Preacher (Dixie Reapers MC 4.5)

by Harley Wylde

  Preacher (Dixie Reapers MC 4.5)

  Harley Wylde

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  Table of Contents

  Preacher (Dixie Reapers MC 4.5)

  Author’s Note

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Harley Wylde

  Preacher (Dixie Reapers MC 4.5)

  Harley Wylde

  Kayla: My twin brother, Johnny, practically disappeared when he started prospecting for the Dixie Reapers, and if I wanted to see him, then it meant going to the compound. I’d never been inside the clubhouse, wasn’t supposed to go there, but sometimes the devil on my shoulder prods me into doing things I shouldn’t. Johnny made it sound like there were drugs being snorted left and right and orgies, but that wasn’t what I found that night.

  I never expected to fall for a heartbroken man I could never have, a man much older than me. But that night, Preacher took me in his arms, claimed my virginity with a passion that left me seeing stars, and I knew that I’d made the right decision. Even if it did come back to bite me in the ass two months later. When I’d walked through the door that night, I’d never counted on being fucked by a super hot biker, and I definitely didn’t expect to end up pregnant!

  Preacher: When I lost my family, before even prospecting for the Dixie Reapers, I’d closed off my heart and vowed to never let another woman in. A quick fuck here and there with the club pussy kept me sane, but no one would ever mean anything to me. Then the most tempting woman I’ve ever met gave me a night I knew I’d always remember, right before she disappeared. When she turns up two months later, I find her in the arms of one of the prospects.

  Fury hits me first, then she knocks me on my ass when she tells me she’s pregnant. With my kid. I turned away from God all those years ago, gave up being a minister, and signed my life over to the Dixie Reapers. I don’t know that I believe in a higher power anymore, but maybe it’s time I start praying again. Because giving this woman everything she needs, being the man she deserves, is going to take one hell of a miracle.

  Author’s Note

  Dear Reader,

  Thanks to all of you who asked for Preacher’s story -- and here it is! Preacher, like all the Dixie Reapers MC books, is a stand-alone story, but if you’d like to read the series in chronological order, Preacher takes place between Torch and Rocky. Preacher is not as long as the other books in the series, but I tried to make it just as hot. I can’t begin to tell you how much I love these characters, not just in this story, but in the entire series. They hold a special place in my heart, and I hope they will offer you a bit of enjoyment.

  The feedback I’ve received on this series has been amazing, and I appreciate each and every one of my readers. Venom, Torch, Rocky, and Bull have been Amazon bestsellers, and that’s thanks to all of you. If you have a moment to spare, I would love it if you’d take a few seconds to leave a review. It doesn’t have to be long. Just something to let other people know what you liked or didn’t like about the books. Reviews not only help other readers, but I love to hear what my readers think. I hope you found the story entertaining and enjoyed that gooey feeling you get when characters get their happily-ever-after.

  If you’d like to be notified of future books, you can sign up for my newsletter or follow me on Amazon. Thank you again for taking a chance on my Dixie Reapers and Preacher!

  Until next time…

  Chapter One

  Kayla

  I wasn’t supposed to be here. Johnny had warned me away, telling me that the compound was no place for a girl like me. I nearly snapped his head off and reminded him I was a grown-ass woman and not some child. He was all of two minutes older than me, but acted like he was thirty and not nineteen. My twin brother was a pain in the damn ass, but I missed him. We’d done everything together, until he’d decided to prospect for the Dixie Reapers, then overnight, he was gone. All his time was tied up with club business, and he no longer came home to visit. He’d walked away from me, and it hurt like hell, especially since he damn well knew what life was like at home.

  I didn’t have a car, and walking all the way to the compound hadn’t been fun, but as I approached the gates, I felt my stomach twist and turn. I’d met a few of the prospects from the times I’d shown up to see Johnny, but I’d never met the patched members, and Johnny wanted to keep it that way. He’d told me that what went on in the clubhouse wasn’t something I ever wanted to be a part of, and I’d avoided the place all this time, but as I heard the music blasting from inside I wondered if the temptation would be too great.

  The hem of my denim skirt rode up, and I tugged it back down as I neared the gate. The prospect on the other side was one I’d met once or twice. He always leered at me and gave me the creeps, but so far he’d kept his hands to himself. His gaze caressed me in a way that suggested he’d like to do far more than look, and I tried to hold back my shiver of revulsion at the mere thought of his hands on me. It wasn’t that he was bad looking, but he definitely gave off a creeper vibe.

  “You here to see Johnny?” he asked.

  “Yeah. Thought I’d surprise him.”

  “Oh, he’ll be surprised all right. He’s inside,” the prospect said, tipping his head toward the clubhouse. “But then, you aren’t allowed in there are you? Too pristine for a place like that.”

