CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

“Secrets and lies are not what gets you off, beautiful. - Preacher.

 

 

 

 

“W-what---?”

“I love you, too, Sebastian.”

Though Preacher had his fingers embedded inside her most intimate channel, his dark shadowed voice caused her to ripple with a flash of trepidation as though he was holding onto his control by repeating what she’d said back to her in a tone she hadn’t heard from him before. It was ambiguous and sent a shiver of coldness across her chest.

He’d heard her phone call? Shut up, Ruby. Of course, he had. Where else would he have heard Sebastian’s name from? He didn’t pluck it from thin air. The desire evaporated instantly like smoke and she shoved his hand away, lifted her leg over his head so she could roll away, grabbing the towel, exposed, dodging his eyes and his question she tied it around herself, taking a long breath. Avoiding.

“It’s bad-manners to listen in to someone’s private conversation.”

“Private? This is our room,” he laughed humorlessly. “C’mon, Ruby. Who is it? It’s someone special, or are you telling the desk-clerk you love him now?”

“It’s none of your business, can we drop this, please?”

“I’d like to. I really would. All I wanna do is get back to what I was doing.”

“Then let’s do that.” She made to walk across to him, her heart in her throat, her emotions were private, they made her vulnerable if exposed and she wasn’t doing that for anyone, it had taken shitty parents, absent siblings and a lot of stupid boyfriends to teach her that lesson; don’t give anyone your playing cards or watch them Gin Rummy you time and again like a cutthroat motherfucker.

“I love you, Sebastian,” he repeated harsher the second time. Tightening her jaw, she stared just as he did.

“What’s happening here, Preacher? Are you passing up sex … for a conversation? Will the real Preacher man please stand up.” Fuck her he did stand up. From on his knees, he rose like a titan. In the small motel room, he was a fucking god of a man almost scraping the ceiling with his stubbed ponytail. No less intimidating than he usually was, but standing with his hands hanging loosely at his sides, thick ropey forearms, with protruding veins, attached to a massive inflating chest, and those watchful eyes she almost shrank back from him.

“C’mon, baby. It’s a simple question.”

Defensive and gaspy, feeling like she was treading underwater, she rounded on Preacher and found him almost brushing against her chest, the electricity sizzled between them, a valid crack of static heat in the air, his head cranked down to look at her, he was undeniably handsome in his worn face.

And she thought both of them were fucked up in their own small ways, strange they’d gravitated towards each other then. She’d seen some of his tonight with that big idiot guy. She couldn’t guess what kind of hate-on he had for Preacher, she’d only seen the tip of that iceberg, so shoot her but she didn’t really want to add her own crapola into their mix. This was meant to be a sex weekend (mid-week) and it was slowly, surely, turning to cat-turd.

Nope. Ruby wasn’t having it. She came for sex and sex she would get for Christ sake. A sex weekend with no sex was just… a weekend. And she could have plenty of those at home where she was swamped in responsibilities until she felt as though she would drown. She was so fucking turned around by this fast one eighty she couldn’t find her equilibrium. Hot, bothered and defensive. With the kind of hormones still effervescing in her blood stream she was liking to still lunge at him.

“I don’t want a conversation, Preacher. I want kissing and fucking.”

She’d startled him. He blinked, one long covering of eyelids over his emerald stare. With bold fingers, she slid her hand around his butt and down into the back pocket of his jeans, giving a little “ah ha,” as her fingers came upon a square of plastic, she grasped and pulled out two condoms.

It was Karma, she was positive. She got a little good and it was whack, take that. Just one slice of nice for herself for a minute and whack, karma laughed her ass off at Ruby giving it the hold my beer speech to fuck her up just that bit more.

This was her good. This was her slice of nice, for as short as it lasted. She’d go back to being alone because alone was better, less complicated. She was fine with being alone.  Life couldn’t intrude because she was well and truly fucking sick of Karma. Bitch please, do your worse. Only please don’t.

She sighed and looked up at Preacher who was stony still and icy quiet.

“Please, Asher.” Her voice shook. Fingers crept up his shirt. “I want you.” her smile was a blade. The only one she could muster. Sweet horny Jesus, this was not going to plan at all.

