Page 56 of Preacher Man

“----Anyone asks her out on a date, or offer to buy her a drink, a bag of chips, even flirt with her, I'm gonna hear about it and I won't be happy. Are you understanding me? In fact, I can guarantee I’ll be furious and broken bones will happen."

People laughed and applauded.

Drunk people loved a show.

“Oh, you, giant assbasket!” She huffed, flying off the stool he watched her storm out of the bar, dragging the big ass bag along with her like it was a tiny purse under her armpit. God, she was beautiful.

He whistled to the prospects table, all eyes came at him. He pointed at one and called him over, pulling out a hundred bucks. “I need a can of gas for her car, asap. That means now, prospect.” The kid was up off his seat immediately. Preacher was outside after her a second later, catching her by the arm before she could climb into the car that wouldn’t start. Pinning her up against the door, he got in her face right away, drunk on her scent, wanting more than anything to kiss her, he started as he meant to go on. “I didn’t mean it, baby. I was being a pig in front of my buddy. Didn’t mean a word of it. I loved last night, I wanted more if you’d stayed in my bed where I wanted you. You were soft and warm and I wanted more of you. Will you forgive me?”

She was breathing rapidly, her tits pressing into his chest. Preacher was breathing harder. The air passed between them, he sucked in her sweet exhale and shared his back with her. It was an intimacy he'd never had before or wanted to share with anyone else.Take my air, baby.

“You’re the biggest fucking pig.” She huffed but didn’t try to escape his body, he took it as a good sign and smiled flashing white teeth in the dark parking lot. “And you werejusta fuck.”

He got it. She needed to put herself back in control. He got it but didn’t like her saying it in that way. It might have started out as a one night stand, but the minute his mouth was on her, in her, his cock pushed down to heaven, things changed, she had felt it, he’d bet his house on it. She’d reacted so raw to him, that was not just a fuck.

“Ruby.”

“Move, Preacher. I don’t have time for this drama. It was sex. I believe you didn’t mean what you said, your giant assholeness is forgiven, but let’s leave it where it should stay in the past. It was fun. That was all.“

“What are you doing for the next couple of days?” He derailed her tangent as her mouth fell open and closed. She got the cutest little frown in between her eyes, he leaned in and kissed that place. His cock hardened between them squashed into her belly. He ground dirtily to hear her fast inhale.

“Didn’t you just hear me?”

“I have to go away for a couple of nights. Come with me.”

No argument came from Ruby. If anything, she deflated against him, leaning back into her car. Underneath her temper he saw something finally, she was fatigued. He cupped her cheek, tipping her face up to catch the moon’s light that hit her angles, casting her lovelier than he’d ever seen. Moving his thumb, he stroked her jaw. The relief that she hadn't stormed off, and was still caught in the confines of his body didn't go unnoticed by his lungs taking a swift chop of air.

“I can’t do this with you, Preacher. It was sex, and look what it’s turned into.”

“What’s wrong, baby?”

She laughed and gave him a ‘are you shitting me’ look. He grinned back. He was surprised too. This was not his scene. He didn’t do scenes. He was a fuck and go kind of man so he got her confusion, he really did. “I know, beautiful. I’m fixing this though, right? Look at me correcting my mistake. What else is wrong?”

“Well, first I was called just a pussy.” Her scowl was so sexy as she turned her nose up at him. He chuckled. “And it went downhill from there. Just a shitty day.”

“All the more reason to come away with me. We’ll drink and fuck for two days. I want back inside your softness.”

When she groaned, Preacher tasted her temptation and he pounced on it, like a lion sensing a kill. By kissing the hell out of her, prying her mouth wide he dove in deep licking like he was fucking her mouth, in… out… in… around. He didn’t let her up for air, his lower half, grinding into her belly, grew harder, more insistent, the ache was strong, and it took all his will not to direct her hands to his zipper and beg for her to stroke him off, to come all over her skinny fingers like he had last night. She’d been a sticky mess until she’d let him watch her lick them clean. Jesus, the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. Until she’d sucked his cock down, then that had been the sexiest sight.

He was rock solid.

“Come with me.”

“I can’t. I need to work.”

“You can. You just won’t take the leap. Don’t you have any vacation days to take? It’ll only be two nights. A straight ride to Lincoln, I’ll do my business and back again. And in the meantime, we get two full nights so I can taste every inch of your screams, Ruby. Say yes.” He nibbled her mouth, but before he could take a deeper bite she’d pushed him away, looking up, unblinking.

“You’re going to Nebraska again?”

“Yeah, just----”

“Okay. I’ll go with you. Let me talk to my boss, he owes me so many days when I’ve worked holidays.”

Huh. What had just happened there? Ruby had given him whiplash. Not that he wasn’t pleased she’d agreed. He hadn’t realized until that moment when she slipped out from under him to go inside to speak to her boss that he’d been holding his breath. It emptied his lungs, resting both arms on the top of her car. It was an odd emotion rattling around his head. Not the usual gambit of memories he tried on a daily basis to suppress, this was different. Fuck, he really wanted Ruby with him. Not just for the sex, either. Though the sex was high on his list. One night and he was already jonesing for her taste and her screams. They’d been magic together.

No, he wanted her with him; because her presence gave his itchy scalp a sense of calm from within, even that dark scowl of hers and the way she fought him on every little thing though her eyes told him a different story. She wanted him back.

“Preacher. I got the gas.” The prospect holding a red can. He knocked on the roof of the car. “Fill her up, kid.”