CHAPTER FOURTEEN

“Foot meet mouth.” - Grinder.

 

 

What the fruit loops. Ruby was sex-overdosed like never before. She woke in increment stages, first her brain, then her eyes, lastly, she moved a limb testing it out. groggy, lethargic like her eyelids did not want to open at all, every muscle screaming that she’d had a whale of a time last night. The good ache.

He’d just never stopped.

To be fair, neither had she.

She really thought he’d be the type of man to screw and leave. Or rather, since it was his place, to screw and show her the door afterward. Only that never happened, in fact, he blackmailed her into doing this all over again.

So, why was he plastered all over her back with the snuggles? Holding her tight, skin warm as fire, his face buried in her hair. 

Possessive.  

Half asleep, the warmth of him along her back brought her mind fully back online damn quick. They'd fallen asleep fucking snuggling? He had one hand behind her neck, the other curved over her middle holding a boob. Even in sleep Preacher was a giant pervert. Her lips flickered a smile for a second before a tiny smidge of panic set in. This was not the Preacher man reputation she expected, he was a hit it and quit it kind of man, that was the man she'd wanted to fuck, no attachments, no repeats, but he'd tricked her into agreeing to more nights, that fucker. Under duress with the most pleasure of her life she would have agreed to giving the nuclear launch codes, she was a slave to the big O.

Ruby had to slip out from under his grip to forage for her cell phone on the floor tangled in her clothes to see what time it was. Just a little before six AM.

She’d been at the MC all night. Having the best damn sex of her life.

God. It really had surpassed everything she possibly had expected. It had no category, simply ... wow.

A very distinct hardness was digging into her hip. Though she’d been fucked within an inch of her life, her nerves came alive in a great roar and began humming under her skin, urging her to move back into Preacher, to wake him and continue.

What is once more? Do it.

That was why she skimmed out of Preacher’s hold and out of his bed, quietly tiptoeing into the bathroom, only taking a fast glance back at the guy who was out like a light, his back moving up and down with his soft breathing, the biker had surpassed her expectations, going above and beyond to guarantee her pleasure. There was a new sex-god in town and he was a dirty biker.

Yikes. The image looking back at Ruby in the mirror left no doubt to what she’d been doing all night. Sex hair. She grimaced, worked quietly and quickly to finger comb her hair into a tamed state that didn’t look like Preacher had been yanking it for hours, Take it, Ruby. She swilled her mouth with the minty mouthwash available on the counter, thought about using his toothbrush. What was the protocol for sucking a guy's dick and then using his toothbrush? It seemed a bigger intimacy than swallowing his pleasure. Because she felt awkward as hell, she left the blue brush in the glass cup and made do with a second swill of mouthwash.

Dressed and somewhat presentable feeling more like her put-together self and not the walk of shame tramp that had first looked at her in the mirror five minutes ago, she prepared herself for Preacher to be awake when she inched back into the room, ready for the morning after talk, oh, yes, you were very good, no, thanks, I won't have any coffee, so... see you around... Only to find him exactly where she’d left him sprawled out on his belly, the full length of his spine and butt, on gorgeous display.

The man was a sight. Seriously, too much of everything for her to stand or she might do something foolish and climb back into bed to wake him in a way he'd be in no doubt how much she'd enjoyed last night. Everywhere ached and tingled at once, her vagina pulsing unbearably.

She knew his body, knew what he liked now. She’d explored until he’d gripped her hair and begged her to climb on his cock. She’d got to know his piercing, found how sensitive he’d been as she’d run her tongue over each rung of the ladder, he’d begged then, too. Such a heady rush to knock that massive man off his feet, to have him pleading with her to wrap her mouth harder around his---Ruby pulled in a shuddered breath tinged with arousal that hit her so fast before she wandered down sexual lane and she missed her chance to make a quiet exit.

Fetching her purse from the bedroom floor, it was littered with empty condom wrappers, that’s what happened with months’ worth of celibacy, she’d gone a little wild with the overindulgence, her thighs were sore in all the right places.

Unable to help herself, and he was asleep, she assured, so he’d never know, Ruby tiptoed up to the bed, leaned down over Preacher, she touched the back of his shaved head and dropped a kiss to his forehead. She should wake the man and thank him properly, what was appropriate for amazing sex, an Amazon gift card, maybe? A lifetime membership to cheese of the month?