One stupid question, innocent in form, and she was locking doors, erecting walls and leaving a note at the door for Karma to be turned away.

If she got into who Sebastian was -- well she just wasn’t going to. Not to Preacher. He wanted to fuck her, not get her life story in all its miserable boring richness. That really was not a turn on and she wanted him impossibly horny, she wanted him so turned on by her he didn't have anything else to think about but what was between them. Was that so bad to want? Just this, just give me this.

She slid her hands under his shirt when he didn’t make a move. She felt a tremor go through him, otherwise, he was a statue, eyes on her. Heavy eyes penetrating down to her bones.

It took her a moment to find her voice. “Please,” she asked again feeling pathetic. “You said I was to ask for whatever I want. I want you right now.” Whose cock did she have to suck to get fucked around here anyway? Oh yeah, his.

Ruby didn't want the nice and the easy, she wanted the rough and the now. She didn't want to be coddled or interrogated, she wanted five minutes ago when he couldn't get enough of her, she wanted an hour ago when Preacher was so desperate for her his kisses hurt and possessed her. She wanted that flared passion back, not a boring conversation that held no relevance between them, because if she let normal life in the middle of this, she might as well call it quits now, to say goodbye to the few minutes of nice she was allowing herself.

On her way to sinking to the floor, he grasped the top of her arms, she thought for a second he would thrust her away and that’d be Karma 10000 - 0 Ruby. But then he grabbed her in, handling her roughly, she moaned as he crushed her lips, forcing them open with a swift lick and plunder. She sucked in a winded breath.

“You get this.” He growled against her lips, keeping his tongue moving in the hottest way, she dropped the towel, got up on her toes, grasping his firm ass, feeling the thick pipe of him digging into her center and even then she could hardly reach all of him as she wanted to, starved for him, but she need not have worried because he was already picking her up, and striding quickly to dump her onto the bed, she landed with an oomph, rearranging herself fast so she could gaze up at him, sex in her eyes mirrored his.

Thank god. Thank god. Oh, he had it going on. Look at him. He oozed every masculine stereotype she could think of. Bossy. Alpha. Mine for now. He was the only man to make her dizzy, feverish.

“Listen to me, Ruby. And listen good. I know what you’re doing right now, baby.”

Blink.

Still tasting him in her mouth, he’d turned so serious.

She wanted to screw the stress out of her life, not add to it.  “And I’m going to let you. I’m going to let you use me how you need it because you look like you really fucking need it. And then afterward we’re going to talk.” His voice is all dark and sexy, like he’d just spoken a million sex words and her vagina was listening intently. Ruby whimpered.

Use him. That sounded wrong and dirty and gorgeous. Yes, she wanted to use him completely until she couldn’t breathe without tasting him. There was no room for thinking so she didn’t even try. Her mind blanking out, her other senses taking over. The scent of his masculinity was raw causing her body to react. Nipples hard. Belly fluttering. Her thighs rubbing together wanting more than anything to feel him between them, hot and hard and oh, so rough.

She saw the pulse in his throat. It matched her own rapid inhale.

No more talking. She reached up and latched onto his mouth. No more talking until it was time to talk.

She was dying for him this walking, breathing erogenous zone she was drunk on.

Use him. It went around and around inside her head, their tongues swirling and all she could think of was using him in filthy carnal ways. Would he let her? Yeah, he would. She rubbed his cock, heard his groan and did it again.

Lust heavy between them, her body aching.  A knock-on effect from all the sex they’d already shared, but something else, something bigger, it’s what scared her, what made her grab onto him tighter, to help rip his clothes off, to kiss him like she was dying of air and needed only his.

This was Preacher, she had to remind herself, but Preacher turned up to fifty. She smelled the lust and sweat and musk of him. All manly, but it was Preacher, the man didn’t do commitment, relationships or entanglements past sex as far as she could tell, telling him any facet of her life was going to be like ice water in summer, and call her crazy, but she’d only just got her libido back, she wasn’t sacrificing it for heart to hearts that were no significance to their mutually exchanging of body fluids.

