Page 77 of Preacher Man

“It’s fine.”

Was it? Was it really?He doubted it.

Preached scraped both hands over his head before fastening his own helmet, the metal containing the brewing headache threatening to blow his skull apart.

“You wanna grab some grub? There’s a diner not far, they do good pancakes.”

He kicked off the stand, revved his girl to life.

“You promised me something else, Preacher man. I’m not letting some pouting dickhead with a score to settle ruin the two days I’ve taken off from work. We’ll get food later. Let’s find a motel, yes?”

That stopped him fast. Pausing with his hand on the throttle.

He was a wreck internally and she just pieced him back together.

Veins popped out on Preacher’s forehead as he hunkered over the handlebars and blew out the air trapped in his lungs.

She still wanted him.

After listening to one of his biggest regrets and darkest secrets spat in her face she still wanted him.

His cock came to life. Her arms tightened around his belly.

“Preacher? Are we leaving now?”

“Yeah.” Voice thick with feeling. “Yeah, hold tight, baby.” His head was pounding, not with frustration now. Something Red had said. Ruby meant something to him.

She meant a lot to him.

Getting her on the back of his bike meant something important, something big.

Things were gonna change between them.

If he opened his big trap about it.

Her hand slid down his belly and covered his crotch. Grinding her palm.

Oh,shit. He forgot how to speak. How to think. His mind blanked out, all that existed was his cock and her hand. The groan boiled out of him. If they made it to a motel in one piece it’d be a miracle.

This woman. Really, this woman. She was tying him in knots he had no desire to unravel from.

Preacher hadn’t reached rock bottom. Not yet.

His hand shook on the ride to a motel ten miles away.

He kept it together. He kept his shit together. He wouldn’t hit rock bottom today.

There’s that sensation when you’ve sat too long on your leg and your foot is numbing, blood rushing back causing it to pins and needle, sharp stabbing pricks until the numbness wears off. He felt it in his chest as they rode. Frozen and tight.

With Ruby’s hand laid over his cock, he felt as though his entire body was numb.

She knew something about him he’d never wanted her to hear and she hadn’t run in the opposite direction to get away from him.

Part of him wanted to contain that side as self-preservation, whereas the truth was he was ashamed he couldn’t control his own psyche.

She hadn’t run or told him this between them was a bad idea.

Why not?

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