Closing the door behind her she finally breathed. What a night.  Incredible didn't cover it, but she could analyze all the dirty details once she was home free of the clubhouse. She paused a minute letting her world recalibrate itself under her feet before setting off down the long corridor, thank god it was early, no one should be up----

On entering the main area, she clapped eyes with four people. Did no one sleep around here? Her hand crept up to her hair, checking it subconsciously, this was all she needed, an audience.

All of them turned to look, though three, who were collecting debris in large black sacks got back to their task. The other one though -- Grinder -- and Preacher’s boy, if she wasn’t mistaken, turned with a mug of steaming something in hand and arched a brow at her. Dark gray eyes swimming with amused mischief.

A wicked knowing smile played around his full mouth.

Ruby made her feet move, forced her shoulders back. She had nothing to be ashamed of, she was an adult who could do very adult things when she pleased, she recognized no judgment accept her own and His. And since God was not answering his snapchats these days she ignored the look on Grinder's face.

"You even dare hum the walk of shame to me and I'll punch your lights out," she warned, narrowed eyes glinting just daring Grinder to open his stupid mouth behind that stupidly entertained smirk. He rested one foot on the floor, leaning himself against the bar slurping his drink.

"Wouldn't dream of it, babe. Can I get you a coffee? Yo, dipshits, back to cleaning, Rider wants the place spotless so we can eat breakfast off this floor.” He shouted over her head, she turned to see the three boys gawking once more, but quickly beat feet to do as commanded.

“No thanks, I’ll grab something at home. That must be nice having minions to boss around.”

“It doesn’t hurt,” he smirked sipping his drink.  Sip. Sip. Smirk. He was a casual biker this morning, in dark blue tracksuit bottoms and a plain black T-shirt, a wrist cuff around his right hand. Still wearing his dark woollen beanie hat that hung loose in the back and tight around his skull. Was it surgically attached to his dark hair, she wondered? Did he sleep in it, and what did his girl of the moment think of that?

Sip. Sip. Stare. He was waiting for her to say more, she could just tell. Men with their such small minds.

Ruby mentally rolled her eyes, the guy had rocks rattling around inside his handsome skull if he thought she was embarrassed being caught coming out of Preacher’s room. A place like this was probably overrun with one night stands. She was no stranger to how an MC was run, she’d just never broken her own imposed rule to tangle with one of them before. And she’d had plenty of offers from bikers, thankyouverymuch.

Preacher had been too much temptation for her to resist.

But now he was out of her system.

He was. He absolutely was.

No going back for seconds, no matter how he’d gotten her to agree otherwise, it didn’t count.

“You stake my buddy to the bed by any chance?" He deadpanned.

She scowled, her step faltering. What, did she have a black widow spider reputation? she rarely ate men, too much gristle. "Yes, that's what I do." Dry tone. "He's asleep, check if you don't believe me."

"Hold up." Something in his voice made her pay better attention to his face, Ruby arched a brow, he looked...shocked, all joking aside now he was staring at her. What was his problem? "Preacher is asleep ... like sleeping? Is he drunk?"

Her scowl morphed from hurt feelings to nastier irritation seeping into her tone. "Because he'd need to be pissed out of his brain to sleep with me, right?"

"Babe. Nah. That's not what I meant. Sorry. He's really just asleep?"

"Yes, he's just sleeping, and not drunk." Weirdo. “What, do you think I drugged him? I assure you he’s perfectly fine and safe from wittle ole me,“ She was revisiting her old thought of punching this biker right in his crown jewels.

“Quit harassing her, G.” the deepness, all scratchy rough came from behind her and Ruby almost twisted her body in half spinning around.

Preacher, in all his tall glory. Shit. So much for her easy exit strategy. Stupid Grinder holding her up, an even better reason to scowl at the man a second time.

Her motion paused, awestruck. She’d looked like she’d been dropped from a great height into a bed of thorns, whereas Preacher, that mountain man, in his unbuttoned jeans and not much else, feet bare, glorious chest bare, and his hair tied in the tiny stub on top of his head, looked about as dreamy as a man she’d just fucked sideways could look.