  “I’m not pristine,” I snapped.

  I might be a virgin in the strictest sense, but I was far from angelic. I’d never technically had sex, even though I’d given a few blow jobs and fooled around, but I’d used my trusty vibrator to take care of my virginity. I’d heard it would hurt, and no way was I trusting a guy with something like that. Especially not since the guys I knew were selfish and fumbling. No finesse whatsoever.

  “Just remember that you were warned.” The gate slid open, and he motioned toward the clubhouse. “Enter at your own risk.”

  That sounded like something the creepy guy in horror movies says right before the heroine does something incredibly stupid, like enter a ho
use full of mass murderers, or choose the darkened pathway filled with deformed, dying trees instead of the brightly lit path. This was just a clubhouse full of bikers, one of whom was my brother. How bad could it be?

  I stepped through the gate and made my way across the lot to the building with Dixie Reapers across the top in neon, and slowly climbed the steps. The noise from inside was even louder now, and I pushed open the doors, not sure what to expect. The way my brother talked, I half-expected naked women and orgies going on out in the open. My gaze scanned the room, but I didn’t see my brother -- or any orgies. The place was packed wall-to-wall with men and women in leather cuts with Dixie Reapers stitched across the back. Other than some smoking and drinking, I didn’t see anything wild going on. Not that those things were wild, but to hear Johnny tell it, all kinds of shit went down in here. They just looked like your average group of adults having a nice time.

  No one paid me any attention as I moved farther into the room, but the fact I was the only one not sporting one of those leather cuts made me feel a little out of place. At least I’d worn my black top and not the red one I’d picked up first. Still, I didn’t exactly blend, even if some of the women present looked to be my age or close to it. I’d learned enough from Johnny to guess those were the old ladies. He seemed rather fond of the President’s woman, and I wondered if I’d ever get a chance to meet her. To hear Johnny tell it, the woman was up for sainthood. I didn’t think anyone could ever be that perfect.

  At the end of the bar, a man sat alone, a line of shot glasses in front of him, and an old worn Bible nearby. I hadn’t taken the club for being religious, but then this man didn’t seem quite like the others. He wore the same cut as everyone else, but as I studied him, I realized he was more somber. There was almost a haunted look to him, as if he were trying to drown his demons in whiskey, or whatever he was drinking. I felt this pull, as if I were supposed to get closer to him.

  Slowly, I made my way across the room and slid onto the stool next to his. He didn’t even so much as glance my way, but I could tell from the way his mouth tensed that he was more than aware of my presence, and didn’t seem to care for it. I didn’t know what he was trying to run from, and it was honestly none of my business, but I’d found that sometimes people just needed to be reminded they weren’t as alone as they thought. Despite the fact the room was full of people, not a single one had come to sit by him. Maybe he’d chased them off, or maybe they left him alone because of the vibe he was putting out. Neither was going to deter me. Someone as sexy as he shouldn’t be drowning their sorrows. Not alone anyway.

  The guy behind the bar came over, a swagger to his step and a cocky smile on his face. His cut said Prospect, but thankfully he wasn’t someone I knew. The minute my brother found out I was here, he’d likely escort me back to the gate and send me home, which was the last place I wanted to be. The guy leaned on the bar, his arms folded so that his biceps bulged. I assumed I was supposed to be impressed, but he looked just like every other asshole in my neighborhood who wanted in my pants. Not happening, buddy.

  “What can I get for you, beautiful?” he asked, his lips tipping up on one side in a way I supposed most would find sexy. It wasn’t making me drop my panties, that was for sure. I was completely immune to guys like this one.

  “Rum and Coke,” I said.

  The guy next to me snorted.

  “What?” I asked, turning my attention his way.

  When his gaze clashed with mine, the breath in my lungs froze. Dark hair and a close-cropped beard were sexy enough, but damn… The man’s eyes were truly things of beauty. I saw blues, greens, golds. Maybe even a hint of gray. Those were the kind of eyes a woman could get lost in, the kind of eyes that would make her do something really stupid.

  “You ever actually had a rum and Coke?” he asked, his voice deep and smooth.

  “Maybe.”

  He smiled a little. Not a full-out smile, and not even a smirk. It was almost like his lips had turned up without his permission because it was gone almost as fast as it happened.

  “Why don’t you give her a Sex On The Beach?” the guy next to me said.

  The Prospect leered at me. “Oh, I’d be delighted.”

  I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. “Just the drink, thanks.”

  I could tell he wanted to say something, but he refrained, walking off to fix my drink. I focused on the guy sitting next to me again, and noticed his cut said Preacher. Since he had a Bible nearby, I wondered if that’s how he’d gotten the name. I didn’t think an actual preacher would be sitting here drinking alcohol. But then, I didn’t really know any religious types.

