Preacher (Wayward Kings MC Book 4)

by Zahra Girard

  Door fixed, I sit back on Jessica’s couch and drink some more.

  Maybe I’ll find my club members’ bodies and give them a proper funeral and bury a few Jackals beside them. Take a little revenge.

  It’s the least they deserve.

  And what do I deserve?

  If this job’s going to kill me, I deserve to have a little fun before I die.

  I’m going to say ‘yes’ to that woman.

  I’m going to make her scream my name.

  She wants it, she’s going to get it.

  I start — there’s a click as a key turns in the door.

  She’s standing there in the doorway. Face flushed, mouth slightly open in a way that just begs me to fuck her.

  She comes towards me, hips swaying and eyes burning. One leg lifts up and slides over me as she straddles my lap.

  I’m rock hard in a second.

  She parts her ruby lips.

  “I want you.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Preacher

  I’ve wanted this from the second I saw her in the bar that night.

  I’ve fought this the moment I realized what kind of woman she is.

  She’s too good for me, we both know I’ll ruin her, but we can’t resist it any more.

  She whispers those words to me, and I answer by crushing my lips to hers.

  She’s my weakness.

  She’s mine.

  My body hums and shakes with repressed need at touching her. My skin feels like it’s on fire the second I touch her.

  Jessica shifts her hips, grinding herself against my cock. I’m aching to feel her pussy clenched around my cock.

  “You know I’m not the kind of man you should be with,” I whisper to her.

  Her lips part in a smile, pearly whites glimmer between ruby red, luscious lips that look make to be wrapped around my cock.

  “You know I make my own decisions.”

  She lowers and swivels her hips, grinding her crotch against mine, tension and friction that sets shivers up my spine. Heat radiates from between her legs and my body feels like it’s trying to tear itself apart.

  I know I should stop this, I know this will only end up bad, but I can’t argue with how hard she makes my cock.

  I slide my tongue into her mouth and she moans and grinds her hips again.

  She wants this at least as much as I do.

  Who am I to turn down my host. Her house, her rules, after all.

  I work the first button of her blouse free and my drunk fingers stumble on the second. Fuck it. I tear the thing open and rip her bra off her.

  I lower my face into her cleavage and lose myself in her perfect tits. She moans and puts her hands on the back of my head, pulling my face closer to her chest.

  “This could get dangerous,” I tell her.

  She gasps as I hold one of her hard nipples between my lips and flutter my tongue against it.

  Then her hands grab my head again and push it back and pull it up to be level with hers. She looks me right in the eyes.

  “You sound like you don’t want to fuck me.”

  I chuckle. “What I want to do to you is so dirty they don’t have words for it. But I don’t want you to think that riding my cock is some ticket to a perfect life. Or even happiness. You get closer to me, you’re getting closer to a fucked up kind of life.”

  My cock — and most of the rest of me except for my conscience — is screaming at me: what the fuck are you doing? Shut your mouth and claim that ass.

  Except I know Jessica isn’t some club girl.

  She’s not disposable. She deserves the truth..

  She shrugs her shoulders, making her full tits bounce distractingly and her smile glitters white at me. Temptation in it’s purest form.

  Then she wins the argument; she opens the buttons and zipper to my jeans in two effortless flicks of her wrist and wraps her delicate fingers around my pulsing-hard cock.

  Her eyes stare at me, wide and innocent, and her smile taunts me — wide and anything but innocent. She gives my dick a firm squeeze and then a slow, rotating tug.

  “I trust you to keep me safe, Preacher.”

  It’s an argument I can’t win. Not when she’s smiling at me like that.

  I slide her pants off and my eyes drink in her tanned, toned legs. She’s got on a lacy pink thong that’s already damp.

  I kneel down and kiss her through the lace.

  She’s delicious.

  I hook my fingers around her thong and pull it off. The second it’s gone, her legs wrap around me and she grabs me by the back of my head and pulls my face to hers. We kiss, and my cock pulses against her slit. As we kiss, she moves her hips, sliding her wet slit up and down the length of my shaft. I grind my hips back, feeling her heat and quivering wetness.