Light scratches clear to see on his neck and shoulder. Oh god. She remembered vividly digging her nails into his skin when he was torturing her with that indecent mouth of his fucking her between her legs. He smiled and sent her belly into a plummet, the center of her blooming until she was nothing but bones and barking hormones standing between the man she had slept with and his smirking friend slurping on hot coffee judging with his judgey eyes bouncing between them.

There was the dark predatory look on Preacher’s face, stalking her with his smiling eyes, using his long stride to reach her in a matter of seconds.

Breathe got trapped in her oesophagus. She swallowed hard.  He even smelled good. How was that possible? They’d been a sweaty mess all night. Thank god for the mini can of deodorant she carried in her purse. 

He'd persuaded her under intense sexual negotiations to turn their one-night-stand into more-night stands, she admitted looking up at him with his face creased by the pillow he'd slept on that he nevertheless continued to appeal to her on that most basic more truthful level a person could have, she hadn't burned him out of her system and she still wanted him planted inside her, if she allowed it to take over her life she could easily fall back into his bed. One touch and she'd relent. Keep strong. Get out, you can do this.

“Hey, beautiful. You’re not leaving, are you? Stay for some grub. I’m sure I can rustle something up in the kitchen. You like eggs?” He’d reached her, towering like an oak, and touched the span of her bare back, his straight-from-bed warmth seeped into her. She’d worn the shirt to dazzle him and dazzle him she had, but in the cold light of the morning after she was the one shivering now, affected by a little skin to skin touch as he leaned down and put his mouth to her ear.

Ruby went from zero to sixty in a matter of seconds, the ache low in her abdomen racing to boiling point, wanting more than anything to lean into his hard body and press her face to the hollow in his throat.

“No can do, Preacher man. I have to get to work soon.” It was a partial lie. She was due at work around lunch time but was going to talk to Sebastian at nine and wouldn’t miss it for anything, not even another round with the best sex of her life. God. It really was. Dammit. He was going to ruin her for her next guy.

“Are you sure you can’t stay?”

She wavered. His eyes penetrating. She wanted to. The atmosphere changing. More people walked through from the corridor of bedrooms, she turned her body away from him slightly, saw his eyes narrow not liking her not-so-subtle distancing. She’d never had such a public one-night stand before.

“Just in time, Ri. We’re all watching Preach being shot down in flames from his hottie. Grab a seat.” Chuckled Grinder. Ruby about broke her neck to fire him a filthy look. She was not shooting Preacher down. Not really. Not exactly. Not how he said anyway. Bastard McJudgerson in his stupid hat.

“Shut the fuck up, shitbag.” Hissed Preacher and reached around Ruby to flick his buddy upside the head.

Her gaze slid over to the president, thankfully he was fully dressed, with his arm around the blonde pixie Zara, who grinned wide at Ruby as if to say, ‘you stayed then?’ she smiled back.

“You gotta get out more, man.” Offered Rider to Grinder.

“Nice to see you, Ruby.”

“Yeah, really good to see you. Hope you had a good time at the party.” Zara said, curled around her man. It was little and large but they looked so fricking cute together.

“Yeah. Hi, both.” Awkward, she looked toward the exit, only to find Preacher’s gaze devouring her. She held that gaze.

Kiss me …

He stepped up to her, and she fully expected him to do just that, she braced, inhaled and held it. He took her arm instead and led her towards the door away from the gawking crowd. Had she mentioned this was the most awkward morning after she'd ever had.

She really would have let him kiss the face-off her in front of everyone.

“Hope you come back soon!” called out Zara. Preacher kept her moving but Ruby looked over her shoulder. “We can biker gossip.” Zara went on, her smile bright and hopeful.

“Icy…”

“What? You said I needed to make friends, biker-man! And I’m not getting cozy with those you’ve knocked hips with.”

Grinder laughed into his mug. Rider only smiled down at his girl and Ruby felt the affection between them. She didn’t have too many friends, and most were platonic men, her own fault really, so maybe, after the awkwardness had settled, she could come back, to see Zara, of course. When Preacher wasn't around, maybe.

Though both chest and feet were bare, Preacher stepped outside with her, she was about to tell him he didn’t need to walk her to her car when she found herself slammed against the outer wall and his mouth crashed down onto hers.