His eyes when they looked down at her were hot and heavy-lidded, piercing with intent, looking deep down through the bones and gristle right into her soul, the look she felt between her legs.

"Asher..."

“Are you sure you don’t want to tell me now?” He pushed her down to lie flat, crawled over her, all the while rolling on a condom over his thick length. The motel room that had seemed small an hour ago became minuscule, and void of air. She couldn’t think, all thoughts turned syrupy.

She opened her legs shamelessly.

“No. just this. “

“I will pay you to tell me.” One of his eyebrows lifted, completing the picture of ripped, arrogant biker guy.

“I’m not for sale.” Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, lulled there by the thing he was doing with the pads of his fingertips on the inside of her thighs, because, god, it felt damn good.

“Not your body. Information.”

He didn’t get it was the same. If it belonged to Ruby it was hers, be it her body or mind. And she wasn’t prone to sharing.

“Kiss me. Kiss me like you mean it. This is our sex weekend.”

“It’s Wednesday.”

“It’s our sex weekend,” she pressed on. “And there’s very little sex. If I have to endure eight hours on your bike again I want to be back broken before I get on it.”

His nod was grave. “Okay. Whatever you want.” He got into place. “This is what it’s like between two people who can’t be honest with each other, beautiful,” he thrust so hard, so angry she felt it in her spine.

“More.” She cried out, arching into that pain, it pulsed the hottest throb she’d ever felt before. His breath fanned her face, his thrusts increasing.

“There is no more.”

“Please.”

“There’s just this. Only this. Be fucking honest with me for goddamn once, Ruby.”

“I can’t.” Her moans blistered the air. So, close. Her pussy walls fell in around his cock, squeezing. When he grunted, and shoved harder it was the catalyst, she came crying his name, holding onto him like she thought she’d die if she didn’t. He didn't even give her a second to calm down.

He pulled out without coming, still hard. Her brows pinched in the middle. Preparing to be flipped to another position so he could finish as well----he rose to his feet and pulled up his jeans. The hell?

“What are you doing?”

“You wanted to come, baby. I gave you what you needed.”

“Are you fucking serious?”

“Deadly.”

“Fuck you, Preacher. You didn’t have to make me feel cheap.”

“You set out our rules. I’m just following them.”

“Fuck you.”

“I just did. You came hard. Tell me who Sebastian is.”

“It’s none of your damn business.”

“None? I just had your pussy shattering around my cock in under four minutes, if you were any more primed you’d need a doctor, I’m soaked from you, and it’s nothing to do with me when you’re sneaking off to whisper I love you to some fucking prick who doesn’t even know you’re being fucked good and hard by me? That’s not cool, Ruby. I’m a lot of things, the other man is not one of them. I followed your rules, just sex, you said. Fine. I’m not down to be someone’s dick on the side. I fuck you when I want to fuck you, not when you can fit me in between this other guy. Tell me who it is.”

She gaped at him. Wide-eyed and just … stunned at his even toned impassioned speech. She sat on the edge of the bed, feet brushing the carpet, the texture rough like it had been stepped on one too many times and lost all its buoyancy.

“Asher…” She was a woman who knew what she wanted ... most of the time ... control was important to her, and Preacher was knocking her off her own feet.

“I mean it. You get one chance to tell me or when we get back into Colorado we just leave it at a few nights worth of fun.”

“It’s not ---dammit, Asher. Since when do you have these fucking moral standards suddenly? The guy I watched fuck some blonde bitch like he was a rutting bull and then saunter into the bar and join his buddies like nothing happened, HE wouldn’t have ethics, but now you’re screwing me suddenly you care if I’m getting it somewhere else as well?”

“Yes, I fucking give a shit if you’re fucking someone else while you’re fucking me!” His growl made her gush wetness, more so when he trekked the few feet separating them and grasped her chin, holding it tight, his green eyes ----Jesus, hot as fire, she melted under that glare. “The way we’ve been fucking if you still need it from someone else then there’s something seriously wrong, ‘cause, beautiful, if I fucked you any better you’d probably die.”

“Wow, there’s nothing wrong with your ego.”