  “I’m Kayla,” I said.

  “Preacher.”

  He went back to looking at his shot glasses, which were empty now. Now that he’d spoken to me, no way was I letting him go back to his brooding silence. He was probably older than I’d first thought, but that only made me curious. I was used to guys my age, who didn’t know what the hell they were doing. But a guy like him? I was willing to bet that he knew exactly how to treat a woman, both in and out of the bedroom.

  “Why aren’t you partying with everyone else?” I asked.

  “Weddings aren’t really something I like to celebrate,” he said.

  “Don’t believe in marriage?”

  He held up his left hand, a gold band on his ring finger. “Already met my one and only. And someday I’ll get to see her again.”

  See her again?

  “Did she move?” I asked.

  “Yeah.” He glanced my way. “To heaven.”

  Way to put your foot in your mouth, Kayla.

  “I’m sorry. I wouldn’t have pushed if I had known. It must be hard being here without her.”

  He shrugged. “It’s been twelve years, but it doesn’t get any easier.”

  Holy hell! She’d died twelve years ago, and he still wore his wedding ring? Talk about commitment! I couldn’t even get a guy to go past the first date, and here he was, a widower for over a decade, and he still carried his wife in his heart. Part of me wanted to cry over the pain he must feel from losing his wife, but the other part thought it was touching that love like that still existed outside books and movies.

  “She must have been really amazing,” I said.

  “She was.” I got a genuine smile that time.

  The Prospect returned with my drink, and another line of shots for Preacher. We talked and drank for over an hour until both of us were well on our way to being drunk. If anyone asked later, I’d say that’s how I ended up in their meeting room, or whatever the hell they called it, with my skirt shoved up and my panties ripped off me. Yeah, definitely the alcohol, and didn’t have a damn thing to do with raging hormones and a hot as hell biker who needed a little comforting.

  Johnny was going to kill me when he found out.

  * * *

  Preacher

  The gorgeous woman who had listened to me talk about my wife, and had seemed genuinely interested, was exactly what I’d needed. I didn’t know precisely when she’d ended up in my lap, or at what point I’d started kissing her, but it wasn’t long before we were stumbling down the hallway. I pushed her into the room we used for Church. If Torch knew, he’d kick my ass, but I never took women to my home. It made them think it was something more than it was.

  I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this damn turned-on, though. It should have scared me, the feelings tumbling around inside me, but I shoved them down and just focused on the pleasure. Her curvy body pressed tight to mine, and damn if it didn’t feel like her hands were branding me everywhere they touched. She fumbled with my belt, and a moment later she had my pants unzipped and her hand was diving into my underwear and wrapping around my cock.

  I pulled her top off and dropped it onto the table, then leaned back a little to admire the view. The scrap of black lace that cupped her breasts was probably the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. Pulling up her skirt, I saw the panties matched, and I had this in
sane urge to keep them as a souvenir. Kayla’s hands were tugging my pants and boxer briefs down until my cock was freed.

  She dropped to her knees and licked her lips, her gaze fastening on mine, as she leaned forward and gave my cock a long, slow lick. I groaned and sank my fingers into her hair, urging her to do it again. Fuck but that felt incredible! It had been a while since I’d been with anyone, but I knew it hadn’t felt like this.

  “Open, baby. Wrap those lips around my cock,” I told her.

  Her lips parted, and I thrust inside. Her mouth felt like heaven as I stroked a little deeper each time. She looked hot as fuck on her knees, my cock in her mouth. Those sultry eyes of hers were nearly my undoing as she stared up at me.

  “You can take more, can’t you, sweetheart?” I asked.

  She hummed, which I took as an agreement. Kayla deep-throated me, taking every fucking inch of my cock, not gagging so much as once. It was like she was made for this, made to be fucked. I gripped her hair tighter and fucked her mouth, not stopping until I came. She swallowed, and then kept sucking even after I didn’t have anything left to give. I was still hard as granite, which hadn’t happened since… No, I wasn’t going to think of her while I was fucking Kayla. It wasn’t fair to either of them. With any other woman, I wouldn’t have cared, but Kayla… She didn’t seem like the others I’d fucked for a quick release. She listened, and she seemed to understand my pain. This wasn’t a quick screw to let off steam. It was something more, which was downright terrifying.

  I pulled free of her mouth and helped her to her feet. I normally fucked the women from behind, so I didn’t have to look at them, but I wanted to see her wide, expressive eyes as I pounded into her sweet pussy. Tearing her panties from her body, I urged her onto the table and spread her legs wide. My cock slid along her slit, and it felt so damn good. I closed my eyes a moment, just savoring the feel of her against me. Then my senses returned long enough to put on a condom. I hadn’t fucked without one since my wife died, and I wasn’t going to start now, no matter how tempting Kayla might be.