Page 13 of Preacher Man
But then I felt it.
His cock.
Pressed against my lower back.
Hot.Hard.
Real.
I nearly drove us into a ditch.
My whole body went rigid, and for a second, all I could hear was the wind and the roar of blood in my ears.
The preacher man was turned on.
And I felt it, clear as day.
I bit back a groan and forced myself to keep the bike steady, even as my dick throbbed like it was trying to punch through denim.
I wanted to pull over so fucking bad.
I wanted to drag him off the bike, shove him up against a tree, and kiss him until he couldn’t remember his own name, let alone a single Bible verse.I wanted to hear him beg.Not for forgiveness, but for more.
But I couldn’t.
Not yet.
Because Ethan needed more than that.
He needed the truth.He needed to want this.Not just with his body, but with his whole damn soul.
He needed to fall for me the way I was already falling for him.
So I swallowed hard, grit my teeth, and forced myself to keep the speed steady.
“You good back there?”I called over my shoulder, loud enough to carry.
There was a pause, then the faintest, breathy, “Yeah.”
He sounded wrecked.
Good.
Me too.
I shifted again on the seat, trying to ease the pressure without giving myself away.It didn’t help.My cock was rock-hard and straining, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.
I told myself to calm down.
Don’t lose him before you even get the chance.
I took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and tried to focus.
The county road unspooled ahead of us, golden light streaking through the trees like heaven itself was trying to show off.The warm wind whipped across my face, but all I could feel was Ethan—pressed tight to my back, silent, stiff, and still hard.
Jesus Christ.
I should’ve just kept riding.Looped back around to town.Played it safe.But my body wasn’t listening to reason anymore.It wanted him.