“Nothing wrong in how hard you come for me, claw me, scream and beg for more. Are you saying someone else is giving it to you like that as well?”

“No …” she’d never told anyone her family difficulties, the sense of being a burden was a sore point for Ruby ----raw, open, to know how Preacher, her friend with benefits, for a better word, would react, she’d been the sucker to put that rule in place and he was right, he’d followed it, to confide in him the clown show that was her circus of a life, she felt vulnerable in every corner of her mind, wanting to fold in on herself and just deny everything, not share about Sebastian. She’d been caught up in Preacher’s whirlwind when all along Ruby had known she’d been wrong to want something just for herself.

“I’m gonna need more than that, Ruby. He’s your man, and you’ve made me the other guy? I’m the one you come to for a decent fuck, is that it?”

“No. Yes. Look, can we just forget this, Asher? It’s not what you’re thinking, okay?”

“Sorry, babe. Not gonna work for me.” He strode away, sat in the only armchair in the room. Looking over at her like he was so fucking disappointed in her right now, she frowned. “We can’t be honest with each other,” he said quietly.

“Seems not,” she sighed. Her expression shattered at his statement, she reached for her hoodie, zipping it up it acted as a barrier between her heart and him, guarding herself against feeling any hurt at his mistrust.

Just sex was never just sex.

Her best friend in high-school had insisted the same thing, she’d slept with the quarterback all semester long and gotten butt-hurt when he started dating a girl who didn’t mind being seen with him outside of a bed. It's never just sex when feelings are involved. Her friend and the quarterback have been married for ten years now.

It was never just sex when people got angry for no reason.

And Preacher was angry with her. She was angry with him for changing the rules on her.

“Sebastian is important to me, but it’s not … it’s not what you’re thinking, Asher. I meant what I said about us spending time together.”

“He’s not your man?”

“No, he’s not.”

“But you love him.” His voice quiet. Accusing. He’d heard her after all.

“Yes, I do. Sometimes I think he’s the only thing that gets me out of bed every day, to keep going when.” she stopped before she said too much.

“When? What?”

“Nothing.”

“It’s not nothing, Ruby. Tell me.”

In that instant the ties between them, every strand of longing and lust and goodness they’d shared the past couple of days came down to this moment, from the tightness around his lips to the stark concentration in his unwavering gaze, patient and expectant. He could wait out her stubbornness his look said.

Her body settled into a sense of inevitability, that if she didn’t confide something---anything to him now they would be done. She couldn’t expect him to believe he was the man on the side and just to take it. She supposed even bad outlaws with an even worse reputation had some moral compass and being the dick on the side probably in her guestimate wasn’t gonna cut it.

Ruby’s sigh could have blown a house down.

 

 

 

******

 

 

 

Preacher always had a sixth sense about inevitability. That day in the blazing Afghanistan sun he'd had a feeling of dread he couldn't shake all day. An awareness of things out in the dark he couldn't avoid, that awareness had kept him alive more times than he could count. Of events stacking up, paths being forged, he felt now he'd been meant to be a Souls member, but the events having to pile up to get him there, some were too devastating for him to even think about, every choice in life, the results of which would not be seen for years to come. Usually, these inevitable things were bad. For him, anyway. For his older brother, definitely. He wished things were different. He'd give up his patch and place in his outlaw family to have that asshat back joking around with him again.

Inevitability came in many forms and every time he let his eyes land on Ruby, he felt it kick in his chest. Was she one?

Pain collected under his ribs the moment he saw she was going to avoid it all. He swallowed back a groan.

He could force her into telling him what he wanted to know, but then she'd hate him and he’d lose her. He could force her in the ways that got her off, render her weak and begging, she'd tell him anything he wanted to know, his tiny dancer was a slave to her hormones in those few minutes between the precipices of her pleasure, she'd agreed to seeing him, hadn't she? but he didn't want to force her. Tell me of your own free will, he wanted to say.

“Are you going to tell me about what happened back there with the guy?”

He never wanted her to hear. So, in that respect, he could appreciate how she was evading spilling her own secrets. Only, his attacks and screw-ups in the past had no impact on the hook-ups, it was just majorly fucking embarrassing for her to know that.  So, it wasn’t the same.

