Page 128 of Preacher Man

“Now we know where you learned it from,” Preacher smirked and went on. “See, I was an early starter with the ladies.”

“Shocker.”

“But I didn’t have Shane’s game, not then. But I wanted one of his girls, she was gorgeous, had real nice tits as I recall and was mysteriously older. Anyway, so I seduced her, she gave me my first blowjob.

Shane beat ten bells of shite out of me when he found out,” the memory brought a grin to his craggy face, he settled into it, let the images play out, damn, that had been a wild summer of discovery, Mel…nah, Marnie, maybe? Yeah, Marnie sounded right, she had an expert tongue on her and he’d fancied himself in love for all of five minutes.

“Then while I was bloodied he told me you don’t steal women from each other and he would have given her to me had I told him I liked her.”

Ruby laughed, pressing her forehead to his arm. She wore her usual vanilla scent, she was conditioning him to get hard every time he fucking smelled it.

“Nice brother. Chauvinistic, but nice.”

They were silent for a few minutes.

“I feel fucking ancient some days,” he admitted lying his head back on the couch.

“What are you, forty-five, fifty?” The light in her eyes was the only indication she was joking or Preacher was going to put her over his knee and wallop fifty fucking spanks on her gorgeous ass.

“Nearly. Thirty-three, recently actually.”

“We should get a cake.”

“Is that so?”

“Absolutely. It was the only good thing my mom ever did, she said we always needed a cake for birthdays and no matter how stoned she was, we had cake on our birthday. No presents, but still, a cake. It was nice. Always buttercream frosting. Rita liked that hard icing kind, me, I liked the frosting.”

“Damn, baby.” His chest ached for another reason, to picture a smaller Ruby with no one to make her birthday special. Leaning over, he kissed her forehead, knew he’d embarrassed her when she roughed his shoulder with hers. He’d get her ten cakes every birthday.

“Ancient history.” The smile didn’t reach her eyes. She tried to pull her fingers away and he wouldn’t let her, instead, he brought them to his lips, nibbled along her index finger. “So, cake?” she prompted.

“Sure. Not much of a sweet eater though, but I'll feed you the cake. After I’m done fucking you.”

“Cake is my reward?”

“The fucking orgasms I’ll make you shake with are your reward, Rubes. Cake is a bonus.”

“Wildman promising cake and sex.”

“Sex first. And I used to be wild, beautiful, didn’t you hear that girlfriend stealing story?”

Ruby scoffed, he arched a brow over her knuckles he was still nibbling on. Her skin was the best flavor; salt, tart, sweet, fucking addicting.

“Usedto be wild? Preacher man, you were banging anything in a skirt just a few short weeks ago.”

“I’m a changed man.” His smirk wicked, promising more than cake and orgasms that was for sure.

“Mmhm, of course, you are. A pervert doesn’t change his kinky spots.”

“Beautiful, that little darling you have between your legs, probably not encased in underwear and I don’t even want to know right now or it’ll drive me fucking nuts, is all the sweetness I want. You sick of me already?”

She chewed on her lip, met his gaze head on. He loved when she did that, no avoiding the emotions on her face, clear as day. “I think you have a few more turns in you, old man. I mean, Preacher man.”

Sassy girl.He bit gently into her palm, her gasp was his green light to flick his tongue after it. He wanted to be licking more than her hand.

Something sweeter he was damn addicted to swallowing, feeling it bloom and swell against his tongue until she gushed her pleasure down his throat. She did wonders for taking his mind off the bad and focusing the good.

He was doing the same as he used to when his PTSD was at its worst, he could feel it in his gut, in his head, he was hiding behind any good thing he could get his hands on; sex and booze. Never drugs, but he’d thought about it on dark lonely days when he couldn’t see the end in sight, he’d sat and thought about it.