  It’s irresistible.

  She lifts her hips again, moving herself so that the head of my cock is right at her opening. She freezes there and the world hangs in suspension as I ache for her to shift just a little bit more and allow me inside her.

  We both want this. We both need this.

  I love fast women. I love women that know what they want and don’t fuck around with talking or guessing games. She wants my cock inside her, and she’s going to get it.

  But not before I’ve got what I want.

  “Not so fast,” I growl, and I grab her legs just below the knee and pull them apart. Her pussy and the soft bit of blonde hair just above it is screaming my name.

  I want to know what a nurse tastes like.

  I kiss around her slit as long as I can take teasing her, until her moans and fingers clutching at my head tells me it’s time. She wants more. And I’m going to give it to her.

  A smile crosses my face as my tongue takes its first taste of her sweet pussy and a rumble echoes from my chest as she moans and rocks her hips, pressing her delicious cunt against my mouth.

  She’s perfect.

  I run my tongue in long, lazy strokes around her pussy, tasting all of her, savoring every second and teasing her clit with the gentlest flicks of my tongue to coax it to fullness.

  I want to build her up until she’s aching to break.

  I lick her thighs, I lick her labia, I kiss the cleavage of her hips, I do what I love to do: listen to her and use my lips and tongue to bring her to the peak of what she can handle — where her body quivers and she begs for my tongue against her clit because she can’t take it any longer.

  And then I give it to her.

  Gentle pressure at first, but getting faster and firmer until I hit that speed that makes her toss her head back and grab her tits and whisper my name over and over like a prayer.

  But she hasn’t seen all that I’ve got in store for her.

  I wet a finger and slide it inside her and she thrashes and moans like a wild animal..

  I look up at her from between her legs with a smile pulling on the edge of my lips. I love seeing my name on her lips. I love controlling her body with just the flick of my tongue or the crook of a finger.

  I keep her going until I’m ready for her to finish. Then I push her there, with a flick of my tongue and some just right pressure from my fingers.

  My name is on her lips as she comes.

  It’s beautiful.

  Every muscle in her stomach tightens, her legs clamp and I get smothered between her smooth thighs as she grinds her quivering pussy against my face.

  Heaven.

  Breathing hard, sweat on her chest, she leans back and looses her grip on my face.

  “We’re not done yet,” I say to her.

  I flip her over.

  Quick and easy. She’s light as a feather.

  “Wha-” she starts to say, startled, trying to get up.

  I reach up and lazily shove her back face-down.

  Then I lick her ass.

  She groans and her hands grip the couch cushions.

  She struggles again to sit up, not nearly as hard as before, but I shove her down again and
I tease her asshole with my tongue and she gives in quick enough. It’s natural she would be surprised, I know she’s a good girl who’s probably never had her ass eaten. But it’s time she learned. I go slow at first, I gotta ease her into it, but I can’t hold out long.

  She’s delicious, and I’ve been wanting to tongue her asshole from the second I laid eyes on her.

  I want to put my tongue on every inch of her body.

  Soon enough, she’s moaning and her hips are rocking again just as much as when I was eating her pussy.

  “Give me your cock,” she moans. “Please give me your cock.”

  She reaches back and grabs my dick, holding it tight and tugging it gently, while she rocks her ass against my face.

  Not yet.

  I’m not done with her.

  Shivers rocket through my body while I eat her ass, my balls feel like they’re ready to pop and all I’ve done is eat her out while she tugs my cock.

  I pull back, take a breath, and get my dick to chill the fuck out.

  Jessica’s got a body that I need to take my time with.

  “Oh my god, don’t stop. I love your tongue on my ass.”

  “And I fucking love your tight little ass,” I moan.

  There’s no way I can say no to that.

  Back down I go.

