Preacher (The Untouchables MC 5)

Was it just me, or does his cock look even bigger than usual?

“What . . .” I trailed off, transfixed. I wasn’t sure what I was going to say. I wasn’t sure of anything.

“We are going to talk.”

“Talk?”

He nodded slowly, starting toward the bed.

“I am going to talk and you are going to listen. We are going to be making decisions. Lasting decisions. Lifelong decisions.”

“We . . . are?”

“Yes. And we are going to stay here, in this cabin, for as long as it takes.”

“Oh.”

“I don’t care if it takes weeks to convince you. I don’t care if it takes years.”

“Convince me?”

He nodded, steely determination in his cold blue eyes.

“That you belong with me. Once and for all. That you belong to me.”

I scooted back as he climbed onto the bed.

“People don’t belong to people, Preacher. Not really.”

“Oh, yes, they fucking do,” he snarled, grabbing one leg and holding something up in the air. Something I had failed to notice.

Scissors.

Preacher had scissors.

I knew what happened next.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Preacher

“I’m going to ask you again . . .”

I rubbed the tip of my cock over Cynthia’s juicy pussy lips, teasing her with the promise of release. She was craving pressure and rhythm. Anything, really.

But I wasn’t giving it to her.

I couldn’t. No matter how badly I wanted to.

Because I wanted her to be my wife more.

I’d never really wanted anything other than freedom before. A juicy steak or the satisfying crack of opening a new tequila bottle, maybe. The roar of the wind when my motor was running clean and hot. But nothing like this. Not the way I needed this woman, all the way down in my bones.

I had to focus. I had to stay strong. I had to make her beg. Not just for my cock, which she was already doing. I needed her to beg me to keep her, claim her, make her mine without a shadow of a doubt.

For-fucking-ever.

“Who do you belong to?” I asked, using my cock to tease her clit. She moaned incoherently, and I pulled the bandana out of her mouth. “Cynthia,” I breathed, tugging on a nipple, “do you have something to say to me?”

“Please . . .”

“Please what?”

“Please stop teasing me!”

“I need an answer. And I need you in a state where I know you are telling the truth.”

“I never lied to you!”

“Yes, you did. You lied to us both when we first met.”

Her eyes got wide and she looked away.

“That was different.”

“You wanted me from the start. Didn’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispered, still not looking at me.

“Why did you meet with Zach?” I asked, moving lower to sit between her legs. I let my fingertips graze her inner thighs. Up and down, not quite touching her petals. She shivered and moaned, making me smile. “Tell me.”

“He wanted to give back. He’s a good . . . mmm . . . role model.”

Well, fuck. I mean, I couldn’t really argue with that, now could I? The guy had gotten out and made it big. But he was trying to poach my woman, dammit!

“Why else?”

“Because for the first time . . . oh, God, please.”

“For the first time, what?”

“For the first time, I realized I was . . .” She was breathing fast, but her eyes were clear. “Over him. Really over him.”

I stared at her, my fingertips still.

“Why are you over him?”

“Because.” She inhaled shakily. “I’m in love with you. You wiped everything else away. I agreed to meet him because he couldn’t hurt me anymore.”

That did it. That was what I needed to hear. I was on top of her, kissing her as my cock unerringly found its way to her slick pussy. I twisted my hips, and my shaft notched itself inside her. With a sigh, I slid in, both of us heaving a deep sigh of relief.

I hadn’t just been torturing her. I’d been torturing myself. But it was worth it to hear those three little words.

“You belong to me,” I growled, fucking her deep and hard. I went from zero to sixty, but it couldn’t be helped. This wasn’t just sex. This was me claiming her, once and for all.

“Yes.”

“I belong to you.”

“Yes, Preacher. Yes.”

She was close to coming already, after just a few thrusts. I realized I was, too. I stopped moving to stare down at her. I wanted to make this moment last. I brushed the hair away from her face with my hands.

We stared into each other’s eyes.

“You are going to marry me.”

“I will.”

“Fuck, woman, I love you so damn much.”

“I fucking love you, too.”

I started to laugh with pure joy at her words, but her pussy squeezed me mid-laugh. I cursed and gripped her hips, unable to keep still any longer. She was a wild woman underneath me as I rode her to an epic, shuddering, never-ending finish. We climaxed together and stayed that way, as close as we could get, until the tremors passed.