Page 37 of Preacher Man

“I asked you here. Iwantyou here, Ruby. I want you here for me, not gonna go join the fucking rabble and leave you. You getting me on this?”

“Mmhm.” Green eyes so hypnotic framed by black lashes fastened her. They were so close she could count the tiny white scars along his cheek and neck. So, close that if she went up on her tiptoes her lips would smash against his.

All in good time, Ruby.

Let’s see what wooing game the outlaw has.

Already attracted to him, god help her for that mistake, but she wanted to see how he went about getting into her pants. Would it arouse further or switch her off? As of right now, she didn’t know which outcome she wanted more, only that Preacher had occupied too much of her brain the last few days.

Quick sex and then it would be done and over with.

“And so here I am for you, as requested. What will you do with me now, Preacher man?”

A great rattle growl rumbled in his chest, vibrating against her arm and right as he dipped deeper ready to crush her lips she smiled and backed up, pushed her empty bottle in his chest. “Hold that thought, this is my jam,” she had no fucking idea what the song was as she backed up away from him. “I’m going to dance.” It wouldn’t hurt him to wait. Ruby was no pushover when it came to sex. Her mind for a second took her back to that cabin, her belly recoiling before she shut it down, not now.

Preacher would learn she was not one of his bar bunnies to stop drop and open when he fancied a fuck. If he wanted it, he could work for it.

And from the dirty smirk on his face as he watched her in the middle of the makeshift dance floor, bodies smashed together,swaying her hips, lifting her arms in the air, he fully intended to work for it.

For the five minutes the song played --- something by Prince, she guessed from the unique high pitch voice --- Preacher’s eyes never left her, or her his. Teasing. Enticing. Dancing only for him. Presenting her back, glancing slyly over her shoulder, seeing how his eyes strayed to her butt. The depth of his green eyes growing darker.

Oh, god, how that little electric pulse charged her.

The simple act of dancing in public with the sole purpose of attracting a sex partner, to tease him out of his denim jeans as he waited with his back pressed to the wall thick forearms crossed over each other, it felt dirty, inhibitions were forgotten.

Wanton.

Delicious.

She almost felt like the old Ruby. Life’s problems gone.

When the song finished, she was breathing heavily, winded by desire in her blood,she couldn’t remember the last time she’d gone out dancing, too long, she surmised, stupid life responsibilities taking the forefront of everything, making her way back to Preacher, she was waylaid by a hand around her wrist. “That was sexy as fuck, baby-doll.”

Preacher was too big not to notice how he shoved himself off the wall to make his way over. She held out her hand to him. She was not in need of rescuing with this cute little boy. She smiled at cute and blonde, he was no more than twenty if that. And shot him down with a grin and... “Aw. Thanks, kid.”

He groaned and turned red, skulking off into the crowd.

Kids today. She was nearly thirty and wasn’t requiring a toy boy who didn’t know how to properly use his penis. She wanted a man. A rough man.

“What did you do to crush Mick’s spirit?” His voice amused. Ruby took his beer and drank directly from the lip of the bottle he had, telling herself she could taste the dark masculinity of him.

“Nothing much just called him a kid.”

Preacher laughed lightly. “Ouch.” he didn’t look like he cared she’d burned the boy down, not with him watching her mouth move. She wanted to shape every letter of the alphabet so he didn’t look away. Taking one last drink of beer, she set it down, no need to have her mind foggy for this. Ruby was not an aggressor, nor was she a timid flower waiting for the man to make a move. She had a certain set of rules for who she slept with, and Preacher was checking off most of them, some were still to be determined but all in good time, for now, she slipped her body up against his, felt him stiffen, and his lids dropped to half-mast covering most of the bright emerald shining down at her, his arm snaked around her waist, drawing her in ever closer, fingers shaping her ass.

“Yo, Preach. We have a game going on----” someone from behind her called out.

“Fuck off.” The command carried to whoever it was who dare interrupt their eye fucking, but his gaze never wavered

“I think we’ve mentally flirted enough, Preacher man. Are you going to kiss me soon or should I if you’re a shy little thing?”

One leap of her chaotic pulse as fingers cupped her chin, turning her face up and without even waiting a second for her to draw breath he dove and dove deep, forcing her lips open, not that it was a chore, she was already halfway there and licking into his mouth like a hungry kitty, he swallowed her groan, gave her a sexy grunt of his own.

Their mouths wet. One breathed out, the other breathed that same air in.

“Goddamn, babe. You’re so hot for me, aren’t you? I can smell the steam coming off you.”

“Tonight.” Her breath hitched looking him straight in the air. “Just for tonight,” she told him to make it clear between them, and for herself. This was only tonight, she couldn’t have anymore because she suspected any more of Preacher and it would leave her … craving.