Preacher was relieved to see Raven’s expression lighten.
“Preach, she’s under your watch. I don’t want her out of your sight and that means ever. She is your fucking property. She eats, sleeps, and shits with you.”
“You got it, Prez.” He couldn’t help but leer at the girl as he confirmed with Tiny.
Preacher leaned down and growled in her ear, “Your pretty, little ass belongs to me now. I better not find out you even so much as call your ex old man.”
“You got a cell phone? If you do, give it to Preacher,” Tiny ordered.
“I don’t have anything but the clothes on my back. I ran away in a hurry and didn’t have time to pack any of my things.”
“I’ll take care of her,” Preacher vowed. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “and you’ll take care of me too; I can assure you of that.” He couldn’t resist the urge to be a smart ass and rub it in a little more. “I’ll even get you a cell phone… with my number in it.” He winked at her, just to piss her off, as she glared at him. A little bit of fire in a woman was a good thing, especially in the sack, and he was looking forward to getting her there.
Chapter Seven
Daisy
Though Raven had scared the shit out of her when she almost beat her ass for lying to her, she was thankful the worst of it was behind her. They knew she was here now, and Tiny had even gone so far as to put her under Preacher’s care. From previous dealings with bikers, she knew he would go out of his way to protect her just on general principle; Billy was the enemy.
Daisy had no problem being under Preacher’s watchful eye. She didn’t know why, but she was more than just a little bit attracted to him. It didn’t hurt that he was damn easy on the eyes. He was, perhaps, a little rough around the edges, but what biker wasn’t? At the very least, she wouldn’t have to worry about getting the shit kicked out of her anymore. She did need to make an effort to apologize to Raven in private. She was genuinely sorry she had lied to the woman but couldn’t say she wasn’t glad things had worked out the way they had. Maybe she could finally have a new beginning here. Anything was better than going back to Billy.
Daisy was a little concerned how Billy would react when word got back to him that she was with a rival club. She didn’t believe he was crazy enough to try and confront her at the Dauntless compound, but you never could tell what he would do when he was in a drugged haze. Regardless, she knew this was the safest place she could be right now.
Preacher forcefully tugging on her arm and trying to pull her behind him interrupted her thoughts.
“Time to go see if you’re worth all the trouble you’ve caused me,” Preacher growled in her ear as he led her out of the kitchen and down a hallway. He ushered her straight into a room she assumed was his, giving her a little shove so that she stumbled inside. He turned, promptly locked the door, and then stalked his way towards her until she was backed into the wall.
“Been thinking ‘bout this since I first laid eyes on you last night, girl. I’m not a good man, but I’m damn sure good at taking care of what’s mine and you’re mine now. I won’t beat you, but I expect you to behave. I don’t want to see you around any of these other guys. You hear me? I’m watching you, Daisy. I’m watching every fucking move you make. Don’t disappoint me, girl.”
He watched her face, waiting for her to answer, as she chewed on her bottom lip. She felt tongue-tied and physically unable to respond. Instead, she simply nodded to indicate she understood and agreed to his demands. Her breath hitched in her throat as he lifted her top up over her chest and took one of her nipples into his mouth. He pulled his mouth off, making a popping noise, and ran the rough pad of his thumb over the wetness left behind. He stared deeply into her eyes, and the look he gave her was a mixture of intrigue and lust. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had made her feel like this, and she definitely couldn’t remember ever feeling this way with Billy. She liked Preacher. She liked the things he said to her, the way he made her feel, and she damn sure liked the way her body responded to him. As if reading her mind, he spoke, “Your body likes being owned, and I’m just the man to own it.”
Her hand went down to the hardening in his pants and rubbed over it, but he stopped her from going any further.
“You need to stop or I’m gonna fuck you, and it’s gonna be hard. There ain’t nothin’ gentle about me.” He bit down on her nipple as if to emphasize his words. “I’d rather go bareback, but we need to get Doc to come in and test your ass. He’ll be here tomorrow, little runaway, so for now, go get your ass in the shower.”
Daisy happily obeyed his order, anxious to wash off the filth from the night before and let the hot water soothe sore muscles. The spray felt heavenly, but every time she ran her hands over her body, she couldn’t help but wish it were Preacher touching her instead.
“You rescued me,” Daisy whispered when she opened the shower door and saw that Preacher was staring at her. She shyly grabbed a towel and quickly wrapped her body in it to hide from his inspection.
“I ain’t nobody’s fucking knight in shining armor. I’m a hard man. I tell it like it is, and I’ll expect a lot from you. In other words, I’m strict as hell.”
“I don’t mind,” she said, looking down as she bit her bottom lip.
A chill ran through her as he reached up and ripped the towel away from her. He picked up one of her tits, almost as if weighing it in his hand. “Nice tits. Are they fake?”
“Yes, I hope it’s okay.”
“They’re nice tits,” he said again. “Spread your legs.” He stroked his finger through her slit until she got wet and then pushed up into her. “Your cunt’s tight. How long has it been since you been fucked, girl?”
“He stopped making love to me six months ago.”
