CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

“Now would be a great time for a Terminator to come back from 2029 to save the day.” - Ruby.

 

 

 

 

"Why haven't they called? Shouldn't they have called by now? it's a bad sign, isn't it? It shouldn't take this long to say yes."

Preacher had watched Ruby pacing the full length of his living room for more than an hour and twenty minutes and she was making him woozy.

Back and forth and off she went again. Her teeth worrying at her lip and taking glances at her cell sat prominently in the middle of the coffee table like she was urging the thing to ring.

"Rubes, come here," he ignored her questions he didn't have answers to unless he lied. He'd never had any dealings with social services before now, far as he could tell they were hardasses about foster and adoption cases but he wasn't saying that to her. Archie had said a decision was being made today, now they just had to wait for the CPS to call and let them know if Sebastian was authorized to come and live with them. What would happen had already been determined, now he could only wait and support her, however, the ball dropped.

Don’t let me be the one that fucks this up for her.

She came to him instantly, progress, he smiled to himself. A month ago, she would have told him to fuck off, scowled and said to go play in traffic.

Feisty thing his wife.

When she was at his side looking up with those half-masted pleading eyes Preacher wanted to fix the world for her, to hand deliver the kid so she was never unhappy again.

He was a doer, not a waiter. This was his idea of Hell.

“I can’t wait for him to see the bedroom we fixed up for him,” she said in a quiet voice. “Do you think he’ll like the toys?”

“Beautiful, you got him one of everything, I think the kid will think Disneyland puked up on the floor.”

“He’ll like the Spider-Man bedding, right? He likes Spider-Man.”

“What little kid wouldn’t.” He agreed. He hoped Seb would get to see the bedroom they’d worked on all day yesterday. His mom had carted over a whole trunk load of his and his brother's old toys, Seb was going to be spoiled for choice.

Seeing how she glanced at the cell phone again he stroked a palm to the back of her neck, felt the shudder go through her and arched into him for more petting, he left that hand there buried under her hair and let the other slide down the front of her body.

"What are you doing? We don't have time for that." Ass braced to the window ledge, his old lady between his legs, he had a great view of outside through the blinds, and he'd hear if anyone pulled up in one of the two carports out front, and of course, they were both watching her phone like it was about to explode. Whichever way the CPS decided to drop their verdict Preacher would know about it. Seeing her wound so damn tight, hanging on with all her nervous energy just to keep hoping, he knew one sure way to relax his old lady, by dipping his hand under the leg of her sleep shorts, he found she was bare beneath them.

"Ash..."

"I'm distracting you. Did I ever tell you about the time I took my brother's dirt bike apart and put it back together before he got home from school? but I'd forgotten one lousy bolt and the thing collapsed under him." Two fingers grazed against her slit and her head bowed down resting on his chest, exhaling so hard Preacher felt her bones relaxing as she chuckled. "No, you didn't. What did he do?"

"I was twelve and a cocky little bonehead, if you can believe that." Inserting a finger into her lips he idly toyed with her slick clit until it swelled under his touch, stroking carefully, in no rush, drawing circles, spelling his full name on the beloved little bud. He wasn’t igniting passion as they usually made love, this was soft, and tempting, yielding his lady under his hands, melting her bones, giving her a few minutes to think about something else. Her faint vanilla scent tickled his nose and he smiled rubbing his face in her hair, breathing deeply, the memory right there.

"Oh, god." She flinched jerking her hips, her arms went around his waist. Breathy when she asked. “Was he mad?”

That's my good girl, Rubes. Dropping a kiss against the shell of her ear, his other hand keeping hold of her nape, his thumb working her hammering pulse.

"Shane wasn’t happy, put it that way, he beat the living crap out of me, I could barely open my eye for a week, but then he showed me how to properly fix bikes and I was hooked ever since. Worked in one bike shop or another all my life."

His tiny dancer pliant under his hands, rolling her hips to his fingers and gasping breathy sounds, he smiled unsure if she'd even heard any of his story, but it had the desired effect she was no longer pacing or fretting over the fucking kid-police.