“Not right now, no. If it becomes relevant to us.”

“I’m sorry about your brother.”

“Thank you.”

"When will it become relevant?"

"It's not looking good right now, baby."

“So, I have to share all but you don’t? How is that fair?” Her brows bunched in the middle, and he swore she was even cuter. It took everything not to lean forward and kiss the frown, to take her in his arms and fix every problem that put the worried lines on her face.

He had to keep his voice hard.

"Beautiful, I'm just a fuck, remember. Someone's cock you want inside you, so why do you want to know about me? It doesn't matter if I have PTSD or why Red Light hates me, it has no standing to the orgasms I give you. Isn't that the rules you set up? No personal connection. I’m wondering why you can’t just tell me who this mystery guy is.”

“He’s not a guy, for god sake. And just so you know you’re pissing me off pushing this. You’re right, we set those rules out, I’m getting the sense you no longer agree with them. If you don’t just say so, no harm no foul, Preacher.”

“Beautiful…” He laughed a rough noise, resting both arms on his thighs, turning his head to look across at her, eyes so chocolatey solemn he wanted to bring her onto his lap and just hold her. “You wouldn’t have dinner with me, you bitched when I fixed your car, you wouldn’t even let me buy you a can of gas, this was all you’d give me, of course, I agree with your edicts. I fucking want you, inside you, all over you until you can’t breathe for screaming my name. That’s what I want. But not if you’re making me some other side bastard. We have sex between us, Ruby, it doesn’t mean It has to be cheap, at least give me the fucking option so I know when I’m spilling my come all over your belly you have some fucker at home waiting for you. I might want you to smell like me, to be stained in me until you only think of my cock.”

She sucked in air.

Yeah, baby. That’s my truth.

He smiled gently and reached out grabbing her hand, stroking her fingertips. He felt them tremor a little, his own groin still thrumming with blood, wanting the release more than anything. She surrendered so quickly, it turned him to a goddamn walking cock every time they’re together. Stopping had been… difficult. He needed her. Wanted her constantly. It was a gut ache, a thirst in the back of his throat. If he wasn’t tasting her orgasms he was hungry.  

Why can’t I accept this? Why am I pushing her? Possibly driving her away altogether. It was far from what he craved, the opposite, in fact. If he could prize every secret out of Ruby and tie her to him he’d be a happy asshole.

Tie her to the kinda man he was though? Nah. But he wanted what they had, nothing more nothing less. Now that was threatened by some dickhead he may or may not be murdering soon, that shit was still up in the air. 

Even if it meant he pushed too far and she got blood under her nails because the way she was glaring at him right now was murderous.

His cock ached and demanded some fucker take it out of its confines and give it a good stroke.

No such luck. Not when she was mentally backing off from him.

And now he was more than curious. She was guarding this guy with her all.

He didn’t know why his gut hurt. Twisty and bile rose through his digestive tract, burning.

“Fuck it,” he growled in his throat. Cock springing harder, he was on her a second later, pressing her back into the bed, wrenching her legs open, grinding his full palm between, eating at her mouth like he had no plans to do anything else for the rest of his life.

When he let her up for air she gasped, eyes half-masted and glazed.  

Every muscle in his body tensed.

It was so fucking electrifying he had to take in a lungful of air. To see her like this, this was the true Ruby, not that bullshit she fed him. This wet moaning sweet and goddamn beautiful his teeth ached, clinging Ruby, was the truest version of herself.

And he was going to have her.

She tried to pull her arm away when he grasped the top of it, when he stripped the hoodie from her, dragging her from the bed, the bed was too soft, too personal and it already smelled of their sex. Too strong for her, he easily overpowered, he wasn’t letting her win. Not this. Not fucking this.

Preacher was hanging onto his temper, oh, not that he’d lay a hand on her in any other way that wasn’t pleasure, but she needed to know now he was in charge, he’d fuck her blue and make her scream and she’d know it was him doing it to her, she’d know she’d pissed him off. He tightened his fingers.

There was only four pieces of furniture in the room. The bed, which for right now was out, the chair, maybe later, and the TV table. But he led her over to the chest of draws. Measured against Ruby, they were chest high.

