Hunter (The Untouchables MC 6)

Suddenly, Hunter was beside me again, slipping an arm around me possessively and pressing a kiss to my neck.

“Ready to go?”

I nodded happily, knowing my pleasant evening was about to get to a whole other level of fun. He whispered something filthy in my ear after we said our goodbyes and headed out to the car he’d borrowed.

“Let’s pull over and have a preview for later.”

“Hunter, we can’t do that in your friend’s car!” I said, shocked by how horny he always seemed to be for me.

“It’s not a loaner,” he said, checking to make sure I was buckled in. “I bought it last week.”

I stared at him in awe.

“Wait, what?”

“I needed something nice to drive you around in.”

“But it’s . . .” I stared around the car. It was a luxury brand SUV. We didn’t exactly live in a fancy neighborhood, although the property values were going up. “I thought you were a security guard.”

He laughed.

“No, honey, I am a bodyguard and security expert. I get paid well. And I do a lot of carpentry on the side.”

He gave me a sideways glance before pulling out onto the road.

“You don’t ever have to worry about having enough money again.”

He drove me home after I blushed again at the thought of a roadside quickie. But he didn’t waste time once we were in the front door. I found myself on my back, and naked, in less than thirty seconds.

But I wasn’t complaining.

It was pretty much the best day of my life.

Chapter Thirty-Five

Cynthia

“Where are the kids?” was my husband’s first question after storming through the door and kissing the heck out of me. I giggled as he pressed his big, hard body to mine. One kiss and the man already had a spectacular boner despite the fact that he was well past middle age.

Not that you would know it, other than the pure white color of his hair.

“Not here,” I whispered as his eyes lit up. “They’re with Auntie.”

“Remind me to buy Clarice a new pair of stilettos,” he said in his deep voice. It got even lower and gravellier when he was turned on, which was often.

“She’d like that. She crowed for weeks over the last pair you got her.” I giggled as he lifted me up and carried me toward the bedroom. I snaked my arms around his neck, loving the feel of his long silver hair against my skin. The striking white of his locks was dramatic against the tan of his skin, never mind the faded ink that peeked out from under the collar of his leather jacket.

Yum.

Yeah, my man pretty much looked like a movie star. My movie star.

“How many women hit on you when you were on the road?” I teased. Women were always throwing themselves at my man. I didn’t worry about it for a heartbeat. Preacher gave me a stern look in response to my teasing.

“I didn’t even see any women. There were only men.”

“Oh, really? Half the world disappeared while you were visiting the boys?”

“Too much talking,” he said, setting me on my feet next to the bed. “Not enough fucking.”

Well, I had to admit that he had a very good point there.

He pounced, yanking me against him for another searingly hot kiss. I felt his hands busily unbuttoning my shirt before it was roughly shoved off my shoulders, tearing a button away in the process. He did that a lot, but I didn’t mind. I had a jar full of buttons handy for just that reason. Then my bra was unclasped. He tore his mouth away from mine and latched onto a nipple, making these crazy sexy sounds of enjoyment deep in his throat. His hands found my hips and held me still as he undid my jeans and started sliding them down.

I was wearing cute little panties with blue flowers and a white lace trim. There was a matching T-shirt bra, but that was already on the floor. Preacher had bought them for me. He knew I didn’t like to spend tons of money on clothing, but he insisted on buying me sexy little things to wear under my worn-in jeans and secondhand button-down shirts all the same.

As a result, I had lots of lingerie, from crazy fancy lace stuff all the way from France to the cute cotton ones I wore from day to day.

He left the panties on just long enough to lift me and put me on the bed. Then he was pulling my legs apart and yanking my panties to the side so he could smooth his tongue all over my pussy lips.

My hands were on his shoulders, squeezing as he started in on my clit, flipping his tongue against it fast and hard as he eased a finger inside me. He always took the time to prepare me, even now. His cock was abnormally large—a weapon, really—but he managed to never hurt me with it. Not even that first night, which had been a little bit . . . excessive, to say the least.