  Her grip shifts to my balls, holding them gently and playing with them while I tongue her asshole. This is heaven, but I can’t fight it any longer — my cock is swelling with need to be inside her.

  “I have to fuck you now,” I groan.

  “Do it. Fuck me from behind. I want to feel your dick fill me up. I want you to take control of me.”

  She’s all mine.

  I rise up, grab her by her full hips, and slide into her tight cunt. It’s intense enough to force a gasp from my lips.

  “Sweet god damn,” I growl.

  She’s tight, wet, and hotter than my dirtiest fantasy. I go slow to start and I shut my eyes and focus on how good it feels to have her pussy gripping my dick.

  “I love the way your dick feels,” she moans, eyes flashing at me as she looks back over her shoulder. “I love how you fill me.”

  I take her harder, deeper, and she leans face down into her couch, screaming in pleasure into the couch cushions. Her knuckles go white as she clutches the cushions and she lets out a muffled howl. “Yes.”

  “Your pussy feels amazing,” I moan.

  “Let me ride you,” she gasps. “Please, Preacher. Let me ride your cock.”

  I pull out and lie back on the couch.

  She turns around, and then straddles my legs, reverse-cowgirl. I catch a smile on her lips as she looks at me over her shoulder. “I know you like my ass, so I’ll ride you this way,” she says, lowering herself down on my cock.

  Why did I wait? Fuck, this woman is amazing.

  She swivels her hips while she rides my dick. I grip her hips and hold on, watching her bounce her ass up and down. I’m deep, and she is tight and wet, dripping her excitement down my cock and coaxing my balls to explode.

  I want this to last.

  I close my eyes and lose myself to her rhythm, matching my thrusts to hers.

  “Preacher, hold it just. Like. That,” she moans and digs her fingernails into my leg. I open my eyes and watch her perfect ass and the little dimples just above her perfect butt.

  Up and down she bounces, frantic, head back and blonde hair bouncing wild as she races for another climax.

  Then I feel it.

  A tightening.

  She freezes, body stiff and legs weak, and leans back into me, laying on top of me. Melting against me.

  I reach around and hold her close, her back to my chest while I take over, fucking her while she gasps and thrashes in my grip.

  This woman is fucking delicious.

  Who knew good girls fucked like this?

  I caress her tits while she quivers on top of me.

  I can’t take it any longer. Her pussy’s got a vise grip on my cock and she is swiveling her hips and begging in a breathy whisper for me to come.

  With a low moan, I let myself go. I clasp her even tighter and hold her still while I lose myself inside her.

  It’s bliss.

  She leaves me breathless and shaking, sensitive to the slightest touch. It’s better than it’s ever felt with anyone, like every part of me is going into her. Sweaty, smiling, panting with happiness, she looks back at me again with a self-satisfied smile on her face.

  “How’s that for a good girl?”

  “Not bad,” I say.

  “Not bad?” She sits up and slides off me. “Excuse me? Not bad?”

  She looks incredible standing there, chest heaving and face glowing. Just knowing I’ve claimed her makes my chest swell.

  “You can’t judge it just on a first time,” I answer, standing up, grinning.

  I take her by the hand. Looking at her like this is making me hard all over again. She doesn’t know what she’s in for.

  “Where are we going?” she says.

  “To shower,” I answer. “Then, to bed. Then we’ll see how dirty you can get.”

  “I have work in the morning, you know,” she says. But she doesn’t pull her hand back.

  She’s mine, now.

  I lead her into the bathroom and start the shower. She steps inside and lets out a little yelp and then fumbles with the shower knob to turn the water warmer. Then she reaches out and pulls me into the shower with her.

  “I’ll go easy on you,” I say.

  “Promise?”

  “Darling, if you believed that, you’ve got a lot to learn about a guy like me.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Jessica

  I wake up to my alarm and hunt to shut it off before before it wakes Preacher. I think I catch it in time and then struggle to my feet. He sleeps beside me, chest filling with air and deflating in great sighs and occasional snores.

