“Good little flower, blooming just for me.” I hum, and he thrusts faster, choking me. “Open up for me. There’s my girl.” Driving home, he stills, pressing down on my head to keep me with him.
Eyes tearing, I breathe through my nose. He pulls out and pushes two fingers in my mouth.
“Suck.”
I suckle them as our eyes lock.
“So good for me. Are you ready for me to fill that needy, little cunt dripping onto the floor?”
I nod my head as I nip at his fingertips. Laughing, he removes them and helps me to my feet and into his arms. I squeak as he manhandles me as If I weigh nothing. Our lips latch, and I bury my fingers into his hair as I grind against his cock. He bites at my mouth, then growls in my ear as he carries us to the bedroom we’ve shared since our arrival. After entering the bedroom, he tosses me onto the bed and jumps onto the mattress beside me, making me laugh. Rolling over, he rises to his knees and pins me with dark eyes full of sin.
“Come here, love.” Pulling my back to his front, he wraps his hand around my neck, guiding my lips to his as he slips his cock between my sodden lips.
Our tongues tangle as he glides back and forth, teasing my clit on every pass. I moan into his mouth, widening my stance to increase the friction. He flicks his lips over my tongue. “I’m going to split you wide open now, Flower. You ready?”
I bite my lip, throbbing in anticipation of his cock. “Yes.”
“Then guide me home.”
Reaching down between my legs, I lead him to my entrance, whimpering when his fat head pushes inside, stealing my breath as he spreads me wide. He pulls out, then drives in, again and again, working his way deep. Stretching and filling, he pushes to the hilt, and I swear I can feel his cock all the way in my stomach.
“You look so good impaled on me, Flower. You like that?”
“Yes. Full,” I rasp. “So full.”
“Get used to it because this,” he nips my neck, “is mine.”
I flex around him, moaning when he twitches inside of me.
“That’s it. Open those petals and take me deep.”
Creaming, I quiver as spirals of pleasure travel through my pussy. Shit. Just like that. He drives in a steady pace that slowly drives me out of my mind.
“More.” The pressure builds, and I rock back against him, tightening around his girth. “Harder. Please.” Our bodies slap together as he slams inside of me.
His hand wraps around the base of my throat, holding me in place as he pistons inside of me.
“Take it for me, Flower.”
My eyes roll back into my head as I reach the pentacle, tumbling into bliss as he floods me with his heat.
* * *
Sex tended to complicate things, but seeing Preacher’s face relaxed in sleep and being pressed against his back now as he steers the metal beast beneath us on the road, I’m at peace. Nothing about my current situation is easy, but having him at my side, looking out for me, gives me some comfort. My body aches in the best possible way, and the vibration of the black-on-black Harley teases my newly awakened libido into wakefulness. I take the curves with him, enjoying the feel of the wind moving across my body as I watch the colors fade from green to beige as we head back toward the city.
I try not to think about all the jobs I’ve missed or how many messages will await me once I’m home. I won’t endanger anyone by making contact. The RRR has a surprising amount of reach. It doesn’t take rocket science to see they’re trying to take the Sinners’ spot in the city. They’ve established themselves over the years and have friends in the right spaces. The RRR MC is newer and hungry for power. It’s made them rabid.
I wonder what the catalyst might be for this big leap, but I know better than to ask. I press my cheek against his shoulder as the highway yields to the street, and we grow closer to the one place I’m dreading entering. Even with the full-face helmet, I feel exposed as people crowd around us. My hackles rise, and I force myself to breathe normally as we pull onto Sixth Street and follow it down Newson Street. The large building looms ahead of me, and I can’t help but feel like I’m going to the gallows.
With the police hungry for a conviction and Flint and his cronies combing the city for me, I’m in the crosshairs of powerful people. We pull into the parking lot, and I put on my game face as I prepare to recall the event still haunting my dreams. I climb off, numb and wary, as he follows me. Seeing him in a plain leather jacket instead of his cut and slacks is strange. This is Edmund, a law-abiding citizen, not Preacher.
I want to hold his hands, but I know it might raise eyebrows at the station. Instead, I shove my hands in my pockets and walk beside him, resisting the urge to pull my ball cap down over my face. Swallowing nervously, I walk to the front desk. “I’d like to speak to Detective Byer about a case.”
“He’s out.”
“What?” I ask, thrown off.
“He got called away on an investigation. Do you want to come back another day?”