Page 69 of Preacher Man

She took the helmet, clipping it under her chin before throwing her leg over the back of him. "Isn't this called a bitch seat?"

"Right now, it's a Ruby seat." The smirk in his voice. "Wrap your arms, babe, and try not to fall off."

"Oh, well that's helpful. Just don't fall off?" She snorted but slid both arms around his waist locking her fingers in front tight. “You can be sure if I fall I take you with me.”

The vibrations from the engine thrummed underneath him, letting his girl warm up while the other woman in his life rested her chin to his spine, his chest expanded so hard he was sure his lungs would break out of his back. Shit. She felt good cuddled up to him. “You comfortable back there, tiny dancer?” She gave his belly a little nudge, letting him know she was good for him to drive off.

"Jesus. You're gonna make me crash.”

"What have I done?"

"Your tits are on my back and your hands are all over my belly."

"You can handle a pair of boobs, Preacher man. Let's go" She gave his belly a pinch, kicking off the stand, he revved the bike in a rumbling purr and rode off taking the first left.

Eight hours if traffic was good to him with beauty curved into his spine? Fuck him. He was going to need the help of a Saint.

If only he believed.

CHAPTER TWENTY

“Being choked half to death. Isn’t that what every woman wants? Maybe ask Santa this year if you've been a good girl, babe. “ - Red Light.

When she was eight years old Matty Henderson had pushed her down in the playground scraping the whole left side of her face, she’d picked pebbles from her cheek for hours. Even that hadn’t felt as bad as she did now. She wanted to cry like a little girl and cuddle into the lavender and mashed potatoes scented chest of the lunch lady all over again. She only had a laughing Preacher for company and he didn’t smell anything like a sweet old lunch lady did. Besides that, she wanted to punch him for not warning her.

If Ruby had had any notion, a slight idea of just how much pain she would be in after a grueling eight-hour bike ride with only two bathroom breaks and an hour for lunch, she would have seriously considered not accepting Preacher’s invitation. Because when she finally ----blessedly stepped down off Preacher’s motorcycle, the vibrations from the engine still felt in her bones and skin, every muscle in her lower body cramped all at once until she was forced to rest both of her forearms on the seat he vacated.

“Oh, god. I can’t feel my legs.” She cried out.

His touch came to the base of her spine, massaging with deep fingers, it didn't help at all, she was dead from the waist down, his laugh clear.

“You’ll get your bearings in a minute, babe.”

“I didn’t think I’d ever touch the ground again. If I could get down there I’d kiss it.” She moaned, blood rushing through her legs bringing that weird sensation of being stabbed with a million pins and needles. Squinting her eyes up at him. “Why aren’t you crippled from the waist down as well?”

Preacher grinned. Any other time she would have taken that moment to appreciate just how handsome it made him, the simmering fire and calming storm Asher Priest brought to her poor abused body, but the pins and needles in her legs took precedence. She was dying. Lifting onto her tiptoes, she tried to point her foot to ease it out of her muscles.

“I've been riding a long time. I’m used to it. Can you stand?”

She groaned but managed it, forcing one bone at a time to get her upright She could empathise with new-born giraffe's when they face planted for their first time standing alone. Determined to not lose her last scrap of pride in front of him and his amused sexy heavy eyes.

“Your sex trip is looking less sexy, Preacher man.”

“Don’t worry about that, beautiful,” There was his dark smirk and eyes twinkling. “You only gotta lie there, I’ll do all the work.”

She snorted. “How generous.”

“You know I’m all about giving. Especially when it’s in you. Christ. The things I would do, beautiful, places no man has gone. And all you gotta do is lie there and take it.” One of his fingers gently touched her cheek. That was all, and she was on fire from it.

Wind swept out of Ruby’s mouth. She started dry-tongue panting like she was hard up sexually instead of getting laid just this morning. Smiling back she let him help when she shook out her leg, he held her hand and didn’t let go when she was no longer numb.

“I suppose I could let you do that. If you insist.”

“C’mon, beautiful, before you have me screwing your brains out on the ground, let’s head in so I can tell H I’m here.”

She finally looked at their surroundings. A big building sprawled back for ever, buildings placed in a U formation, one looked like a typical garage, most others were too nondescript to hazard a guess as to what they were. “So, this is another Renegade Souls? You guys breed like bunnies.”

Preacher grinned down at her. “My chapter is the best, baby. But we have them in most every state. H is the president here.”