  How does a man who’s been through what he’s been through manage to have so much energy?

  He said he was going to go easy.

  He lied.

  Oh gosh, did he lie.

  In the best way.

  I’m beaming as I stand up and stretch, my body still glowing from the night before.

  I look down at him. He’s a mass of muscles and tattoos and a few scars. Life hasn’t been easy to him. He’s a hard man, he’s lived violence and done scary things, no doubt. But I see the good inside him. And I see hints of the secrets he’s keeping, and the connections he’s got to the men who killed my father.

  Getting to know him will be fun and satisfying. Not just in having a relationship with a man who isn’t afraid to be straightforward, to act and think and have sex like a man instead of dancing around his physical needs and desires like it’s some sort of game.

  One of his blue eyes peeks open. They’re so bright they almost look silver. He grins like he knows what I’m thinking and sits up and pushes a few stray strands of his dark hair back from his face.

  “Sleep well?” he says, in a way that’s both a question and not a question. He knows I didn’t sleep much — neither did he — but what sleep I did catch was some of the deepest sleep I’ve ever had.

  “Not bad,” I say.

  “Not bad?” he says, raising an eyebrow. “How many screaming orgasms do you need to have before you sleep well?”

  “I slept fine,” I laugh. “And sorry for waking you.”

  He shrugs. “Not a problem. I was planning to get up around this time anyways.”

  “Oh?”

  “You look hot when you’re getting ready in the morning. I wanted to watch.”

  I blush. “Thanks.”

  “It’s just the truth,” he says with a shrug.

  My blush deepens. Then fades as I catch a look at the clock on my rickety nightstand and realize I don’t have much time to both get ready for work and check Preacher’s bandages. I race to the bathroom and grab my med supplies from under the sink.

 
“You’re going to take it easier today, right?” I say to him as I unwind the bandage, change the gauze, and apply some antibiotic salve. “I saw you did something to fix my door yesterday — I noticed I didn’t need to jiggle it to get in — and, I appreciate it, but you really need to get some rest. Also… do I want to know how you got the super to get you the stuff to fix it? I’ve been bugging him about that for weeks.”

  Preacher coughs, and shrugs slightly. “I didn’t bother the super about it. I was here when your neighbor Stephen tried to break in to help himself to some of your clothes. He learned his lesson. I went out for a bit on some business, and came back and fixed your door. You can’t have a security problem like that.”

  It doesn’t bother me that much that he got rough with Stephen. I’m kind of glad I won’t have to deal with him being a creep anymore.

  “How’d you get the money for any of that? And what do you mean you went out on some business? You shouldn’t be doing any of this. You should be resting.”

  His eyes narrow. “Stephen gave me his wallet as an apology. And I went out to hunt for the rest of my club. I can’t sit around doing nothing.”

  I’ve long since stopped working on his bandages. He’s healing fine, obviously much better than I thought if he’s able to rob my neighbors.

  “Did you find anything?”

  “The odds that they’re dead seem to get greater each day,” he says casually, like he’s not talking about his friends and family dying. I know he’s hiding his worry from me. I can see it in his eyes. “When you get back today, I’m going to need a ride. I’ve got some stuff to take care of.”

  Things feel like they’ve palpably changed between us after last night, like I’ve gone from caretaker to accomplice. It’s jarring and I feel myself hesitating, but then he smiles at me and I feel myself buoyed by his confidence. He brushes my cheek.

  “It’ll be fine, Jess. It’s nothing dangerous. Just trust me.”

  I nod and exhale. “Okay.”

  * * * * *

  I pace through work in an anxiety-laden daze. Twice, I nearly make a ‘holy shit’ level mistake and owe it to Cassie that I don’t get myself fired. But I make it through the day and get home to Preacher pacing back and forth in my living room. It takes me fifteen minutes to eat a dinner of cereal, take a shower, change, and find the can of pepper spray that my mom gave me when she learned I was moving back to Reno, before we leave.