CHAPTER SIX

“I think my cock needs Prozac. It’s depressed it’s not buried inside you. – Preacher

 

 

 

Seduction and flirtation used to be her sport, her recreational play time, there was no cheesy line she hadn’t mocked and she knew every trick in the book for a man to get into her pants, but she'd been off her game for a while now. Hadn’t wanted to, more to the truth. As though something had gone from inside her, that hunting instinct of flirting with a pretty face, of sharing hot kisses and maybe more, but she felt it stir to life didn’t she… for him. That tiny little tickle of her thighs, the belly clench when she saw him, oh yeah, stirred awake alright.  Dammit. She shouldn’t flirt or want to kiss that outlaw again, he was too cocksure, and would probably play the game better. Not when she knew he was bad news. The fuck ‘em and leave ‘em type. Bikers were notorious with their reputations for fucking, him more than most since he never hid what he was.

Still, she was attracted. Couldn't help it.

No one is better than me at flirting. But that same little voice acknowledged this guy was so high on the food chain he had his own off-menu. She’d watched him for months prowl around the bar, looking for things to fuck and find them he did, so easily. He was friendly with it, that’s what threw her, none of the waitresses ever called him a bad name, the opposite, in fact, vying for his attention like he was Ryan Reynolds post-Deadpool. From what she could tell, the jerk wasn’t so jerky, and still, she hastened to guess he was not the guy to flirt with.  

“Why is it a pity?” From the way her pussy clenched she was going to regret asking as he smiled and cocked his head to the side licking the very corner of his lip. Did he know the effect that had on her?

“I only tasted you once, Ruby, and already I want more. It shouldn’t have stopped at one kiss. You should invite me in and I’ll show you how much you’ll love me putting you on your knees.” He got right in her face like he was making to kiss her again and dammit she’d let him. Every bone melted in preparation for his mouth to attack, to take and plunder, already tasting him.

Oh, shit. She really would let him kiss her right here out in the street, maybe put her on her knees as he said. Her belly pitched forward, she was so wet she could feel it dampen her panties. “Fuck. Look at you, Ruby. I didn’t know how much you’d want it. I hoped as much as me. You’re hot, aren’t you? Aching? Tell me. Let me make it better,” he only touched her lightly, low on the waist but she felt branded by a hot poker. His fingers didn’t grip and yet she was in his grasp as hard as if he’d clicked handcuffs around her wrists.  

Some sea swept shit was happening in her belly.

Unused feelings all came rushing over her, swamping her. She’d never felt this overpowered by desire and thirst before, for lack of a better word. Ruby took three measured small inhalations before she felt like she could speak past the heady intoxicated excitement nestled in her chest.

Fuck love. Love hurt and controlled. But chemistry? That she could deal with. And she was feeling a whole lot of that sweet smell between them.

“Look, it was just a stupid kiss, no need to make a big deal out of it. You enjoyed it, and so did I.”

His fingers tightened on her waist then, dug in, she almost whimpered.

 

 

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Was she for real right now? Preacher’s eyes narrowed to green slits, unsure if her facial expression was fucking with him. It had not been just a kiss. For fuck's sake, he meant it when he’d told her something shifted in him when they touched.

He caught her arm. “I'm not letting you walk away thinking I didn’t enjoy kissing you, Ruby. You liked it too, like a lot of tongue, don’t you? My tongue. Deny it. I can still feel your beautiful ass cupped in my hands. I should have stuck around, I hate not knowing how you taste,“ he didn’t mean her mouth. “I wanted it more than anything. I want you to know that.  Your exquisite body needed more than a fast five minutes for me to worship it, Ruby. Come to the party.”

He had a pretty healthy sexual appetite, he could land sex anywhere on any given night if the fancy took him, and he always knew when he needed it for his mental health, but this right here with Ruby looking at him with those wide tawny colored eyes and her lip furiously nibbled, feeling that air pulse between them, it was different. Not just to get his dick buried, or a mood stabilizer.

The chase was an aphrodisiac.

She was the aphrodisiac, had she been easier maybe he would have backed off sooner.

He felt like a tool pressing her, only because he could see it, feel it, her fucking hunger was right there on her surface, she was a locked vault behind a wall.

And fuck him, he wanted to unlock her need. To see she was fed well with the kind of sex they could have between them.

The chase only took him so far.

Preacher was a simple man in a lot of respects, he didn’t need much in life, he’d traveled around the country for more than four years with just what his saddlebags could hold and what was in his bank account, but there was nothing simple about just how badly he wanted Ruby.

He was fast learning that. It was a constant physical ache. He should be worried, but he was both boots in and damn the consequences.

This woman had the power to hurt him.

Fuck. She did. And still, he was all in. To see where this took them.

What a way to go. Fucked by perfection. He smirked and stepped deeper into her space, barely a sliver of the sunshine between them now.

He’d fuck her right here if that’s what she wanted, just pull her down to the ground and mount her from behind. Show her just how serious he was about it not being just a stupid kiss.

