Page 121 of Priest

When we get outside, Priest pulls me into the alley a few doors up. He presses his body into mine. “Wish they’d all disappear so I can fuck you on that bench top.”

I swing my arms around his neck. “You have a one track mind.”

He grins, cupping my face. “I can’t help that I have a sexy soon-to-be-wife who I can’t stop touching.”

I’ve filled out in the last six months, putting some badly needed weight on, and Priest loves my curves. “Sorry, but I’m not putting out in an alleyway.”

He grins against my mouth. “I can’t wait to be at that altar, watching you walk towards me.”

I smile, his hands press against either side of my head. “I can’t wait either. Will it always be like this?”

“Of course. I’m crazy about you, and as long as you’re still crazy about me…”

I capture his mouth before he can finish. His tongue brushes mine and a moan leaves my chest. “Priest, baby.”

“You wet?”

I bite my lip.

“Shit. How am I gonna explain this to your annoying brothers?” He pulls back and I glance down at the bulge in his jeans.

“Maybe we better wait till it goes down.”

He glances down at my body. “With you dressed like that? I don’t think so.”

I glance down at my unassuming leggings and tank. They seem pretty ordinary to me.

He cups one tit as his mouth lowers to my ear. “These babies are so much bigger now. Turns me the fuck on.”

I slap his hand away. “Well, it’ll be worth the wait till we get home.”

He growls. “Always makin’ me wait.”

“Oh, but you know it’ll be worth it.”

He sighs into my skin and I hold him close. “It always is, my little one, it always is.”

My heart constricts with contentment. I have everything I want and life is just beginning.

“I love you,” I whisper, but my words get lost as Priest finds my mouth once more.

Priest

I stare at my Bella as she walks toward me. Rock on one side, Jett on the other as they walk her down the aisle. She’s so beautiful. Dressed in a full length, white lace gown with gorgeous detail. The bodice sucks her in at the waist but displays her gorgeous curves and full tits. She’s covered, of course, my little beauty is always classy. The neck to her dress is high, along with long sleeves that are sheer, fine intricate beads and lace swirling up her arms making her look like a goddess.

She’s my goddess.

I feel my dad’s hand on my shoulder, giving me a squeeze. Harlem is on the other side, my best man, along with Riot and Nevada.

We chose Father Dan’s parish to get married, the reception is being held at the clubs’ restaurant on Bourbon Street nicknamed The Grill. But none of that matters.

Tears fall from my bride's eyes as I wipe a tear away from mine. My God. She’s never looked so beautiful. The veil covers her face and her hair is swept up into a low bun.

“You did good, son,” Dad says. “She’s a beauty.”

I swallow the lump in my throat as she turns to hug both her brothers, then her hands reach out to find mine.

“Be good to her,” Rock warns. “Or else.”

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