Page 134 of Preacher Man

"Mmhm." She agreed. "Let's go, then. I recall some mouth worshiping being promised." That smile hit him in the dick. He groaned, head dropped to her forehead.

This woman was going to kill him with lust.

Her hand in his, Preacher grabbed the attention of the two prospects by whistling. "Yo, prospect." Voice raised and the one in question pointed to himself. "Yes, get over here a minute."

Ruby's hand tightened in his.

Poor nervous baby. He'd squeeze her ass reassuringly if he could reach around her without dropping her hand.

The kid, probably in his mid-twenties, dark brown shaggy hair held back with a black and white bandana like he was fucking Rambo sauntered over, dressed simply in dark jeans, a fitted t-shirt and the plain black leather vest withProspectembossed on the back. If he was not mistaken this was one of Grinder's, his boy had sponsored him, so Preacher took that as the kid was solid.

"You needed me for something, Preacher? I have some time before the boss wants me on a pickup with Lawless."

"Yep. I do. Come with me, prospect."

Glancing sideways at Ruby, making sure his lady was still on the same page, her motherfucking eyes caught him, held, and she smiled that sexy as shit smile she always gave him.

Down the corridor, the prospect trailing behind, he stopped outside of his room, he unlocked the door, gave his eyes to Ruby. "You head on in, beautiful, I won't be a minute." Her gaze flicked to the kid and Preacher swore if she saw a tiny lick of interest in her brown eyes he would have called the whole thing off, but instead it was curiosity, maybe a little shy before she nodded and went in closing the door behind her.

Only then did he speak. "Now I want you to listen and listen up good, Slider." Serious as a goddamn stroke when he got in the kid's space, not menacing, not yet anyway, depending on how this next minute went, he needed the younger man to know where he was at in this. "You see my lady in there?" Not technicallyhislady, but still, he was having those weird feelings again so he went with it because right now she wasn't belonging to anyone else while she wanted his dick and Preacher was all about the nine-tenths of the law. "She wants something and I want you to help me deliver it."

"Like a gift?" Slider asked. Preacher grinned slickly. Well, he could call his dick a gift, she begged often enough for it, maybe that's what Santa felt like.

"Sure, and I'm about giving it to her, right? You see, she wants an audience and you're the lucky lad who gets to be that audience."

"Audience?" A second went by. But then... "Oh, shit, really? You mean...damn, man. Seriously, wow." Slider grinned, rocked back on his heels and whistled rubbing at his jaw.

"It means I'm going to fuck her and we want you to watch. You down for that? Now don't be jumping ahead with your tiny pickle and thinking I'm going to tag you in. That won't be happening, it's simply eyes-only deal, she's mine and your sticky fingers won't be laying a touch on her."

"Yeah, yeah, I feel you, Preacher. Shit, she really gonna let you? I mean, usually chicks aren't down for that kinky shit are they?"

Ruby was one of a kind. He smiled to himself. Lucky fucker.

"Are you in, kid?"

"Shiiiiit." Slider scrubbed at his stubble again and looked towards the door as if he could already see Ruby naked and he was liking what he saw.

Little bonehead. Preacher almost took a step forward to clean his clock with a very large fist. Reining in his possessiveness. Nah, he couldn't punch his lights out, that would defeat the object of this thing, Slider was going to be looking his fill at Ruby.

"Yeah, yeah. I can do this for you. I mean, she's sexy as all get out and----"

"Eyes fucking only, prospect." Preacher growled his warning. Slider backed up.

"Yeah, I got it. No hands whatsoever."

"A toe even comes close to her, prospect, and I'll cut it off along with your wang and feed it to the dogs."

The prospect laughed not entirely sure Preacher meant it.

He meant it alright.

"You got dogs?"

"Nope. Make a reminder for me to get some bastard mean-as-fuck big toothed dogs. Rottweilers, they'd eat your skin and bones."

Slider snorted. "Lemme just go tell Tag I got stuff to do and grab a beer."

Preacher stopped him with a hand on his chest. "You don't say a word of this, Slider, you hearing me?"