Page 66 of Preacher Man

Her voice slowed.

“I’m sensing a classic movie theme.”

“You have no taste.”

“Just fucked a stunning woman. I think my taste is fine.”

She smiled and he rubbed her ass. The skin to skin felt nice, so nice she turned her head and let her face rest against his shoulder, tasting the exerted sweat off him.

“What time are we leaving tomorrow?”

“Around six.” A palm worked up the full of her spine and back down again. Ruby purred, the motion lulling her.

“‘Kay. Sleep now.”

“I will soon. Goodnight, beautiful.”

She was already asleep.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

“Road trips mean road head, road sex, road handjobs. This is gonna be the best non-vacation." - Preacher.

Nerves threatened to burst and cripple Preacher. He was dog tired, and aching to lie down next to Ruby. She was on his bed, cafe au lait skin so fucking gorgeous, sheened in their sex sweat, all her dark hair fanned out around her, messy from his hands, dead to the world curled on her side with her hand tucked under her chin like a sweet little innocent. If not for the indescribably filthy sex they’d shared he could believe in that innocence but now he knew what she had lurking beneath her smiles and tight clothes.

Ruby was just as hungry as he was.

It was like finding someone with his same appetite and tucking into a plate ofTortilla de Patatastogether. Fuck, now he was hungry for real as exhaustion dogging the back of eyelids, maybe when he got back from out of town Capone would make him his famous potato omelette.

He didn’t dare sleep next to her, he had taken a risk the other night, and thank god, he hadn’t woken in a night terror. He’d hate himself if he ever hurt Ruby.

Padding barefoot across to the bed, he covered her up, kissing her hipbone. He felt a sense of pride to know he’d done that, put his baby into a coma, she’d come so much so hard it was a wonder she didn’t pass out sooner. And tomorrow she’d be on the back of his bike.

Fuck. His skin itched between his shoulder blades.

He wanted that. Her on the back, clutching his waist with her thighs, curled around him as they sped down the freeway.

He’d had chicks on his bike before, he wasn’t like some of his brothers who saw it as sacred, some badge of claiming allowing onlythewoman on the back. But to have Ruby there? It was going to feel different. The anticipation hounded his steps as he fetched a glass of water, and a bottle for her, and returned to the bedroom quietly, he left the bottle on the bedside table for when she woke, looking longingly at the pillows, he could crawl in beside her, and stay awake, but the risk he’d fall asleep, he was not chancing that, not right next to her.

It had been more than a year since his last episode, really bad episode, for the most part he was steady these days, but the lack of sleep always brought on his flashes. He'd wanted Ruby in his bed tonight more than he deemed sleep important.

He parked it in the leather chair, watching the rise and fall of her full tits.

He was right. She was a naughty tease. Every breath she took was a tease for him to crawl forward onto the bed and fuck her stupid. Fuck her awake, dig his cock into her wetness even before she knew what was going on.

Nerve endings tingled the tip of his cock.

He seriously couldn’t get enough. He was a glutton for sex, always had been, but this was something new and scary, he felt like he was fighting against the tide, never knowing when his last fix would be the final fix. Always in charge, Preacher was in the new predicament of knowing Ruby held the keys to this funhouse and she could rescind his invitation anytime.

Preacher knew he was in trouble when his hands began to shake.

Maybe it was just simple tiredness. Nothing else.

He rubbed hands together, feeling a cold sweat pop out on his brow.

Get it the fuck together, Priest.

It was nothing. Forcing his breathing to regulate, he folded back in the chair, gulped his water and concentrated on Ruby’s booty instead. All pert and round and begging for him to fuck it. He lost himself in the fantasy until he relaxed enough to catch a nap that wasn’t quite REM sleep but enough to give him the rest his body needed.

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