Page 16 of Forbidden Harmony

“He mad because of this?” His callusedfingers brushed against the pearls around her throat before he touched thehickey he had branded her with. Goosebumps skittered to life on her skin despitethe cloying heat.

“He hasn’t noticed it,” she whispered.

An odd look crossed his face. “His woman’sgot another man’s mark on her and he hasn’t noticed?”

She didn’t know what to say to that, so shejust clutched her phone and said, “I called Wade for a tow, but he’s got a fewother calls, so he’ll be a couple hours. He said I could leave the keys in theglovebox, but, uh, I think I’ll wait until he gets here. Just to keep an eyeon the car.”

“No one’s gonna do anything to your junkcar. C’mon, I’ll give you a ride home. You can text Wade and tell him to takethis piece of shit straight to the junkyard.”

“Oh no, that’s okay,” she said immediately.“I don’t mind waiting.”

“You’re in the middle of nowhere,” hesaid. “It’s not safe for a little thing like you to be out here all alone.”

“It’s fine,” she said. “This is HarmonyFalls, nothing bad ever happens here.”

“We both know that isn’t true.”

She flushed and stared at her phone for amoment. “Okay. If you’re sure you don’t mind?”

“I don’t,” he said.

“Okay, well, uh, thank you, Mr. Preacher.”

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Deciding to take a ride this afternoon wasturning out to be the best fucking decision of his life. Finding the littleschoolteacher stranded on the side of the road wearing a pretty green dressthat showed off her delectable thighs and clung to her perfect tits shouldn’thave made him as fucking happy as it did, but here they were.

He studied her smooth thighs, immediately transportedback to Friday night and the way they’d felt clamped around his waist. What hewouldn’t fucking give to be between those pretty thighs again.

Cool it, asshole. She’s engaged.

“Mr. Preacher?” Addison was tugging at thepearls around her neck and that image in his head, the one that always seemedto be lurking in his brain, popped up to say hello.

He’d never actually seen Addison naked butgoddamn, it was easy to imagine it. Easy to imagine what she’d look like on herknees on his bed wearing nothing but those pearls around her neck. Her firmtits bouncing, her voice moaning his name, those pearls tangled around hisfingers as he fucked her tight pussy from behind. He’d jacked off so many timesto that fantasy, it was a surprise his dick wasn’t raw. He was going throughgoddamn lube like a thirteen year old boy who’d just discovered internet porn.

“Mr. Preacher?” Addison repeated. Shesounded nervous and despite her earlier reassurance, he hated even the idea thatshe might be afraid of him.

“It’s just Preacher,” he said and stoodnext to his bike. “You ready?”

The little schoolteacher drifted closer – Christ,she smelled so fucking good. How did a woman smell that good in this heat? -and he wasn’t at all surprised when she said, “I’ve never ridden on amotorcycle before.”

She slipped her purse over her head,newsboy style. He unstrapped his extra helmet from the bike and said, “C’mere.”

“You know what,” she said with another lookat his bike. “I think I’ll just wait for Wade.”

“It’s perfectly safe,” he said.

“Did you know that a motorcyclist’s risk ofa fatal crash is thirty-five times higher than a passenger car?” Her usual lowvoice had gone up a couple of octaves.

He couldn’t help but laugh. “Nah, I didn’tknow that.”

“It’s true,” she said.

“I’m a very safe driver,” he said.

“Are you?” She bit at her bottom lip.

“Yes, Sunshine,” he said.

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