Page 81 of Preacher Man

Such a shame when he covered up his chest with a gray T-shirt.

“Whatever you’re having is good. Will you get something sweet as well?”

He sent her one of those devastating smiles, her belly rolled over and begged a little. “Sure, beautiful. I won’t be long.”

He didn’t kiss her, but she wished he had. He'd forgotten his own hello/goodbye kissing rule, she'd make a point of telling him so when he got back.

Ruby heard his bike start up and roar off. Only then did she sigh. Sex so good she was catching the feelings. My god, she was a female cliché.Pull yourself together, she chided. Preacher had a gorgeous cock, but it was just that. She’d had great ones in the past.Nothing like his.

They were in tune. Made from the same fault lines, their cracks perfectly aligned.

Rather than dwell on it, she washed up quickly in the bathroom, using her own toiletries she’d packed in her backpack. Relenting when she was finished she switched on her phone. It didn’t come as a surprise there was no reply from Rita, but it still hurt. Her sister could so easily let her go as if Ruby didn’t matter at all in her life.

But someone did matter to her, someone she cared for and who loved her back, the one person she did all the shitty things in her life that she must.

She pulled up his picture on her phone, those large dark eyes, so old and wise for his face. She smiled touching the screen feeling that unending love in her breastbone before she scrolled to a number.

Her heart was in her mouth.

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Carting back a brown sack of greasy steaming food, Preacher had only been gone twenty minutes, having found a diner not far, itchy and eager to get back to her. The young waitress had tried flirting with him and miracles of all surprises he didn’t feel a twinge at all to flirt back or take it further, to maybe sweet talk her into the bathroom or a little alcove around back for a fast handjob for them both. She’d smiled and licked her lips, played with her hair, gave him the sex-eyes and then practically shoved her tits in his face as she handed over his change and he felt nothing.

All he wanted to do was get back to his motel room to Ruby and fuck her again. And again.

She wasn’t so much a secret on his tongue anymore, then she was a longing in his sternum. A dirty burning hunger he would possess.

Unlocking the door, he was about to give Ruby one of those smiles she liked that turned her eyes glassy and wanting, to give her a little hello kiss, maybe persuade her to share a shower with him so he could get his mouth on her again, he wasn’t lying when he told her he loved her taste. He loved everything about Ruby.

Addicted and strung out for more, he dumped the food on the table, paused when he heard her talking from the bathroom, her voice low and hushed.

He didn’t know what made him click the door quietly, or to stand there, listening.

Some instinct within him.

“Aww, I love you too, Sebastian.”

Preacher wasn’t deaf. That one sentence exploded in his head, blood rushing to his ears, filling his eyes.

Ruby’s tone was unlike anything he’d heard from her before. Sure, he got her sex voice, her sultry pleading, butthisvoice. That was pure love. He felt like a kicked dog, his hand coming up to rub his chest even as his eyes narrowed with fury he swallowed back because none of his business who the fuck she loved.

Only it was.

It fucking was.

He made Rubyhisaffair. What she did was his goddamn business.

Not even thirty minutes ago he had her come in his mouth, fucks sake, he had his own come on his tongue kissing the life out of her, and she’d been right there with him, fierce, hungry kissing, she couldn’t hide or fake that.

And now she’s confessing her love for another guy.

Preacher was confident in his own self-worth, but shit, that smarted.

Walking back to the door, he opened it and closed it loudly this time, he heard her tell the dickhead she had to go and they’d talk soon.

She came out of the bathroom avoiding his eyes, wearing a towel latched around her tits, droplets of water beading along her collarbone.

He took it all in, scraping his eyes over her. Couldn't she even wait to get dry to call this guy? Nice. Real fucking nice.