Preacher - Madison Faye Page 0,6

“Of course, brother!” I crow. My eyes dart back to Delilah, and I groan when I see the blush on her face, and the odd spark in her eyes. I want to tell myself there’s something wicked there—that this pretty little southern belle in the chaste white dress is hiding some very impure thoughts about yours truly. But I know that’s just my own imagination. No, not a chance. This girl is way too pure looking, and this town is way too bible-thumping for that to be real.

I make a mental note that I should probably start jerking off more to keep my head focused, and I smile once again.

“Well then, brother Jedediah. Which of you would like to be bathed in His cleansing waters first?”

“You go, papa,” Delilah whispers quietly. She swallows thickly and turns to smile at her father. “Please, you go first.”

Jedediah beams from ear-to-ear, and he turns to look at me. “Just step right in?”

As soon as I can get my fucking rock-hard cock to go down, yeah, knock yourself out, buddy.

“But of course, brother Jedediah,” I say gently, thinking of the most gruesome shit I can think of to will my dick down. I start going over baseball stats in my head as he kicks his shoes off. He’s wearing a bathing suit and a long-sleeved black shirt with “Canaan Auto Repair” on the front of it over his rounded belly, and he starts to climb the steps. Luckily, by the time he’s easing his big frame into the water, my cock is no longer in danger of starting some very awkward conversations.

“Brother Jedediah!” I bellow, more to the crowd than to him. “Do you renounce Satan and his wicked ways!”

“I do!” he bellows so loudly it takes me back a little. They’ve all screamed it, but Jeb here has the performance of the day, by far. Shit, he’s even getting a little misty-eyed.

“Then come and be cleansed!” I roar. I grab him, and I grunt, my muscles straining to lower him back into the water. Jeb here might have a beer-gut, but the guy is pure bear muscle. It’s just the final reminder I need to get my hungry fucking eyes off his goddamn daughter.

Jeb goes under, and I grunt again to drag him back out. He comes out sputtering and actually crying, and before I can stop him, the guy’s got me in big, wet, manly bear hug.

“Bless you, Gabriel,” he chokes against my shoulder. “Bless you for reminding this sinner that we can all share in His light.”

I nod stiffly. Once again, if I did still have a soul, I might even feel a little guilty about this one. Good thing I don’t, though.

Jedediah climbs the steps and steps down from the tub. Some of the other townspeople come forward to shake his hand and embrace him warmly, and I just smile down over the whole thing, hoping to God he gets her out of here before she fucks with my head any longer. Besides, now I really need to start drinking.

“Well, folks,” I drawl in my best southern twang. “I’ll be here for the week, with daily sermons, offerings, and Holy healings available to all—”

“What about me?”

Her voice is so soft and gentle that it takes me back. I blink, and even though I try, I can’t stop myself. My eyes slide over to her, and I instantly groan. My muscles tighten, my jaw clenches, and that fierce hunger explodes through me again. I look at her—at that long blonde hair, those pretty blue eyes, that tight little body cloaked in the soft white dress—and I want to devour her.

“Sorry, I—”

“Do you have time for her, preacher?” Jedediah says eagerly. “Please? We can pay.”

No. No no no, fuck no. No fucking way am I putting hands on—

“Is this enough?”

Fuck. He waves that green in my face, and I’m helpless to resist.

“Yeah, uh…” I swallow, and I take a deep breath to try and get my shit together. “Of course, brother!” I beam. My eyes swivel back to hers, and my jaw clenches.

“Please, won’t you step right up…”

“Delilah,” she says softly, starting into my eyes.

“Delilah,” I smile back. “Come,” I beckon with my fingers again, and she blushes. She starts to climb the stairs to the tub, and my cock is already thickening. Baseball stats, and multiplication tables, and pictures of car wrecks flit through my head. But goddamit, none of it helps. None of it does a damn thing to stop