Preacher (The Untouchables MC 5)

She didn’t need to say it back. Not yet. But she would. I would get her on lockdown. Soon.

I peeled off my jacket and got to work on her clothes, tugging her shoes and jeans off, then getting distracted by those plain white panties she wore. My girl was not fancy. But she didn’t need to be. She was so insanely gorgeous that it would have been like stringing diamonds on the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center. Diamonds were nice, sure, but you wouldn’t even notice them.

Just like my girl, the tree was enough on its own.

Hell, she could be wearing a bikini made out of platinum—no, titanium—and I’d find a way to tear it off with my teeth.

I doubted I would even notice anything other than her.

My mouth found those panties, too eager to even wait. I couldn’t be bothered to pull them off or take off the rest of her clothes. I tongued her through the thin cotton then pushed the fabric aside so I could feast on her perfect petals.

“Fuck, you taste good,” I growled. “Lift your hips. Give me that pussy.”

Bless her heart, she did as I asked.

I grabbed an ass cheek in each hand and went to town. I had no finesse this time. No control. Yeah, I may have just come, but I was just as wild for her as I’d been before.

Maybe even a little bit more.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to get my cock inside that pussy,” I growled as I used a finger to strum her clit. She came almost immediately. I didn’t stop my finger as I yanked my cock up and put it just inside her. “So good,” I moaned as I slid home.

I grunted as I thrust into her, hard but not fast. Her gorgeous face was dazed, her eyes heavy with desire. I shoved her shirt up and yanked down her bra.

“You know what to do. Play with those titties for me.”

She didn’t hesitate. Not like she had the first few times. Not anymore. She knew what I liked. Well, other than her.

I stared as her delicate fingers plucked at her rose dark nipples. I wasn’t going to last long. But hell, what a lunch break it had been.

My hips started to buck wildly just as my Cynthia clamped down on me. The orgasm hit me out of nowhere. I hadn’t seen it coming—literally.

“Fuck!” I hissed as my body shook helplessly, giving her what was once again a monster load of my seed. I’d never come like this in my life. Cynthia just pulled it out of me.

I kissed her face as the tremors started to fade. She gave me a sleepy, slightly sweaty smile.

“Woman, what you do to me.”

She blushed as she always did. She still wasn’t used to me or my filthy mouth. But in the heat of the moment, I knew she loved it.

I just hoped she loved me.

It was a lot to ask of the big guy. I knew that. I wasn’t all that lovable. Foul mouthed. Tatted and scarred up. Frequently drunk and inclined to partake of illegal substances. Not that I went looking for drugs, but I didn’t turn them down when they were offered. And I’d slept with far more women than the average man. Young. Old. As long as they were good looking, sassy, and willing, I’d been game.

But now? All that seemed like a joke to me. Cynthia might be too young for me, but she was an old soul. She was damn near perfect.

That was the problem. She was too perfect.

I pulled out and saw the mess I had made. I chuckled, impressed by how much baby batter I’d served up. Especially after what had happened in the kitchen. I was making more than a man half my age, and it was all because of her.

“Good thing you’re on the pill.”

She sat up and stared at me, those beautiful eyes blinking.

“I’m not on the pill.”

“What?”

“I thought you said you were shooting blanks.”

I shook my head, a glimmer of something primal in my gut. I had this crazy feeling I had just knocked her up. And I was glad about it.

I was fucking ecstatic, truth be told.

“No, darlin’, not that I know of,” I said with a wide grin. “But I think it’s a great idea.”

“What?”

“I’d fucking love to knock you up.”

“You’d what?”

“I want to put a baby in you, hellcat,” I said with a grin.

“Oh, really?”

“Yes,” I said, nodding my head earnestly. “Really.”

She stood up, grabbed her panties, and stalked past me. She paused for a hot minute. Just long enough to slap my face.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Cynthia

“Stupid. You are a stupid, stupid girl,” I said to my reflection. I splashed water at the mirror in my bathroom, unsatisfied as the drops rolled down but did nothing to obscure my face.