Stupid kiss. He’d had plenty of those in the past. None registered to him like theirs did.

Hell, he could still feel the hot stroke of her tongue testing out over his teeth.

He reached out and grasped her around the back of her neck, paying close attention to her reactions, those gorgeous bare tits under her shirt heaving like she was running, teasing him with her nipples poking out wanting to say hello to his mouth.

“I could show you what a liar you are right here right now, Ruby. You liked my lips on yours, my tongue in your mouth, you sucked it hard enough.”

“Preacher.”

“Call me Asher, beautiful, when you want me, when you have sex in your voice box, use my name. I’ll hear you screaming it soon enough. I want you to fucking deafen me. I have a hunger digging its way out of my gut to hear you say it in that sexy as hell voice of yours. Did you know how hard you made me when I called you? Knowing you were in your bed soft from sleep? Fuck, Ruby. If I could have climbed through my cell I would have been on top of you in seconds.” He brushed the last of that against the shell of her ear, she’d reached out and grabbed the front of his shirt.

“Preacher. God.”

“Babe. Say it,” growling he nipped her ear, slipped a hand around her back and down to palm the swell of her ass, taking it easy or he’d squeeze her up against his hard-on and it’d be game over with the verbal fucking and he was enjoying her rapid breathing warming his chest.

“Asher. You’re messing with my fucking head.”

“Just your body, beautiful. Do you want me as much as I want you right now? Do you want me to carry you inside your apartment and fuck you against whatever surface I come at first? Tell me your dirty secrets, I’ll make them happen.”

Strung out on lust, it was a miracle he was still upright, his cock was a heavy boulder behind his zipper, possibly cutting off oxygen to his brain because he didn’t hear his own goddamn bike roar up seconds later until he caught sight of it. Tag jumped off. Preacher, keeping Ruby within his arm, turned and held up his free hand and caught his keys. “Get lost, prospect,” he issued on a nasty growl and saw the guy grin, wink at Ruby, and do just that, jogging across the main road, he began the hike back to the compound.

“Aren’t you going to give him a ride back?”

“The day I put a guy on the bitch seat is never, Ruby. He can walk back to the compound, it’ll give him character.”

“Do you bully all your prospects?” She was smiling when she asked so he went with it.

“If the cocky shits deserve it. They want to be in the club, they earn it, babe. The hard way. We don’t patch in pussies.”

“Poor kid. Maybe I should offer to drive him----”

Preacher growled and nipped her throat, then licked over her pulse. Ruby seemed to burrow his ribs like she was Eve reincarnated. The sensation was amazing. She fit just right.

“Don’t even think it, or I will run the kid over, problem solved. Now, where were we?”

“Tell me something, Preacher man.” Shit, they were back to Preacher man. He cocked a brow and waited. “Am I a challenge to you?”

“Right now, fucking A. I can’t get laid no matter what I do.” He teased, voice thick in his throat, he wanted to rub on her, anything to quieten the ache in his groin. It was her next words out of that gorgeous mouth that floored him and nearly ruptured his cock.  She nodded accepting his honesty, all kinds of silent conversations going on in her eyes.

“I’m going to fuck you, Asher,” a charge shot right through him. Oh, shit, yeah, his name sounded as good as he’d wanted it to.  Soft, sultry, a goddamn turn on. Her seductive claim wrung a groan from his lips, he tried to swoop in for a kiss; game on.

Her hand on his chest stopped him mid-air, eyes fired up. “We’ll fuck, because that’s my choice. I want to fuck you, because I decided to. But not today. You can’t have everything your own way. I’m not a challenge, we’ll have each other and that’ll be it. A fast burn and sizzle.”

That’ll be it.

Preacher was hauling in cold oxygen like that shit was about to expire from his lungs, even took a step back to better look at her smiling up at him. Nimble fingers grabbed his shirt, pulled him back in, arched her lovely long neck exposing all the places he wanted to suck on, eyes never wavered from his and now she was smiling, like she had some of her power back.

Fucks sake, his cock grew stiffer.

“Not today? Beautiful, I can smell your arousal.”

“Then I will take care of it myself.” Motherfucker. Was that his brains exploding? Maybe just his cock. He grasped her face in his two larger hands, made her get up on her toes and kissed the ever-loving fuck out of her, the tongue action was out of the goddamn stratosphere. Right there on the sidewalk, he tongue-fucked the hell out of Ruby until she was left panting.

When they pulled apart he saw they were on the same page, her gaze opaque, full of sex, it would take nothing to skim a hand between them and get her off with a few strokes over her sweats, make the material all wet with her pleasure.

“We’ll fuck. But not today. Thanks for my car, Asher,” she husked and stepped back onto the sidewalk, headed towards her apartment, leaving him standing there like a chump with a huge erection between his legs.  He could sue. He could so fucking sue.

Ruby; game set and match.

If he had any Xanax he’d be popping that shit like tic tac's.