Page 133 of Preacher Man

"Nah, beautiful, nothing like that. Pick one."

"Pick one?"

He repeated. Voice even deeper. He'd been thinking of what she wanted all day and fuck if it didn't send his dick on a mission to see it happen. "Which one do you find attractive?"

Ruby laughed, assuming he was joking. He was not joking. If she felt attraction for one of the prospects, even just as a woman admiring a good-looking guy, then that bonehead was off the list as well.

"I didn't know you were the new dating app, Preacher man. Well, now, let me think and take a good look at my options, should I swipe right?"

And sure enough, she put down her drink, twirled around on her bar stool, her shoulder resting into his chest, and stared at the boys like she was going to taste test.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea when jealous thoughts began to swim, and he seriously was going to add more body counts to that shallow grave in the mountains. He could do it, he’d need a club-owned SUV first with a large bed in back for the corpses, but he could do it without anyone knowing a thing.

Preacher nipped her ear, made her laugh again as his hand slid around her waist. Possessively claiming. The feeling electrified him, nuzzling her earlobe, giving it a proprietorial bite. His heart rapidly banging, a sort of fizzle of excitement and apprehension, the feelings unknown to Preacher regarding a woman but he was willing to face them, to see where it took him. Because he wanted her, badly.

When her hand touched his arm, it was feather-light and fire hot. Her own brand.

"That dark haired one with the face fuzz is a cutie-pie. How is he even a prospect for you hard nuts? He looks like he should still be in Kindergarten. Is he even legal?"

Preacher gazed over. Right. Coop was nixed. And he got to live another day. Wasn’t he the lucky one?

"Nothing about those other two?"

"What's this all about, besides you trying to fix me up on a date?" Amusement slicked through her tone, seducing him with the lilt of laughter he wanted to suck off her tongue and make the noise turn into a moan. Preacher had the urge to rub his groin all over her and mark her.No damn dates for you, tiny dancer.

"In about five minutes, I'm going to take you to my private room and I'm going to fuck you," she inhaled and he loved that involuntary breathy sound. Fingers moved from her waist, contact unbroken, slid up the length of her spine, one knobby vertebrae at a time, feeling her ribs inflate with a swift breath, before he cupped her neck under her hair, stroking, owning, holding her steady, a glimpse of what was to come because he was a man hard up to get inside her and fuck until neither could walk afterwards.

"And one of those prospects will be sat like a good little boy, quiet as a fucking voyeur can be and watch while I make you scream,” voice dripping lust, “while I force you to take everything I give you. He'll smell your orgasms when I pin you to the bed, holding you down, Rubes, eyes all over this sin incarnate body while I worship it with my mouth, my dick, and when you beg me, ‘cause I really want you to beg me, and your legs are opened wide, pumping those skinny hips up to take me in, so impatient, you know how you get,hungry little girl, and when I sink in, really dig in, taking you deep, hitting that special place that makes you crazy, you'll know someone else besides me is seeing that, and his mouth is bone dry because you're so fucking beautiful gulping your pleasure he can't stand it."

Feeling a shiver run through her, she gripped the front of his shirt, her head rearing up so far, his fingers held the back of her neck steady. Preacher crowded her against the bar, pressing his groin into her belly, his words hadn't only affected her, he was locked and loaded.

Little by little, he was getting to know his lady, the physical aside, he admired her strength and determination, she had a biting wit under her snark which he saw for the self-preservation to protect herself from the cruelty shithead relatives who didn’t deserve her. Ruby Steele was no pushover, she didn't take his shit, called him out on it more than not, she wasn't prone to sulking or female mind games.

Besides all that, he wanted to spend a week in bed with her until his cock was dry and his voice box gone. It just never quit with wanting her.

Her shallow breaths were an indication of how she was taking the suggestion, she could say no at any time and they’d still have a good time just the two of them. He brushed a thumb over her lips. "Nothing to say, tiny dancer? it's so unlike you," he smirked.

"Are you being serious, you want one of them to...?"

"That's what you wanted, isn't it?"

"Yes. But. Here?"

"Has it made you wet, beautiful? Should I sneak my hand into your jeans and check for myself, let my fingers sink in."

"Asher." Resting her forehead on his chest he grinned, guessing already she was aroused, she got this look in her eyes when she wanted to fuck him.

"It's just a fantasy, beautiful. Don't overthink it. If you changed your mind then we'll go back there alone, just you and me. You tell me what you want."

"No." She spoke fast, paused, her fingers clutching the waist of his jeans, it was as though they were in their own little world, no one mattered in that moment as he waited for her decision. "I want to. But, I meant what I said the other day, I don't want a threesome. Ever. That's not what-----"

He pressed into her so quickly she was forced to bend her neck back to look at Preacher, seriousness across his face, his eyelids dropped to half-mast he made sure Ruby was listening very carefully when he let his head drop on his neck and spoke quietly for her ears alone. "You think I'd share you with anyone, Rube? That I'd idly stand by while someone tasted this beautiful skin, that I'd let someone else bring you to climax with their name ringing the air? No threesomes, ever," And added, "while we have this thing between us, it's just us, remember. I don't fuck anyone else, you don't fuck anyone else, that was your rule, right? I would kill a man who put his dick inside you in front of me." He would kill a man for putting his dick near her, period. But he didn’t say that.

She nodded, dreaminess in her eyes, and he dropped a kiss to her lips, nipping her right there.

Preacher rarely cared for the touchy-feely crap between a man and a woman. Maybe all the sex had muddied his brain. Things had changed between them. Not just fuck buddies but less than … what?

Oh, well. He was about to go in deeper with that shit and he couldn't care less if it screwed his system up, if he didn't get inside Ruby soon he would explode, and that wasn't gonna be pretty.