“You’re not going to do anything that will put you in jail, are you?”

“Would you come and visit me if I did?”

“Yes, of course, but I’ve only just gotten you. I don’t want to lose you.”

“Babe, they’ve not gotten me yet, and they never will. I’m always one step ahead of the game and always will be. This you can trust me on. I promise you, I won’t do anything to fuck it up.”

He pressed a kiss to her lips, and she moaned his name.

The sound was everything.

He had a plan for O’Klaren. Some people believed he’d forgotten what that son of a bitch did, but when it came to justice and revenge, Preacher was always one step ahead.

O’Klaren had taken too much from him.

Robin should still be pregnant, and for that, there was going to be a special kind of justice. He already had it rolling. He just needed time.

****

The following morning, Robin woke in a strange bed, only it wasn’t strange.

She turned her head to see Preacher, already wide awake.

“Were you watching me sleep?”

“Yes. You snore, you know.”

“I do not.”

“Yes, you do.”

“I do?”

“No,” he said, laughing. “You’re too cute.”

It was rare to see Preacher laughing, and she liked it.

Snuggling up close to him, she felt strange. Yes, she’d had sex, and she remembered it. There was a pleasant feeling between her legs, and it only served to remind her of last night and the multiple orgasms Preacher had given her.

“This is nice and weird,” she said, touching his chest. “I wonder if I’ll ever get used to touching you.”

“Why is it weird to touch me?”

“You’re Preacher. Leader of one of the most feared biker clubs, my best friend’s dad, and, like, scary as hell.”

“Do I scare you?”

“All the time.”

“Good.” He pressed a kiss to her lips. “I like to scare.” He pushed her to the bed, and she held him tightly, feeling her arousal spike as he spread her legs open by moving between them. “Tell me to stop.”

“No.”

“You know I’ve got a lot of time to make up for?”

“Me too,” she said. “I’ve never fooled around, or had sex in strange places.”

“Strange places?” he asked.

“You know, the back of a car. Against a tree. In a bathroom.”

He snorted. “Believe me, there are some weird places.”

“What about your office?” She smiled at his shock. “Is that a weird place?”

“No, but now I’d like to see you over my desk. Every single time I’m there, I’ll be reminded just what you were willing to do.” He brushed some hair off her shoulder. “How was last night? Are you sore?”