Page 73 of Preacher Man

She laughed and didn’t give a frick.Grow hard, Preacher, she wanted to say. Because she was using him. She used him to get to Nebraska, felt bad about it, but she’d happily use his body over and over until he was dry and spent and couldn’t pound her any longer, because that was her bit of sunshine, that first ray through the clouds, the only thing that made her feel good these days.

They might only be sex between them.

But what sex it was.

Great sex was better than the lonely existence she was in.

She hated her family and she loved her family. She was just tired of her family all together.

The things he makes her feel should be illegal, they probably are in a few states, no one that sexy is a law-abiding citizen and it was taking all her willpower not to worship on the sex alter that is Preacher, and only because his ego is already astronomical and he doesn’t need the petting. But the need…. Boy, it was real.

Sex was her catnip and she had rolled herself in a great batch.

She was going to gorge and make herself feel better.

“I haven’t tried to make you hard.Yet,“ she told him in a whisper only for his ears as they walked into the garage, all men stopped what they were doing and looked their way. “Get me to the motel and I will.”

His laugh reached into her chest. “Behave. For five minutes, then be bad as you want, this won’t take long.”

Five minutes. Then she was banging his brains out.

With him doing all the work, of course.

******

Ruby was determined to kill him. Death by arousal. Here lies Asher Priest. His dick gave out first.

The hotness coming from her was palpable, letting him taste it on his tongue. Something had happened while he talked to H when he’d left her at the bar. Preacher had thought it was Styles who had said something to her, but it was before that glowering at her cell phone. Who had she been talking to? Who put the kicked puppy look in her eyes? His gaze had constantly strayed over to Ruby while he’d been with his brothers, he couldn’t stop his eyes wandering back over to her, she was a hunger gnawing inside his gut, but then he’d seen her face fall, she’d typed out some long-ass message to someone and slipped her phone away.

Who hurt you, baby?

A guy? Homicide increased in his chest. Soon squashed because they weren’t that.

She’d set her rules and for as long as he wanted his dick inside her he had to adhere to them.

Pushing it to the back of his mind to ask her later, he took hold of her hand, saw how she side eyed him but left it in his. He’d liked the guys thinking she belonged to him, he’d been hit with questions soon as he’d walked away from her. Thank fuck he had shown she was taken, or those horn-dogs would have been all over Ruby and he hated to break legs when he’d come all this way to lend a hand.

Bracing for the animosity as he spied Red Light, his gaze bouncing down to Ruby’s hand linked to his, he should have taken Ruby to the motel first, but wanted to get this part of the trip over with. As it was he’d been on the phone with his contact for thirty minutes. Genty was a good guy as far as criminals go, knew money, loved money, but was a suspicious motherfucker, and would only deal with people he knew; namely Preacher having to hoof his ass back down here until Genty was comfortable with H. A meet was set up between Genty, H and a few boys tomorrow, play the middleman and hopefully all the business dealing from here on out could be done without him holding hands and petting wary feelings.

“You got a minute, Red?” He called over. Red stepped up from under the hydraulic car lift. Preacher had to clench his jaw from smacking the stubble off his face the way he was eyeing Ruby up and down, fucking her with his nasty gaze.

Keep it together, he warned himself.

“And who is this?” Red chose to ignore Preacher altogether, strolling over he smiled at Ruby. Preacher had seen that smolder before and wanted to smack him harder.

“I’m Ruby. And you are?”

“You can call me Red Light, babe.” Preacher’s back molars turned to dust.Jackass. Red turned a sly look Preacher’s way for a second. Yeah, the asshole knew what he was doing. Taunting Preacher.

Go ahead. Ruby would make ground beef out of Red Light. There was only one man who could match her appetites and she was holding his fucking hand.

Cutting in before Red could make a fool of himself. “H wants us to head over to Barrow to meet with Genty, can you be free sometime tomorrow? He needs to see who he’s gonna be dealing with on a regular basis, cautious fucker, this should smooth things over for everyone once he meets with us.”

Red light looked him square in the eyes, Preacher expected more, but Red shrugged. “Sure.”

Too easy.Five steps away Red enlightened in a quiet tone. “Careful with him, babe. His specialty is choking. And not with consent.”

Motherfucker!