She let go of his hand and pressed her palmagainst his crotch, rubbing gently and smiling when she felt him harden. “WhatI want, is to go into my bedroom and practice my blowjob skills again.”
The look on his face suggested that hemight actually argue with her. She gave him a light squeeze and leaned forwardto lick a slow path up his thick neck to his ear. She sucked on his earlobe,her hand still circling over his dick. “Don’t you want my mouth again, Simon?”
He groaned, and she squeaked in surprisewhen he stood abruptly and pulled her to her feet. “Actually, I think it’s myturn to eat your pussy. You got a problem with that, Miss Moore?”
She grinned and followed him eagerly towardthe bedroom. “No problem at all, Mr. Preacher.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Preacher climbed off his bike and slippedoff his helmet. He ran a hand through his hair, groaning inwardly when Gideon’sSUV pulled into the empty space in the street in front of his bike. He glancedat Addison’s apartment building before walking to the driver’s side of Gideon’svehicle.
Gideon was wearing his sheriff’s vest and asWanda’s voice crackled over the radio, he turned it down. “Hey, buddy.”
“Hey,” Preacher said. “What are you doinghere?”
“Just doing my rounds through town,” hesaid. “The better question is – what are you doing here?”
“You know what I’m doing here,” Preachersaid.
“Yeah, the same thing you were doing herelast night and the night before,” Gideon said.
Preacher brushed imaginary dirt off thefront of his leather vest. “When did you start being a such a creeper?”
Gideon grinned. “I was just doing my job,until I saw your bike here Tuesday night. That got me curious, so I drove bylast night during my shift. I thought it was a once a week thing with you two.”
“You done telling me where I was last night?”
“I’m working the night shift this week,”Gideon said.
“I know.”
“I drove by here at four this morning andyour bike was still parked on the street. You spent the night with Addie.”
“Nice work, detective. You’ve cracked thecase.”
“God, you’re a fucking ass when you want tobe,” Gideon said. “Since when did you spend the night at a woman’s house,Preacher?”
Since he couldn’t get enough of Addison orher soft sweetness. Hecouldhave left last night. It was only tenwhen he was finished making her come on his mouth and his cock. But Addison’sbed was comfortable, and she had already fallen asleep against him and it was justfucking easier to stay the night.
You also wanted to give her the chanceto tell you what was wrong this morning. Admit it.
No, he didn’t. If Addison didn’t want toconfide in him, so what? It wasn’t that kind of relationship and he should befucking happy she wasn’t sharing every goddamn detail of her life with him.
It didn’t matter anyway. Addison was quieterthan usual this morning, but she still hadn’t told him about selling herwedding dress. Honestly, she’d looked a little on the tired side and she’d hada rasp in her throat.
She looked exhausted. Probably because youwoke her up at three and then at five for sex again. Jesus Christ, it’s awonder she can even fucking walk.
Guilt trickled through him. Addison didseem sore this morning. He’d seen her rubbing her thighs after her shower and she’dwinced when she sat down on the bed. He’d immediately nixed his plan to fuck heragain before he had to leave for work.
“I stayed the night because I was tired,”Preacher said. “Stop reading into shit that isn’t there. And stop stalking melike a fucking weirdo.”
“Never,” Gideon said. “I gotta make sure mypookie-bear is safe.”
“Jesus, I fucking hate you today,” Preachersaid.
Gideon laughed before sobering. “Be careful,Simon. You have a good life here and I don’t want it destroyed because AddisonMoore breaks your heart.”
A city bus pulled up at the bus stop acrossthe street, the sound of its engine and brakes giving Preacher a reason not toanswer Gideon. The bus pulled away and Addison, looking even worse than this morning,trudged across the street. She twitched in surprise when she saw Preacher andGideon, slowing to a stop in the middle of the street before joining them.