His kiss was untamed, it hit the ground running, mouths open, tongues tangling, triggering the fine hairs on the base of her neck into a tornado, her body liquid and soft against all his hard muscle as he grasped the back of her head and kissed holy hell out of her, minutes ticking by, daring her tongue not to join in with slow sweeps against hers, she moaned and slipped into his lips, arching up on her toes to wind both arms around his neck. His kiss consumed and she guessed it was meant to, to make her regret wanting to leave him.

“Get a room!” The amused jeer startled Ruby out of the bubble and she wrenched away, falling back on her feet, a hand up to her lips, feeling him there. Swollen and hot.  

“Come to my place tonight.” Dark penetrating eyes a caress.

Not in the habit of making plans with her one night stands this was teetering on cumbersome, only because she was epically tempted to say yes please and kiss the face off him.

Her hand had a mind of its own, grasping onto his beard, letting the wiry hair run through her fingers. She’d tugged on it so much last night his chin must be sore, but he’d never stopped her not once, nor now, just grinned down at her like he liked her touching him.

“We shouldn’t.” Talk me into it. Make me relent. I want it. God. she did. Her pussy clenched flooding with moisture. Here she was with his taste saturating her mouth and her skin on fire to fuck him on the damp ground from the night's rain, with people around to jeer some more.

Ruby was a lost cause. And a sucker for a good penis.

“You said we can have more time, you telling me last night was enough for you?”

“It was … nice, Preacher.”

“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 the wildest sex 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.

 

 

 

******

 

 

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 with her-who-wasn’t-to-be-named because 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.

The chick halted in the doorway, her face stricken. Crestfallen like she’d been punched in the gut. Grinder grimaced. Shit, fuck. It was one thing to rag on his friend, but they wouldn't do that crap in front of the chick of the moment. Even Grinder had some manners in him somewhere.

“Better get ready to eat crow, brother.” Grimacing, the chick had already turned and was hoofing it out. He jutted his chin her way making Preacher spin.

“Ruby? Did she hear that? Oh, you goddamn shitbag! RUBY!” It was too damn early to catch a half cup of coffee, but as Preacher accused he was a shitbag because when Preacher shoved the cup his way Grinder caught it, most of it spilling over his hands. “Jesus motherfucker in a kennel, that’s hot! Shit. Fuck!”

Grabbing a towel, he found a finger shoved in his face, teeth bared nastily. “I’m gonna kill you so dead when I get back, you better hide under Rider’s cut, I’ll shove your head so far up your own ass you’ll be whistling farts!” Preacher took off calling out after Ruby. Good luck with that, chicks hearing they were just pussy... Grinder whistled through his teeth, this was not gonna play out well. 

“You love me, remember that! And you said it! Fuck.” Across the room, Z-girl and Rider were laughing their asses off at him. Grinder wasn’t stupid, he knew to get out of the way, just for now, until that big Neanderthal calmed down and got in touch with all those feelings he wasn’t feeling.

 

 

 

 

******

 

 

 

 

It was just goddamn pussy. Her throat stung, gunning the engine, aware of Preacher in her rear-view mirror trying to get her to stop. Screw that and fuck you. You’re right, Preacher man.  You're so right, what was I thinking?

What a dumb mistake she would have made. Leave it at a one night stand. Taking a last look back in her mirror, standing like a towering menace in the courtyard, a man in just denim and ink staring at her car as it passed through the gates, her belly hurt wrenching her eyes back to the road.

It was just goddamn pussy. Fricking ouch, dude. I mean, really, I'm not going to be telling people it was just a dick. Ruby had more class than that. See, she chastised, fucking bikers, never get involved with any of them. They were like their own species of man, a sub-genre devoid of morals or social manners.

Just as well, she supposed, a lucky escape. She had no room in her life for more heartaches.

She drove home, ignoring her phone when his name lit up the screen. Funny how she was going to do him the nice favor by allowing him to give her more addicting sex and now she was both pissed off and offended. Stupid biker jerk. She was done with that pathological flirt, and so what if she would have reviewed him five stars on Amazon for his penis alone, never mind the sex. (extra five stars) Ruby was glad she hadn’t been so dumb as to give him extra more-night-stands.

At least she had Sebastian to look forward. Just a few hours to wait.