Page 59 of Priest

I flop back on the pillows.

So that’s what an orgasm — or three — feels like when you’re not doing it yourself? It feels so much better. Priest with his hands on my body… I know I can’t get enough. I know that I need so much more from him. That I want to explore and let him touch me and do things to me that I’ve never let anyone do.

I hear him moving around in the bathroom and I snuggle into his pillows. His scent… it makes me feel like this place and this man I barely know is like home. It’s dangerous. I know that I shouldn’t get so attached, but I can’t help it. I know that I can trust him. And after what we shared just now, I want to do everything in my power to have more of those moments with him.

To give myself to him fully.

There are definitely no regrets on my part. I only wish he hadn’t stopped, because where Priest is concerned, he has discipline like I’ve never seen. Yet, I made him come undone. I made him lose himself, even if it was just rubbing up against me.

A big, shit-eating grin spreads across my face and I can’t wipe it off. Nor would I want to. This feels magical, and I want to bask in it.

Later that day

“Are you sure?” Priest asks me.

I’m not sure, of course. Going to the clubhouse seems a little… out there. Plus, after everything I’ve been through, I can’t say that it’s the wisest idea. But this is something that Priest holds dear to him. The NOLA Rebels are part of his life, and I want to see how he behaves around the other bikers. Even if I am a little apprehensive, I know that it’ll be an eye opener seeing him in his own environment, instead of the Soup Kitchen.

“I’m sure.”

“Manny will be there, maybe Stella too.”

I know I’ll have to keep my baseball cap on as a disguise. I can’t exactly dress up to the nines and start acting like I can really have a life here.

“Okay.”

“In a couple of days we’ll go to Texas. We can see Dan the day after…”

“Can we do something first?” I whisper.

“Of course, what is it?”

“Confession.”

He stills, his back to me as I chow down some cereal. He turns, glancing my way as I smile sweetly. “Are you serious?”

“Yes. I mean, it’ll make me feel better… about what we did.”

He stops and takes a deep breath. “It won’t be happenin’ again.”

“Way to make a girl feel special,” I mutter.

He’s next to me before I can blink, his fingers lifting my chin so I’m forced to look at him. “It’s not that and you know it. You know I’m supposed to be cleansing. Sex complicates things, which is why I stopped for a while.”

I have a mischievous edge to my voice when I say, “Maybe you should start up again?”

His lips twitch. “Wise ass.”

“Seriously, Priest. I mean, I don’t know much about sex but it seems pretty basic. This could be a good thing for both of us.”

“Can we just eat breakfast without talkin’ about sex?”

“Why? Is it doing things to you?”

Amusement crosses his face as his eyes crinkle, trying not to smile. “You know what you do to me, so let’s knock it off before I really change my mind. Then you won’t sit down for a week.”

My cheeks heat as he lets go of me. My mouth is dry as he turns to put the breakfast things away and my eyes dip to his ass in those jeans. My goodness he’s gorgeous.

Seeing him half naked this morning and having his dick pressing against me in all the right places has only made my little crush on him a little more like an obsession.

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