“You ever been with another man besides him?”
He flinched when he noticed a tear roll down her cheek. “No, I ran away when my stepdad started coming into my room to feel me up after my mom went to sleep.”
“That’s fucked up.” His words were clipped, like he was discussing a business deal. It sounded like he was trying very hard to keep any and all emotion out of their interaction.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the bedroom. “Get on the bed and spread your legs. Touch yourself.”
She heard his breathing hitch when she spread her legs. She closed her eyes and suppressed the smile that threatened, happy to know she was affecting him.
“Open your fuckin’ eyes and bend your knees! I want to see what I’m getting.”
Daisy shyly stroked through her pussy lips and could hear his breathing get harsher with every caress.
He pulled his cock from his pants and she looked away in embarrassment. She hoped he wasn’t too big for her; Billy hadn’t been that big.
He slowly stroked himself with a smirk on his face. “Finger fuck yourself with one hand and rub your clit with the other. You better make yourself come because I want to watch.”
He made his way to the side of the bed and pulled her head towards the edge. “Lick that pre-cum off the head of my cock.”
Her little pink tongue darted out and her body trembled as he pulled at one of her hardened nipples. His mandates were turning her on. For reasons she wasn’t quite ready to explore, the way he was telling her what to do, like he was disconnected, was making her ridiculously horny.
He jerked back from her and spoke, “Don’t take your fucking eyes off me when you come.”
Her breathing was raspy and her body was shaking as she got closer and closer to climaxing.
“Yeah, you look all needy and shit. You want that cock, don’t you? You’ll get it tomorrow after you get tested. Pump that pussy, baby. That’s a good girl.” Her body shot up off the bed as an intense orgasm surged through her.
Preacher groaned as he shot his seed all over her chest. “Rub it in,” he growled at her.
He was staring at her as she climaxed again while rubbing his seed into her chest wit
h her free hand. He was so nasty and talked so dirty. She couldn’t ever remember coming that hard.
Preacher tucked his cock back in his pants and walked out as if nothing had happened. A wave of sadness washed over her as she started the shower for the second time that night. Why was he acting so detached? It didn’t matter. She was safe, and that was all she needed to be concerned with right now.
Chapter Eight
Daisy
Still within the confines of the Dauntless compound, Daisy stood in a large outbuilding, her mouth agape in astonishment. On the inside, it looked more like a store and nothing like the plain exterior indicated. There were racks full of clothing, shelves with all kinds of shoes, and metal baskets lining the walls full of lingerie and dance costumes.
She was looking around in awe when Raven spoke as if reading her mind. “You’re not the first chick to be rescued. Our boys take good care of us. This is where we come when we need clothes or dance costumes. Everybody donates, and we have a guy who comes by regularly with a truckload of stolen items. He lets us buy cut-rate, so it works out for everybody involved.”
“Raven, I want you to know I’m really sorry I lied to you like I did, but I really felt like I had no choice. I had to get away from Billy before he killed me.”
“That’s the only thing saving your ass. I understand because I went through the same thing, and Tiny rescued me. I guess this is a case of history repeating itself.”
“Well, if you’re cool with Raven, then you’re cool with me,” Red spoke up.
She felt a sense of relief to have the apologies out of the way. Now, there was just the issue of how things would play out when Billy discovered where she was staying. The biking community was small enough that it would only be a matter of time. Even when he found out, she knew she would still be safer here than anywhere else. With the reputation Dauntless MC had, you’d have to be stupid to try and fuck with them. Then again, that was part of the problem; the meth made Billy beyond stupid.
The girls stayed in the outbuilding for a while, getting everything Daisy needed to begin her new life. They were too busy laughing and talking while they shopped to notice Preacher in the doorway. Staring at Daisy with an intense look, he mouthed the words, “I’m watching you,” when he finally caught her attention. Daisy felt a rush of adrenalin and her heart started pounding. She felt intense pleasure in knowing he was watching her and in how he took responsibility for her now. Even though it was because Tiny had told him to keep an eye on her, it still felt good to belong to him. He was so intense when he was with her, and it was such a turn-on. She instinctively knew it was his personality to be that way; it couldn’t possibly be just towards her. She was certain he was that way in every area of his life. Most bikers were possessive but, many times, it was in a loud, forceful way. With him, it was a quiet assurance of being in control. He was confident and comfortable with who he was and what he stood for. She would be careful to not cross him. Preacher wasn’t anything at all like Billy, who was all bark and no bite. No, this man was a man of action, and she didn’t want to do anything to get on his bad side.
Chapter Nine
Preacher
He stood and watched her in silence for a couple of minutes before she even realized he was there. Though he was a large man, he was light on his feet and had the ability to be stealthy. There was something about this woman that held his interest. He didn’t know why, but she intrigued him. He listened to the girls as they giggled and held up clothing to their bodies, commenting on whether or not they would look good in them. He couldn’t imagine anything not looking good on the woman who was now his.