Just perfect.

He was turned on despite the anger.

“Place your hands here. Don’t move them, beautiful.”

She didn’t. Nuzzling her neck, he groaned. He could tell he’d fucked with the simplicity of her orders and wasn’t that just tough shit for his tiny dancer.

She was going to know now.

You didn’t make a man like Asher Priest angry and unsettled in his own damn tight skin.

He didn’t hulk out. Nah, nothing like that. For Ruby, with her very own personal catered to punishment, he was going to get very detailed in how he dealt with her.

He was going to teach that little darling a hard lesson by giving her the fucking of a lifetime.

Let her go home to the prick and show him her wrecked pussy.

Yeah. Preacher was here. It would say. Every twinge and pulse a hot reminder who owned it, who fucking owned that pussy. To show her just who, he thrust his hand between her legs, the moan she emitted sounded like a wounded animal and it traveled through his chest, a hot wet sound, so fucking breathy he almost lost it, her back fully curved, soft at the base, she took it when he petted her roughly.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Ruby. You know it, don’t you?”

“Preacher…”

“If you want this.” This was his fingers tearing through her soaked lips and spearing into her. “You’ll say it.”

“God. Yes! Fuck me, Asher. Please,” his name, just like that. Fuck.

She thought she was the only one with walls. All his crashed of their own free will and shattered into rubble at her feet. Surrendering to the sensation in his chest.

Some no big deal shit was happening and he couldn’t bring himself to care about it, not when he had perfection in his hands, his other one plucking at her nipples until both hard-little pebbles, perfect for sucking, but he’d get to those babies soon enough.

“Oh, hurry. I’m so turned on. Hurry, Asher. Hurry.”

She writhed like an animal grinding against his big hand, enthralled in four fingers dancing over her sex.

Everything was vibrant and in multicolor. Spots danced behind his eyelids, reining himself in before he rutted her like a bull.

Everything tasted like sex. He panted for air, lifting her hips as he reached down to bodily position her against the chest of drawers, knocking her legs wider, not that she needed encouragement there, she was already opening for him

“Hold onto something if you need to. And Ruby?” Preacher anchored his neck down, kissed along the shell of her ear, his cock so full he was about to lose his mind any second. He was never this strung out, never this desperate, she had him insane to fuck her, to own her secrets. “Scream like it hurts.”

“Oh, god. Oh, my god. Yes. yes, please. Make it hurt. Make me beg. Please, Asher.”

“Do you want it like the first time or better?”

Ruby’s head turned and her dilated eyes widened silently asking if he was serious. “I’ll die if it gets better.” Preached laughed, a rough, dark, full of promise noise, as his fingers pried her intimate lips open, his breath brushing causing her to shiver. So sexy. He loved that reaction. Oh, he had every intention of giving it to her.

She was slippery.

“You won’t die, you’ll only feel like you did.  Do you want better, Rubes?”

“Yes.” Yes, was the only answer he’d accept. She’d lived nearly thirty years if an orgasm took her out he was gonna be fine with that because he was giving it to her. Fucking me.

Every pant told him she hungered for it.

He crouched and got to work.

His tongue began flicking, she tried to twist around to watch, he held her waist, forcing her to stay in that forward-facing stance while he ate at her pussy from behind, the taste of her was like nothing he’d had before. Preacher wouldn’t say he was a pussy expert, but if awards were giving out, well, he’d be holding an arm-load of metal.

 

 

 

******

 

 

Ruby was an indecent woman when it came to Preacher. Her thigh muscles were protesting from being up on the very tips of her toes for so long, but she’d break off all her toes before she moved an inch. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but oh, her body felt exactly what he did licking that patch of skin right beneath her clit, the moment the fast flick happened she went into spasms falling forward sprawled over the drawers like a damn hooker, knocking the single lamp into the wall, crying out, she clutched the first things her fingers encountered, gripping the edge, clawing to stay upright while she was battered with sensation. It wasn’t as though she’d never had anyone go down on her, it was just his skill was … staggering.  Jesus. What was he doing? Did he take a night class, how to send a woman into orbit with the pressure of his tongue? He went down on her like he thought it would save lives, cure cancer, and end world hunger. His mouth ravaged and destroyed her, left her less than she had been only a minute ago, turned her into moon dust floating in the air while he was licking his lips.

