Page 132 of Preacher Man

"No." Her small voice contradicted.

Intrigued. His dirty brain practically licking his chops waiting for her to spill her secrets out on the table.

So was his dick, throbbing behind his zipper, demanding she use those fingers to grind him down and wear him out.

He waited a small amount of time with silence between them, letting her gather the courage, beautiful thing, not wanting to rush her into anything she didn't truly desire, though he felt it in his gut, his tiny dancer was the most sensually erotic woman he'd ever been with, she burned brightly in the height of her pleasure and he suspected she had hidden her true nature from everyone.

Only,hesaw.

Now more than ever he was prepared to dig to the depths of Ruby's soul to find her, to know her, to taste that part of herself she didn't tell anyone.

Because knowing she had a secret side turned him the fuck on big time.

"Tell me, beautiful." He urged.

If she took any longer he was just gonna sayscrew itand fuck her over the table, the pool table or the bar, he was easy and hard up to have her.

Her head came up, eyes pinning him as if to sayfuck you, bossy. He grinned from one side of his mouth and sat back in the booth, arm outstretched along the back. "Or we could just go back to my place and fuck," he threw in the suggestion as her out…if she wanted to take it.

"Have you ever been watched?"

His brow lifted. "Gonna need more to go on. Watched doing?"

She huffed and dragged the straw through her drink she hadn’t touched yet, favoring their shared bourbon instead. "When you fuck, screw, bang, hump, Preacher man. Has anyone ever watched you? Besides the poor woman under you, that is."

"Poor woman. Come on now, baby." He laughed since she was the current woman under him and there was nothing poor about her or what they shared together, by his last count she was streets ahead of him in screaming orgasms. "Voyeurism. That's what rings your bell, tiny dancer? If someone's watched me fucking I don't know about it." Besides the old hook-ups at the club, maybe his brothers had seen him get his dick wet a time or two, but it was never deliberately. When Preacher wanted to get off he didn't make a show of it, but now…he leaned in, rested both arms on the table, he grasped his beard with one hand and took her hand with the other. "This is what you want?"

Ruby shrugged, not meeting his eyes, but then a second later she hit him with a stare so heated he was sure his jeans incinerated.

Hot damn.

That's my lady.He thought.

"I don't know. Maybe. Yes. You already know I like it rough ... consensual force. I think it'd be sexy to have someone watch me ...us... have sex. It doesn't mean I want a threesome if that's what you're into, fine, but I won't sign up for that, Preacher."

Preacher smiled, coasting a hand down his beard, back and forth. Thinking. Already five steps ahead as his mind planned.

"That's not what I want. I never was a good sharer. You about ready to close this joint?"

She nodded and slid out of the booth, collecting her purse and keys from on top of the bar, he caught her around the nape as she walked by, stopping her in her tracks, his lips brushed her forehead, then bent further to find her mouth. "Thank you for telling me, it wasn't so hard now, was it?"

He took her to her place that night and stayed until morning. He even slept a little and no nightmares.

Planning to make Ruby's fantasies come to life.

He found the woman who made his heart thud sat at the bar talking to Jed a couple of nights later after she’d worked a few hours in her tattoo room putting some ink on the silver fox himself, he reached over and slapped palms with the older member who walked off down the other end to pass the time with the club’s Queen, those two were always thick as thieves with the gossiping.

He knocked a hip against Ruby, feeling all kinds of possessive when some of his boys looked over and did that up and down look they did to women.

Little shitheads were about to lose their damn eyeballs if they kept eye-fucking her.

He glared at the smirking Snake.

That prick was off the fucking list that was for sure. He wasn’t gonna be seeing Ruby naked now or ever. Or Preacher would have to bury his good friend in the mountains. It'd be a real shame since most of the time he liked Snake, good man, handy to have at his back but damn if he'd let that swinging mouse cock drool over his lady.

Territorial as a Jack Russell, he shifted in closer to her, leaned into her ear. "You see those prospects over there?"

"Hm, what about them? Go play pool if you want to. I'm good sitting here with my rum and coke. I’m tired as hell."