He felt a twinge of jealousy as he thought about the customers at the club seeing her nude. He already knew he couldn’t stand the thought of any of them touching her. God help them if they tried. He usually wasn’t the type of man to settle on just one woman, but there was something about Daisy that made her different. Maybe it was her need to be rescued, but he doubted that was it.
He was staring at her when she looked over and caught sight of him. He mouthed the words, “I’m watching you,” to her just to see her reaction. It didn’t surprise him when her face flushed red, and he wondered if it aroused her to know she was being watched. Did it turn her on to know he was the type of man who was unpredictable, and she would never know when he might appear? Already, just in the short time they had known each other, he was making sure she saw the side of him that his enemies feared. He had always had the ability to track and hunt. He’d watched her from the shadows the night before, and he would continue to watch her, especially now that she was his.
It didn’t matter that she was beautiful. It didn’t matter that she was hot piece of ass either. He didn’t trust her. She was with that dirt bag from Hell’s Demons for a long time, and he knew she might still be brainwashed by the bastard. He wasn’t taking any chances of her fucking him over or hurting the club. Yeah, he’d be watching her. When she least expected it, he would be there, lurking under the cover of darkness, and he’d take note of her every action.
She was going to have to earn his trust. Even after she did, if she did, he would always be watching, waiting, and pursuing her from the shadows. It was just how he was wired. He enjoyed stalking prey, and right now, she was his prey of choice.
Daisy
This place had everything. There were clothes, costumes, hygiene items, and make-up, so she was able to get everything she needed. She was happy about the fact that she could doll up a bit to look her best for Preacher. She wanted his eyes on her and her alone, and she was going to do everything in her power to make sure of it. Before she grabbed the large bag full of items, she reached over and hugged the two girls to thank them for everything.
“You’re part of the family now.” Raven smiled as she spoke to her. Daisy knew Raven had no way of knowing how much those few words meant to her.
“Where should I go to get ready?”
Preacher shocked her when he came over, grabbed the huge, black garbage bag from the floor where she had set it down, and growled, “You get ready in my room. You fucking shower, get ready, sleep, and fuck in my room.”
The other girls just laughed when they noticed she turned red again with embarrassment.
“Come on, Daisy,” Preacher called out, walking ahead of her and making his way back into the clubhouse towards his room.
She ran up beside him, grabbed the muscled arm not carrying her bag, and teased him, “Are you sure you won’t have some girl getting jealous of how much attention you’re showing me?”
“Don’t give a fuck. I let them all know from the start they were a piece of ass and nothing more.”
“Is that all I am?” she asked, looking up at him inquisitively.
“You’re whatever I say you are. Right now, I say you’re my fucking property.”
She found herself fervently hoping he wouldn’t fuck any other women while she was with him.
“Are you still gonna be seeing other club women?”
“You ask a lot of questions, don’t you?”
“No more than any other woman does. So, are ya?”
“I got a feeling I’m going to have my hands full with you, little girl.”
The way he looked down on her made her heart skip a beat. What was it about this guy? She didn’t know; all she knew was that she liked him… a lot.
Preacher
The way she looked up at him, so innocent and pure, triggered his protective instinct and made him want to see to her every need. He knew he didn’t want any other women right now, but could he promise her fidelity? All the women in the past had been nothing but club sluts, a way to get release. Daisy was different; she made him want to keep her tucked under his arm where no one else could get to her. He knew how dangerous a meth head could be, and he also knew the guy would be missing the money Daisy made every night. He was going to have to deal with the guy, and the sooner the better. One thing was for sure; he wouldn’t be letting Daisy out of hi
s sight. Even after this short amount of time, he knew if her ex got a hold of her, something happened to her, or he couldn’t find her, he would miss her. He didn’t know how she had managed to get under his skin so quickly. All he knew was that, from the moment he first laid eyes on her, he’d needed to have her. Well, he had her now, and he had every intention of keeping her.
He stalked in her direction, dropping the bag to the floor along the way. “I’m taking a shower with you. I feel dirty, real fucking dirty, every time I get close to you. Strip, Daisy, and let me see that hot, little body of yours.”
He watched her, mesmerized, as she took off her clothing.
“Fucking throw that shit out. I don’t want you wearing anything you wore for him. You belong to me now, and I can damn sure take care of what’s mine.”
He pushed down on his cock and groaned as he breathed into her neck, taking in her smell.
“Undress me,” he commanded her, leaving no room for argument. He noted how tiny her hands were as they reached up to remove his kutte first. She then peeled off his tight, black t-shirt. He could feel her hands trembling as they unbuckled his thick, leather belt and unbuttoned his jeans. Next, she worked his zipper down and it felt so good for his cock to be out of the confines of the tight denim. He kicked out of his heavy biker boots and led her into the bathroom. He reached into the shower and adjusted the water, getting the temperature just right.
She scrambled away from him, calling out over her shoulder, “I just want to get the shampoo and conditioner Raven gave me.”
“Hurry up,” he growled, “I’m horny.”
“I think you’re probably always horny.”
“Damn straight I am.”
She made her way back into the shower with an armload of stuff and Preacher chuckled. “It takes all that to make you look good?”
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