Not one, but two fingers went in and planted there, not touching her inner walls, just flicking and driving her mad, her thighs clenched, belly muscles went crazy when he gave her pussy a full mouth kiss. She couldn’t think of his beard being covered in her juices.

Heaven.

“You okay? Want more?” he gruffed.

“Yes, oh yes. Yes.” Words smeared in hope.

To hell with anything that wasn’t this. To hell with family and users and those who bled her sanity dry, there was only her and Preacher in this moment.

He chuckled and got back to it. Thank you, God. Top to bottom, over and again, he licked her, tongued her, fucked her furiously hard with just his mouth. That clever wicked dirty mouth. Ruby bent her knees angling her lower half back against a delicious tongue, undulated and begged for it in breathy harsh pants that hardly made any sense because she was in a warped universe where only orgasms by Preacher mattered and only he could make her feel whole again.

He was covered in her, dripping in her and she wanted to lick him clean.

No one had ever turned Ruby into an animal, she’d come close before, had exes who knew what they were doing, but this out of body experience of feeling too tight for her own skin to properly house her bones, that was all brand new, she could barely breathe for wanting him.

The world was tipping on its axis because of one man giving her the good and the wicked.

“You’ve got me like an out of control maniac, Ruby.” He growled and nipped her lips. “I want to bend you over and fuck you stupid until you scream only for me until it’s just my cock you ache for.“ Yes, god yes.

Somewhere in the background of her blindness she heard a paper crinkle and then Preacher was arched over her having dealt with the rubber. Mouth so close when she turned her head they shared the same air.

“Ready?” she looked down. Saw a giant fucking erection bobbing towards her. Ruby licked her dry lips, felt her lungs seize a tiny bit. Yes. Yes. Yes.

“I’d say I was born ready, but even I have to prepare for that piercing. My legs feel funny.”

He laughed, leaned down to kiss her which she grabbed onto greedily before he flipped her suddenly “I won’t let you fall.” He lifted and deposited her back onto the bed. “Belly, baby, get that ass up.” He slapped hers as if she’d needed guidance.

The pleasure began a throb and then a storm as the tip of his cock dragged through her soaked lips, back and forth around and around, torturing her.

Torturing himself if his grunts were anything to go by. Preacher braced his hands up by the side of her head, his chest grazing her back.

“Tell me you want it.”

“God yes.”

“Say it, Rube. You want it. You need my cock. Only my cock.”

“Yours is the only cock here. I want it, Asher. I fucking want it.”

“Only mine,” he pressed harder to her clit, she went stiff all over moaning into the bed, god knows how many people had slept and fucked here? And here she was burying her face in the sheets, if she caught some venereal disease or herpes of the nose it was her own fault but she couldn’t seem to care much when he slammed hard into her, the ridge of his cock bars vibrating along her walls, the most mind-numbing pleasure of all.

She couldn’t think.

“Asher.” She screamed.

“Say it again.” He commanded deeply.

“Asher. Please.” Another hard push.

“Again.”

“Oh, my god, Asher. It’s so good.”

She could only take the hard onslaught as Preacher rode her ass, skin slapping together, his fingers holding her waist down while the other hand ghosted up her spine, soothing even as he fucked like a demon.

“Jesus, you’re so goddamn tight. Love that. Squeeze, baby. You’ll remember who is fucking you. Scream my name again. Who is giving it to you?” There was no room in her head let alone their room for patience. He went full speed ahead, pushing right in until he hit bottom, every angle rendered her breathless.

Pleasure rushed down her spine. “Asher!”

“I know, so close aren’t you, little baby, soaking me to my balls, do you hear it? How sexy we sound slurping together. Reach it, beautiful. Get there.”

That ended her ride, his dirty talk was a thing of abstract aphrodisiac, her trigger, she didn’t know why, maybe the roughness of his voice that sounded as if he was born talking about sex, she used her arms to hold her up, plastering her back to his chest, two bodies perfectly aligned even as she lifted her ass to take impossibly more of his cock inside her and when she came she called out his name. A harrowing scream that shook her to the core.

