Page 105 of Preacher Man

Why was she filled with sudden euphoria? It flooded her veins, shot down between her legs, and made her smile.

“Don’t fucking smile at me, beautiful. I’m angry as fuck at you,” he told her, putting his face dead center of hers so they were nose to nose.

She couldn’t help it. She smiled.

“You don’t look angry.”

“Well, I fucking am.”

******

Preacher was breathing through his nose. Nostrils flared scenting her arousal, she was sugar and vanilla and all sex. He dwarfed over her, glaring down at the woman who had run him a merry-fucking-dance and she was right, he wasn’t truly angry, not now, the long ride home he’d had a lot of time to think, but he wasn’t above punishing her.

His hands got really fucking busy. Pinning her in place, using his bigger body to show her what she did to him.Try and get rid of me now, if you dare, baby.

He knocked her legs wider, the sexy little skirt she wore had given him the filthiest ideas as he watched it cling to her thighs when she'd strutted out of that back room and towards him, his tiny dancer didn’t even whimper a protest. He held her in two places. A hand smashed over her mouth, the other dipped between her legs from behind.

He palmed her core, cupping her with the whole of his hand, eyes darkening when he encountered only skin. "Shit, do you ever wear underwear?" Two fingers pushed into her, stretching her muscles, her eyes squeezed shut on the offset of that fizzle of pleasure no doubt denoting her womb if her shuddering was anything to go by, making her hips curve into him, silently asking for it. He curled his fingers inside her and found her kryptonite. Goddamn, he would destroy her with this,thishe knew she’d give him.

Her body belonged to him.

The keening noise she made shot to his dick. He was hard the moment he laid eyes on her. Now listening to her enjoying herself, he became steel.

"Oh, god.” A hot tongue licked the fingers covering her mouth. “If you dare stop right now I will make it so your grandchildren regret your decision." Her threat would have meant more had it not been gasped like he was killing her. He grinned and moved his fingers a little faster. Adding a third.

"For the sake of the grandkids then, beautiful.”Ours.“Hold onto me tight, that's it, you dig those nails into my skin, mark me up, claw me deep, show me you're loving what I'm doing to you. You use teeth if you gotta because I'm not taking it easy on you, not now I know what you can give, how much you can take. You are goddamn explosive when you let go, Ruby. I won't accept anything less."

She whimpered, pressing her face into his chest, her entire body was shaking.

Fingers thrust in, hooking them right in, and then he jerked them up and down, his palm hitting her pubic bone.

"This is where you want me, isn't it? All this time, you crave it."

“God. Preacher. Give me it, stop teasing. Fuck me.” Her whisper sounded tortured. He loved it.

He laughed a dark noise because he knew the answer without her confirming it. Her body came alive for him. Even with his fingers speared inside her, she thought she had some control here by not answering him, she had none.

Silly little thing.

He moved his hand, totally removing it, much to her inhaled protest, he turned her, pressed her back against the wall, letting her feel all his hard body, see the fire he'd set in his eyes as he gazed down at her into those pools of misted over russet eyes.

So incredibly beautiful.

She was stunning.

And he was going to make her his.

Not just with sex.

In everything.

Ruby Steele was going to belong to him.

Be his old lady.

When he looked at her, that fast second before she knew he was at the bar waiting for her, he’d watched her face, fatigued and beautiful and knew this was a woman who sacrificed her own happiness and pleasure for the sake of others. He got why she had boxed herself in, a family could drain the life out of you, but he wasn’t accepting it. Oh sure, for an hour after she’d left he’d said fuck it, plenty more pussy out there. But there wasn’t another Ruby.

This woman, with her smart mouth and the saucy glint in her eyes and the ability to put even him in his place would walk through flames for those she loved. And Preacher re-reading her texts for the hundredth time had decided then and there he would become one of those lucky SOBs she cared for. He wanted to be blessed enough to earn one of her heart emoji’s knowing she absolutely meant it.