He used his middle finger to scrape against her G-spot knowing that's what she liked, she mewled, clutching onto the back of his shirt, she was slippery wet, hot and fucking grabbing onto his finger tightly. The moan sailed past her sexy little-opened mouth and for a long thirty-seconds Preacher had to chew the inside of his cheek to stop the rush of need coursing through him.

His cock ached but this was about his old lady.

Damn. He had an old lady. A true one. His wife.

How had that happened? More importantly, why wasn't it freaking him the shit out?

He liked it, that’s why, every second of their marriage so far, he dug it, that connection to her, even in the circumstances it had happened, he liked it.

"You like this, baby? You feel good, all creamy for me. You want more?"

"More yes."

He smiled, his cock begging to be coated in all that cream until she drowned him. He knew now how fucking amazing it felt to be buried in her, to pump himself stupid until the come poured in hard spurts the pleasure crippling him.

Addiction was a word he understood very well now that he was married to a perfect woman who got him, he could fuck her morning, noon and night and still feel the gnaw to take her again. To be in her company, to make her laugh because her laughs were something pretty fucking special when she gave them.

Maybe that would all change once she had the kid and Seb was living here with them but then even that he didn't mind because he liked him. He wanted Seb to come and live with them, if no other reason than to take that frightened look out of his eyes, no four-year should have lived through the shit he had, no kid his age should be so troubled.  Between his club brothers, his blood family and Ruby, Seb wouldn't be lacking for family or affection, his mom was dying for a grandkid to spoil.

Through his shirt, he felt her teeth sink into his pec. The bite taking him by surprise, he sucked in air. Oh, fuck baby, yeah, you bite the fuck out of your man.

Increasing the short hard thrust of his fingers, grinding her deeply right into that sweet spot.

"Asher."

"That's it, take it all from me, want it harder?"

"Yes, yes. Harder, fuck me. Please, Asher."

"Give me your eyes, beautiful." Her movements were sluggish drunk, the pleasure had her in its talons, slowing his hand a moment until chocolate glaze met his eyes. He grinned, bowed his neck to kiss her hungrily, she went fucking nuts sucking on his tongue and pumping her hips.

He used the flick of his tongue to remind her how good they were together and they should keep doing this for a long, long time. He nipped the corner of her mouth to tell her to trust him, that he wasn't going to hurt her, even if he couldn't give her reassurances stamped one hundred percent, he felt it in his abdomen and that was worth more to Preacher. When he decided on something it was set in stone.

And he'd decided on Ruby.

His dick pulsed against the inside of his zipper almost snapping in half. She was the one woman who undid him on every level. 

Her gaze brightened, lips wet, she begged him so sweetly he had no choice but to get her over the edge. Wet sounds and panting from them both he made his girl come hard and he knew it was hard from the way she cried out, stiffened and practically tunneled her fingernails into his back.

Waiting until she went limp he pulled his hand free of her shorts, keeping her close, so delicate and warm his lady.

"Feel better now?"

"Mmmm."

Preacher chuckled deeply. A smug laugh. "Is that a yes, Rube?"

"You know it is, you egotist. What about you?" Her hand trailed to his crotch and the hard throb. He would have absolutely encouraged her to give him head on her knees, all pouty lips and wide eyes looking up at him while he held her curls back.

but the phone rang making her jump.

"Oh, god. They're going to say no aren't they, Ash? I can't. I can't answer. We'll lose him," tears rushed to her eyes making her lashes sparkle.

"Beautiful, we face it, and worse comes to worse we fucking take him and get out of here."

"What? You don’t mean…" he didn't answer her, he was already connecting the call.

He meant it. If the law wouldn't give Ruby her nephew then Preacher would find another more illegal way to take the boy, it would mean he would have to leave Armado Springs and the club...

He'd do it for her. For them. For Seb. And a better life for him. They could go to any number of chapters throughout the US, it was doable and he was keeping the option on the table.

"Yes, this is Asher Priest." Voice grim. He found her hand sneaking into his. Her fingers shaking, he gave them a squeeze.

Judgment day.