Page 5 of Preacher Man

"Yo, fucker, you wanna re-join earth any time?" Grinder punched the top of his arm to grab his attention and Preacher broke the spell between him and Ruby's biteable-kissable-fuckable ass.

Damn. What an ass she had. All peachy shaped and made for squeezing hands. He was going to take that ass.

He remembered the last time they spoke, how she'd breathed fire and brimstone out of her eyes at him, so maybe he'd scratch fucking her ass…for now.

"You're such a needy chick, G. What next, you want to start a book club?"

"Oh! I heard the new Chris Brookmyre is worth taking a look at," announced Texas. Scotch in one hand. Under his leather cut, he wore a pristine white shirt and a fat blue tie. If Preacher wasn't used to seeing the model attire on his brother he would have rolled his eyes a couple dozen times. But it was Texas. He was slick hair, slick clothes, and a slick manner.

"Let me guess. You and Lawless have actually got a fucking book club together ... didn't we talk about this; do we have to revoke your outlaw membership?"

His eyes were magnets with only one directional pull and they strayed behind the bar time and again. Damn, she was back on her toes, hiding that perfect ass from him.

He followed her, a dirty slick gaze watching as she served and smiled at people, leaning over the bar, showing off the mounds of perfect tits under her shirt. Fuck.

Preacher licked his bottom lip.

"It's not a club per say." Texas' cultured voice explaining whatever new bullshit he was into now. "Lawless just tells me what to read and I read it. He's never led me wrong yet."

"Sounds peachy." He added absently.

And now he was back to thinking of Ruby's ass. He was up out of his seat before he realized. "I'll be back."

Or not.Depending on how it went.

Long legs took him across the bar in a few steps, through the food smells and the noise of the customers getting drunk out of their minds. It was pay day for most, what else did the masses do? Preacher fucked.

"Good to see you, baby." A tiny blonde waitress attached herself to his hip out of nowhere, Preacher moved her easily, his path already chosen like a damn missile. "You want some company later?" Hope in her saccharine voice.What was her name? no clue.

"Sorry, darling. Not tonight."

“Aww. Keep me in mind, baby. Any time. You know my number.” He didn’t.

It paid to be taller than most when Preacher easily got a spot at the bar, straddling a stool he waited.

Not even twelve hours back in town and he knew he'd missed two things; his club and the woman currently walking towards him trying to set fire to his eyebrows with her glare.

CHAPTER TWO

“Strike. Batter out. Damn, beautiful." - Preacher.

“Ruby.”

Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. Oh, god.

Everything in her clutched. One hot flex and release. Why the fuck did he have to have a deep rusty voice like Jason Momoa? Her breath caught before she let it go and cast a look towards the source of her unsettled feeling.

To be so spatially aware of another human that the very air stirs with their presence. It hit her from all corners of the bar.

Clearly, she’d spotted him the second he’d strutted his denim and leather into the bar and didn't her body let her know she was noticing too. How could she miss a six-six titanic size man and that wasn’t his height, it was wall to wall ego. His strut reminded her of a smiling serial killer, oh yeah, he'd kill you, but boy, he'd have lovely manners while he did it, that was Preacher, always aware of his surroundings but looking at nothing, his easy rangy massive frame bouncing him from each leg until it got him where he was going to. She hated she noticed these things about him.

Her belly reacted first. Soon to be joined by her girl parts clenching.

A visceral response didn’t mean a thing when her mind was adamant she wasn’t affected by that big man or any other man. She was off the market, she wasn't even near the market to smell its aromas.

Ruby might not want to be interested in Asher Priest in a carnal way, but her body didn’t seem to be on the same page when it sent signals of the very interested kind. Tiny licks of heat around the base of her spine, softening her bones. Only after a good mental bitch slap did she feel confident enough to turn his way. Her delicately sculpted eyebrow arched in a silent question waiting for his order. With any luck, he would go back to his boys table, then hook up with a waitress and all could be well again, she could go back to not having lusty thoughts about that manwhore, or wondering what he did in the bathroom stalls or out in the alleyways with women to make them so glassy eyed and dreamy for hours afterwards.

Her name curled like rich wine off his tongue, Ruby had to take a second to inhale past the blast of energy to her vagina. She enjoyed a punch of desire now and then. But this was something different altogether.Drugging. She wanted to ask him to keep saying her it for that blow of pleasure flooding her system. Cheap thrills came with a price and she could only stab a guess that his would be out of her range.