Page 70 of Preacher Man

“What’s the H stand for?”

“Hannibal.”

“Charming. Should I have brought lima beans and chianti?” She was nervous suddenly and Ruby didn’t get nervous. But walking towards the RS building where all the men inside were not known to her, she held onto Preacher’s hand.

“Listen, babe. Before we go in. You gotta know how shit works in an MC by now. They’re going to think that you are free game to…“ Her brow arched. “If I don’t claim you as mine.”

“Claim me as yours?” Every word went up an octave until she was only speaking to dogs from two towns away. She was sure she heard howling. “Claim. Me? What the fuck, Preacher? Did I sneeze and transport myself back to the eighteenth century? Am I about to meet Marty McFly?”

She did know how MC’s work regarding women and archaic behavior and still she was shocked.

And a little turned on.

Shut up. Claimed by Preacher was not a thing. Seduced by Preacher, sure, that was real. But claimed. At least not in the way he was suggesting. Her vagina was his, for the time being. Her skin was free and clear of all Preacher Man brands and that's how it would stay.

“I can see you’re thrilled about it,” he smirked and ran his free hand over his beard. Sexy bastard grooming at a time like this when she was irritated and horny.

Bastard.

“Do what you must, Stone Age man. But I am not darning your socks or meeting you at the door with slippers.”

“What if I had my cock out?”

“I’d be on my knees. But still with no slippers in my hand.”

He laughed and kissed her spontaneously so when he walked them through the door she was still luxuriating in his taste inside her mouth.

“Look who it is! Can’t get rid of you, Preach.” Shouted one voice. A short man with a mop of orange hair and a big smile, he had a pronounced limp. He came over and slapped hands with Preacher. More men followed and greeted him like he was the prodigal sultan returning home.

“Can’t keep away, Amos. Is H around?”

“He’s in the office. But be warned he’s not in the best mood, son.” Offered an older guy.

All their eyes kept straying to her.

“I live with Hawk, I’m used to bad moods.” Everyone guffawed and asked about Hawk. Ruby only half listened because Preacher had pulled her closer to his side and she wasn’t pulling away, in fact, she got in a little deeper, her arm around his waist.

She was playing the part of claimed.

Nothing more to it.

Sugar bottoms, as she knew the groupies to be, milled around, some giving her curious looks.Don’t worry, hun, I’m claimed, your burly men are safe from me. Look, this one is mine.

“This is Ruby. You ass-clowns, watch your mouth around her, or I’ll break skulls. Baby, I need to go find H, you’ll be okay? Smitty here will get you a drink.”

“I will, lil darlin’, what’ll it be?” The old guy asked smiling to show he was missing nearly all his teeth apart from two. How on earth did he eat an apple, she wondered? But then from the state of his mouth, he probably didn’t eat fruit at all. The sweet old man went on smiling and offered her his arm. “Go ahead,” she told Preacher. “I’m fine. You have a cola, Smitty?”

“Ah, lass. That I do. Come and sit at the bar with me, out the way of these reprobates and you can tell me what a sweet girl is doing with that animal.”

She laughed. Preacher wasallanimal. She watched him stride away and admired the long span of spine and the glorious butt and his easy strong gait.

He was in the office forty-three minutes before he and two other guys emerged, followed by who she assumed was the man in charge. Hannibal the cannibal. She was dying to quote Silence at the Lambs to someone but didn’t dare in case they assumed it was disrespectful. These bikers were so damn sensitive for people who wore a lot of leather and thumb rings.

Preacher looked over at her and winked.

He winked and her vagina shouted hello back.

Goddamn, the man was working with some good mojo to get her horny from a wink.