Page 50 of Preacher Man

The chick halted in the doorway, her face stricken. Crestfallen like she’d been punched in the gut. Grinder grimaced. Shit, fuck. It was one thing to rag on his friend, but they wouldn't do that crap in front of the chick of the moment. Even Grinder had some manners in him somewhere.

“Better get ready to eat crow, brother.” Grimacing, the chick had already turned and was hoofing it out. He jutted his chin her way making Preacher spin.

“Ruby? Did she hear that? Oh, you goddamn shitbag!RUBY!” It was too damn early to catch a half cup of coffee, but as Preacher accused he was a shitbag because when Preacher shoved the cup his way Grinder caught it, most of it spilling over his hands. “Jesus motherfucker in a kennel, that’s hot! Shit. Fuck!”

Grabbing a towel, he found a finger shoved in his face, teeth bared nastily. “I’m gonna kill you so dead when I get back, you better hide under Rider’s cut, I’ll shove your head so far up your own ass you’ll be whistling farts!” Preacher took off calling out after Ruby. Good luck with that, chicks hearing they were just pussy... Grinder whistled through his teeth, this was not gonna play out well.

“You love me, remember that! Andyousaid it! Fuck.” Across the room, Z-girl and Rider were laughing their asses off at him. Grinder wasn’t stupid, he knew to get out of the way, just for now, until that big Neanderthal calmed down and got in touch with all those feelings he wasn’t feeling.

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It was just goddamn pussy. Her throat stung, gunning the engine, aware of Preacher in her rear-view mirror trying to get her to stop.Screw that and fuck you. You’re right, Preacher man. You're so right, what was I thinking?

What a dumb mistake she would have made. Leave it at a one night stand. Taking a last look back in her mirror, standing like a towering menace in the courtyard, a man in just denim and ink staring at her car as it passed through the gates, her belly hurt wrenching her eyes back to the road.

It was just goddamn pussy.Fricking ouch, dude. I mean, really, I'm not going to be telling people it was just a dick.Ruby had more class than that. See, she chastised, fucking bikers, never get involved with any of them. They were like their own species of man, a sub-genre devoid of morals or social manners.

Just as well, she supposed, a lucky escape. She had no room in her life for more heartaches.

She drove home, ignoring her phone when his name lit up the screen. Funny how she was going to dohimthe nice favor by allowing him to give her more addicting sex and now she was both pissed off and offended. Stupid biker jerk. She was done with that pathological flirt, and so what if she would have reviewed him five stars on Amazon for his penis alone, never mind the sex. (extra five stars) Ruby was glad she hadn’t been so dumb as to give him extra more-night-stands.

At least she had Sebastian to look forward. Just a few hours to wait.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

“And Preacher was born…” - Grinder.

“Where did that little ass-monkey run off to?” Preacher, feeling his entire body bristling, barked the question across to Rider who laughed and pointed out into the courtyard. Probably hiding out in the shop. Grinder would so keep.It's coming, bro.

But it wasn’t really G he was really pissed at, though he could use him for a punchbag. It'd suit Preacher just fine.

Goddamn his own mouth saying that shit for Ruby to hear, he’d never get her again after this.

She had been a perfect soft pussy.Shewas perfect. And he'd ruined it by opening his fat fucking trap.

After trying to call her, and being pushed to her voicemail, he snarled and strode off to pull on some clothes. His room smelled like them, his cock instantly reacting to the scent. A fast shower, and fresh clothes he headed out to the bike shop, he had one more job left to finish before he took off for Nebraska again, something else he wasn’t looking forward to doing.

The ass-monkey of the moment was leant up against the workbench, eyeballing Preacher warily who strode in and glared at him.

“Now before you shoot me…” He was laughing. Preacher only glared harder and pulled on his overalls, leaving them hanging around his waist.

“You couldn’t have given me the heads up, you shithead?”

“I didn’t see her until you’d said it. Does it even matter if she’s just a pussy?”

Preacher’s head swiveled around to pin the question with a darkening look. He weighed up his answer before he spat something nasty. Yes, it mattered. Ruby was … different and because he had guarded that from his best friend he’d shoved his foot firmly in his big fucking mouth and he’d hurt her.

“Forget it. I have to work on this.”

“Preacher. Seriously. If it’s something, go find her, tell her you were mouthing off because I was a nosy fucker, she’ll understand.”

He wasn’t so sure. His belly sunk hollow, lack of food, and feeling like a complete shit, he scowled, going down on his haunches to dig into his toolbox to find the correct size socket wrench.

“I’ll catch up with her later. I wanna get this finished before the guy comes to collect it at one.”

“Still going back out to see H?” Grinder had his own workstation, the boys rotated, depending who was on shift that day, no doubt the others were sleeping off a hangover. He had his own hangover that had nothing to do with alcohol and everything to do with amazing mind-blowing sex and sleeping more than an hour. And right up against Ruby. No night terrors. No wonder Grinder looked skeptical. Preacher was still a little stunned about it himself. He never did sleepovers, not after the first and last time it was disastrous, near fucking murderous, he didn’t intend to sleep with Ruby last night, his eyes were closed before he knew it, just a minute, he’d told himself and then knew no more, only the warmth and sweet vanilla scent of her invading his nostrils, her skin up against his was the best feeling he’d had in a long time, soft and she'd been so damn cuddly, he was lost.

Waking up in bed without her had kicked a sensation in his chest. One fucking night and he missed her in his bed.