Page 55 of Preacher Man

"Take a step from behind that bar, Tom, and I won't be happy at all, do you get me?" though he spoke to the barman, his gaze was on Ruby, who by this point was so fuming her chocolate stare was practically on fire.

It only caused a predatory rattle in his chest. A dark deep rattle of need. He wanted to fuck her over and over until she couldn’t walk, until all she felt in her bones was him and his endless streams of come.

His groin ached heavy demanding he fixed this tension between them so they could get to the good stuff again.

Several male voices whistled and laughed, waiting for what came next.

"Don't listen to him, Tom, you can see he's not all there in the head."

“Baby. This is between you and me, don’t involve your friends who will get hurt. Is that what you want?” He spoke directly next to her ear, kissing the shell. She shivered but shoved him away. “Just pussy, remember?” she hissed, unable to keep the hurt from her voice. Preacher frowned and dipped his face into her eye line. “I’m a fucker, tiny dancer.”

"Oh, absolutely, on this we agree." She completely blanked him after that, like she'd ghosted him to hell. “I’ll wait outside, Tom.”

His hands slipped around her middle spanning her waist, gently stopping her from jumping off the stool, he pinned her body against the bar, a growl in his voice. “Don’t involve him, Ruby. I mean it. I have no patience in me to not hurt him for getting in between us.”

"Listen, man." Tom began, nerves in his voice. He looked like a college kid, straight up nice kid, blonde hair, Hallmark movie of the week looks, the kind of boy Ruby would be bored with, but no way was he letting the blue eyed lanky piece of model piss take her home, Preacher had a point to make here.

"I mean it, Tom. One step out from behind that bar, you’ll limp back. I don’t want to hurt you. This is between me and Ruby, she's safe with me, walk away and don’t get involved."

He wavered for maybe ten seconds, darting his Hallmark pretty eyes over to Ruby and back again. "Sorry, Ruby. I don't wanna get dead." He laughed nervously and did as was told.

Good kid. Preacher liked him. He really did. He’d buy him a glass of milk some time.

Tension fell from his shoulder blades. He smiled wider and downright wicked, easier now he'd run off the baying pack.

"I'll take you home." He offered.

"Fuck you very much."

"If you insist, but I gotta tell you, sweetheart, I’m hard up for you, so it might not last long.” Snickers nearby reached them.

"You think this is funny, Jensen?" Ruby pinned the offender and didn't you know the guy shut up. “I can soon tell your wife who was sat on your lap last Saturday, how about that!?”

Oh, fuck, he liked her, she wasn't afraid of confrontation, didn't back down. His Ruby was a scrappy little thing in and out of bed, but he was mostly thinking about beds and floors and shower walls right now, all of which starred a very naked and beautiful tiny dancer.

"Come on, baby, have a drink with me so I can grovel and apologize properly, then I'll take you home."

"I'd rather drink bleach."

"Fuck, you are adorable."

"What are you going to do, run off every man I date? Get over it, Preacher. We had one night, the end." Her eyes glowered, but he saw the rise and fall of her chest, the rapid way she was breathing. The way her small tits poked out of her shirt like the plump mounds were so damn happy he was here. Sweet girls loved him. He'd kiss them real softly soon.

She might be hell mad but Ruby was also turned on. Leaning down, he ran his nose against the length of her neck, smelling her.

"Only if you're thinking of dating someone else."

She shoved him away. "You might control your prospects, you don't control every man in Armado Springs." Rolling her pretty eyes at him she turned her back clutching the big ass purse to her chest. What was she carrying, the kitchen sink in that thing? Women always needing all their shit with them. Just in case.

Fuck it. He thought, he was already down that rabbit hole, even Preacher admitted he didn't know exactly what the fuck he was doing, only that he hadn't liked seeing Dix all over her with the flirting and Ruby allowing it giving Dix smiles and giggles that belonged to him.

He rose to his fullest-height, gave a sharp short whistle to the entire bar.

Ruby spun around and glared as if to ask what the hell was he doing now.

He cocked his head her way "Listen up, you see this woman?----“

“----Don’t you fucking dare, Preacher-----“