Page 24 of Preacher's Property

She lets out a low moan, and I’m not sure whether she’s in a dream state or she’s just letting me bend the rules. I draw on her tighter, wanting to take her over the edge. I want her to scream for me in her sleep.

“Preacher!”

Her gasp has me tensing. If she tries to stop me right now, I’m throwing in the fucking towel. I need her to fucking come. Whether I win the bet or not, the girl is mine. It’s already been determined. I’m so goddamn in love with her, there’s no way I’d ever let her walk away from me.

Her hand is suddenly in my hair and I’m certain she’s going to tug me off.

“I’m right there.” Her grip tightens, holding me to her, and my dick sighs in relief letting more of my spunk fill my drawers.

“Need a real fucking taste, babe.”

I yank her panties to the side and groan when her honey hits my tongue. Damn, she really is swollen. I run my tongue over her, rubbing up and down—getting myself more worked up. She thrusts up to meet my mouth, and I suction down, burying my lips, feeling her start to quiver against me.

“Jordyn! That’s it.”

Just hearing my given name makes my dick crazy. I fuck my hips into the sheets as she gets off. It’s not enough. But I’m so fucking tired of fisting my dick. I need inside her body. That’s it.

I climb out from under the covers and toss them aside.

“Fucking need you, baby.” I tear her panties off.

Her eyes fly open. “No! You can’t. It’s not over. You still have three more days.”

I shake my head, working down my joggers. “Don’t fucking care about the bet. I’ll take you wherever you want to go.” Was planning on doing it anyway.

“No. You’re going to ruin everything.” She shifts back, moving away from me.

“What am I ruining?” I’m going to make things between us so much better.

“I want to mean more to you than just sex.”

Is she fucking kidding me? I’ve been following her ass around like a goddamn puppy for the last two months. I’ve been showingher every day what she means to me. How can she even think that this is just about sex? If that was the fucking case, I would’ve fucked her ass by now. The only reason I managed to hold out for as long as I have is because I want her to be fully healed from her ex. I want her to be ready to dive fully in with me, with both feet.

I pull my pants up and climb off the bed. I’m obviously not getting laid. Not after she just accused me of that shit.

“If you don’t know what you mean to me by now, then we already are ruined.”

I storm out of her room and go to my room to grab a shirt and my leather cut. I need to go for a ride and calm the fuck down.

When I come back into the hall, she’s blocking my path. I slide past her going to the front door.

“Where are you going?”

“Out.”

I don’t fucking understand women. Not one fucking bit.

14

Chassie

The door slams shut and it rattles in my chest.

He left.

Why did he leave?

The tears burn in my eyes. It was our first fight. I shouldn’t have even started it. I should’ve just slept with him. But I want him to win this bet. Then why didn’t I just say that? Why did I have to even say what I did. I know this isn’t just about sex. Over the last two months Preacher has proven that he’s nothing like my ex. He’s so kind and considerate. So thoughtful. And as Payton puts it, he worships the ground I walk on.