Page 88 of Preacher Man

“Not your body. Information.”

He didn’t get it was the same. If it belonged to Ruby it was hers, be it her body or mind. And she wasn’t prone to sharing.

“Kiss me. Kiss me like you mean it. This is our sex weekend.”

“It’s Wednesday.”

“It’s our sex weekend,” she pressed on. “And there’s very little sex. If I have to endure eight hours on your bike again I want to be back broken before I get on it.”

His nod was grave. “Okay. Whatever you want.” He got into place. “This is what it’s like between two people who can’t be honest with each other, beautiful,” he thrust so hard, so angry she felt it in her spine.

“More.” She cried out, arching into that pain, it pulsed the hottest throb she’d ever felt before. His breath fanned her face, his thrusts increasing.

“There is no more.”

“Please.”

“There’s just this. Only this. Be fucking honest with me for goddamn once, Ruby.”

“I can’t.” Her moans blistered the air. So, close. Her pussy walls fell in around his cock, squeezing. When he grunted, and shoved harder it was the catalyst, she came crying his name, holding onto him like she thought she’d die if she didn’t. He didn't even give her a second to calm down.

He pulled out without coming, still hard. Her brows pinched in the middle. Preparing to be flipped to another position so he could finish as well----he rose to his feet and pulled up his jeans. The hell?

“What are you doing?”

“You wanted to come, baby. I gave you what you needed.”

“Are you fucking serious?”

“Deadly.”

“Fuck you, Preacher. You didn’t have to make me feel cheap.”

“You set out our rules. I’m just following them.”

“Fuck you.”

“I just did. You came hard. Tell me who Sebastian is.”

“It’s none of your damn business.”

“None? I just had your pussy shattering around my cock in under four minutes, if you were any more primed you’d need a doctor, I’m soaked from you, and it’s nothing to do with me when you’re sneaking off to whisper I love you to some fucking prick who doesn’t even know you’re being fucked good and hard by me? That’s not cool, Ruby. I’m a lot of things, theother manis not one of them. I followed your rules, just sex, you said. Fine. I’m not down to be someone’s dick on the side. I fuck you when I want to fuck you, not when you can fit me in between this other guy. Tell me who it is.”

She gaped at him. Wide-eyed and just … stunned at his even toned impassioned speech. She sat on the edge of the bed, feet brushing the carpet, the texture rough like it had been stepped on one too many times and lost all its buoyancy.

“Asher…” She was a woman who knew what she wanted ... most of the time ... control was important to her, and Preacher was knocking her off her own feet.

“I mean it. You get one chance to tell me or when we get back into Colorado we just leave it at a few nights worth of fun.”

“It’s not ---dammit, Asher. Since when do you have these fucking moral standards suddenly? The guy I watched fuck some blonde bitch like he was a rutting bull and then saunter into the bar and join his buddies like nothing happened, HE wouldn’t have ethics, but now you’re screwing me suddenly you care if I’m getting it somewhere else as well?”

“Yes, I fucking give a shit if you’re fucking someone else while you’re fucking me!” His growl made her gush wetness, more so when he trekked the few feet separating them and grasped her chin, holding it tight, his green eyes ----Jesus, hot as fire, she melted under that glare. “The way we’ve been fucking if you still need it from someone else then there’s something seriously wrong, ‘cause, beautiful, if I fucked you any better you’d probably die.”

“Wow, there’s nothing wrong with your ego.”

“Nothing wrong in how hard you come for me, claw me, scream and beg for more. Are you saying someone else is giving it to you like that as well?”

“No …” she’d never told anyone her family difficulties, the sense of being a burden was a sore point for Ruby ----raw, open, to know how Preacher, her friend with benefits, for a better word, would react, she’d been the sucker to put that rule in place and he was right, he’d followed it, to confide in him the clown show that was her circus of a life, she felt vulnerable in every corner of her mind, wanting to fold in on herself and just deny everything, not share about Sebastian. She’d been caught up in Preacher’s whirlwind when all along Ruby had known she’d been wrong to want something just for herself.