

Lucky fucking him.

His girl was a hungry little thing for all things concerning him even to the point her libido overtook his.

"What's got you smiling like an idiot, Prez? Or need I ask..." Rider heard from behind and cocked his head, breaking the view of Zara, turning to see a grinning Preacher giving it the jiggling eyebrows.

“You really wanna call me an idiot today and die, Preach? That’s gonna cut into all your dick-time isn’t it? How many women you got on your hook right now, six, seven? That’s gonna be some glamorous fuckin’ wake. It’ll be tits for days.”

Preacher barked a laugh. Shithead amused pegging the reason for Rider's smile.

Rider slid his eyes back to Zara for a second.

Shit was going well with her in the office, she worked with him and his treasurer.

Texas was pleased to hand over the customer-service to her, his money man was a lot of things, he could invest in money pits and turn them into gold mines, but tactful was not one of them and if he told a cantankerous customer to go fuck themselves once more Rider was going to straight up strangle him.

“Nah, nothing like that, bro. You have too many on the dick at once and they get to talking with each other and that’s when jealous rages happen. You ever had a chick take a baseball bat to your bike? I had to bury that old girl. The bike, not the chick.” something slick in Preacher’s grin made Rider flash his own.

Preacher loved the women, plural, in varying shapes and colors, and they all loved him in return. “But now you’re all matrimonially hooked up to that sweet thing you wouldn’t know ‘bout that would ya?” he winked at Rider who dismissed it with an eye-roll.

“Don’t get dead anytime soon from a crazy one who thinks you're gonna put a ring on it, Preach. I might need you to head out of town. I’ll let you know at the next church.”

“Fucck yeah. I’m down for an out of town pussy-hunt, Prez.” He joked and Rider knew it from his tone.

His voice might have been aimed at his boy, but his eyes were all over Zara.

She’d been liquid soft during the night after coming home from his late-night ride, pliant and whimpering for his cock.

The cock he couldn’t shove deep enough into her to satisfy them both for very long, they’d just kept going until she’d fallen back to sleep exhausted beneath him.

Thank fuck because he’d been about dead, he’d collapsed at Zara’s side, perspiration covering his body, unable to rise to shower himself off, he’d gathered her in fitting her small frame into his ribs and fell into sleep with her.

His body didn’t remember the fatigued fuck he’d had just a few hours ago, it didn’t recall how drained he was, she’d wrung his dick out and put it away wet, not when he was growing hard just watching her mingle and talk to his brothers.

“Eye fuck much, Rider. You're gonna go blind.” laughed Preacher nudging his shoulder with his wide one. “Give us a heads up if you’re gonna get down and dirty so we can clear out, or grab a seat. I’m easy either way. Just tell me something…”

Rider turned his head finally breaking his gaze from Zara’s laughing face, his brow arched. Whatever Preacher was about to say his smirk said it was nothing Rider wanted to hear. He folded his arms and waited for the punchline.

“I’m all for Z-girl being the new queen, get me, Prez? She’s a sweet little thing, I like her. But…” his dirty grin only widened. “She'a screamer, yeah?”

Rider’s warning growl rumbled. In addition, he took a step forward to knock his teeth out. Preacher laughed and took off yelling over his shoulder he had a harem to service.

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