Page 23 of Preacher's Property

“Jordyn!” I cling to him as my body gets hit with the pulsing current. Fire runs through my nerves. My knees are shaking. My pulse is racing. I don’t understand how it’s always so intense with him. The kisses… the orgasms… I feel them all the way in my soul. An explosion of all my senses.

“That’s my good girl. Now, let’s go inside and discuss the terms of the bet over dinner.”

He scoops me up one-handed, picking up the takeout bag with his other, and he takes us into the living room, placing me on the sofa.

“Got you your favorite.” He reaches into the bag and pulls out a white take-out box. “Sweet and sour chicken with fried rice.”

“Oh, I love you.”

Oops. My hand flies over my mouth and I can feel the embarrassment creeping into my cheeks.

“No need to be alarmed, babe. I knew what you meant. But hearing those words from your lips one day is what I’m aiming for. Which brings me to the terms of our bet. If I keep my dick out of your hungry pussy’s reach”—he winks—“you’re mine. We move forward. No rules. No resistance. No walls keeping me out.” Oh God, I want him to win. I want him to win more than anything. “Now, do we have a deal?”

“What do I get if I win?” I don’t want anything other than him. I’m realizing it more and more with every moment I spend with him. I want him to be the one.

“It’s not going to happen, but go ahead, state your stakes.”

“You take me on an all-expenses-paid two-week European vacation.”

“Deal.” He smirks like he would do that anyway. “Now, eat up so you can straddle my waist and rub one out on me.”

I nearly choke on my saliva, trying to swallow as my body gets all flustered again. “We’re supposed to be using this time wisely.” I point him with a look.

“We absolutely will. You can tell me all about what you want our future to look like while you’re dry fucking the hell out of me.”

I can’t even swallow, let alone eat my dinner. I want to put my chopsticks down and climb onto him now. It’s impossible to be around him and not think about sex.

“Tell me something no one knows about you,” I state, desperate for a distraction.

“Hmm…” He takes a bite, thinking on his response. When he gives me an answer, I know I’m in love with him. “My mother loved kittens.” He smirks. Every time he talks about her, his face lights up. “She used to rescue them from the streets and nurse them back to health before finding them their perfect home. But during her cancer treatment, my father was worried about germs and didn’t want any pets in the house. So, every day when he’d go to the church, I’d sneak a kitten in for my mom to cuddle with. I think those hours of laughter and cuddles kept her with us for longer than she was supposed to be. She was so happy.”

He is such a loving man.

“You’re a good man, Jordyn. I hope you know that.”

Those amber eyes shift, the orange flecks burning soft and low, like the low flames of a fire. Warmth spreads from the lookhe’s giving me, melting my insides. I am definitely in love with him. But this love feels different than the kind of love I had with Dusty. It feels deeper. So much deeper.

“Hope you know I’m winning this bet.” He grins. “You’re going to be mine, baby. There ain’t a question about it.”

There is no question. I already am his.

13

Preacher

Seven weeks, three days, and twenty thousand and four hundred seconds. I’m so close to winning the bet, yet three and a half days feels like a fucking eternity. I toss and turn, feeling as if my nerves are going to claw out of my skin. I’m breaking out into a sweat. My pulse rapidly increasing as I think of my girl sleeping in the next room. Her curvy body tucked under the blankets. Those little black panties clinging to her folds.

I rise out of bed and storm from the room, stopping right in front of her closed door. I know she’s sound asleep. It’s one o’clock in the morning. I tucked her in hours ago. Kissed her until she came on my fingers, then I watched her drift to sleep before I went and fisted myself nearly raw.

It’s not the same as if I were jerking off with my tongue between her legs. I miss her taste. Her smell. I miss the way she quivers on my lips as she claws the sheets. I reach for the handleof her door, turning slowly. I just need a peek. One scent of that sweet pussy is all I need. She’s sound asleep and will never know.

I tiptoe slowly across the floor, trying to dodge all her landmines on the floor. I don’t want to wake her. I just want to hold my nose against her panties as I stroke myself off.

I lift her down comforter from the bottom of her bed and slowly crawl my way under. Her body rocks as the bed shifts with my weight. I pause as she stirs, turning onto her back, her legs spread. That’s the perfect position. Allows me to put my head right between those thighs.

Damn, she smells good. That spicy sweetness makes my mouth water. I run my nose along her panties and my cock draws tighter. One taste and I might spew my spunk. Even in her sleep, she’s wet for me. I brush against her clit to feel if it’s swollen, and she’s completely engorged. My little baby needs to be touched. I press my lips down and rub back and forth, fighting back my groan. I’m gonna give her a real good dream.

Her hips start to squirm, making me wonder if she’s awake. I think she’d be questioning me with that fiery little attitude if she were. Unable to resist, I suction around her engorged clit and give it a good suck. Cum spills from the end of my dick, smearing in my pants. If I wrapped my fist around it, I’d come. I keep nursing her like I’m sucking on a pacifier, soothing the need that’s been building for nearly two months. I’m so close to the finish line and I’m cracking. I’m not supposed to give her oral sex, but everything in me wants to slide my tongue under her panties and lick her clean. I want to thrust inside her and feel how tight she is. The girl was a dream on my cock.