They didn’t stop for hours. Long sweaty greedy hours.

It was as if they were both recharging their batteries, throwing grenades at each other and waiting for them to detonate. He attacked her. She attacked him.

He impaled her to the motel bed. Punishing her with sex for her secrets. She cried out hoarsely. Loud enough to sound a little unhinged as he began to pound inside her soft well used sore tissue. The wet slapping went on. Heavy breathing collectively the only noise in the room.

His thrusts were incredibly hard it was as though he was trying to propel her into a new dimension. He was just as strung out as Ruby was. She loved that he never hid it.

Their eyes locked. Panting against each other’s mouths, she took in his air, tasting him.

He moved deeper into a new place that caused convulsions all along her lower spine, she extended up intentionally sliding him into her before she locked around him, forcing him to work to pull free.

“You’re a little minx, aren’t you?” He sunk in deep. Grunted and repeated.

“Only on Tuesday through Monday. Is that all you got, Preacher man? Here I thought you were the greatest conqueror of sex. Or so the bathroom stalls say...” She goaded though she didn’t think she could take more, exhaustion weighed her bones down. He took it as a challenge by grinning, that cocky man, licking the salty sweat from his upper lip and throwing his hips down hard. As if an unspoken command her vagina turned molten, growing wetter than she ever had been before, folding in around his cock, she died a little from the excitement swamping her system, tiny bombs of pleasure so acute her fine hairs stood on end. How did hookers do this every day? Fuck. She was dying.

Hours of intensity flew by.

The barest touch and she was a mass of tremors in his arms.

This pussy is mine. Only I can make you feel this. Open your legs, show me what’s mine.

He had it so wrong. So, wrong. But oh, every growled word turned her inside out. For a moment she could enjoy it, enjoy Preacher, let herself have him. Allow herself to belong to him.

He pressed his lips tenderly to her forehead, all the while slowly rolling his hips, cradling her head in his hands, it was eye-locked fucking. Exhausted, yet driven by the clawing pleasure they raced towards. It was endless.

Their time was winding down, surely, they couldn’t fill every second with sex. She’d die.

Soon he would insist on knowing the answer to his question.

Who was Sebastian?

Her heart constricted. The biggest, the purest love of her life. That’s who Sebastian was.

It wasn’t what he was thinking.

“Stay in the moment with me, Rubes.”

“I am.” She panted flicking her gaze to his.

“You went away.” He slipped in. Pulled out. A leisurely joining, both tired and sore. Carefully aware they’d fucked anger into each other for hours now. She stroked hands around his waist, enjoying his weight, luxuriating in touching him. 

“I’m here.” She struggled to get her breath.

She was, for now. But even fuck buddies had their end date and she saw theirs in the distance growing closer.  

Why did that hurt her? Why did she want to curl into a ball and cry herself stupid? This was only sex, she reminded. The greatest sex she’d ever had. Life altering.

She’d never recover from Preacher.

And here she’d thought the crazy lunatic Kyle Williams, would be the biggest gnarliest impact of her life.

When all along it was the man on top of her, inside her, the man stroking the side of her face with such reverence her heart bumped hard. To stop herself from seeing that look on his face she leaned up and took his mouth, kissing him and kissing him.

Life was so crappy, she knew this and still, it hurt to know she couldn’t have this one good thing for very long, because before long Karma would step in with her Manolo's and screw Ruby over. That's just how it went. Her own wants would be sacrificed to do what she always did; take care of others.

It was just the way it was.

The family didn’t deserve her.

She kissed Preacher for a long time, and long after their sex was over and she lay in the cradle of his arms, shivering from the trail of his fingertips down her spine, the quiet enveloping them in that grotty motel room with the noise from a loud TV coming from next door.

Preacher man had knocked her socks off.

And made her fall in love with his kindness.

She loved few but she loved hard.

Preacher was amongst them now.

Ruby was gone from the motel room an hour later. It was as if she’d never been there with her soul bared wide open at all.