Page 91 of Priest

He kisses my head again. “That doesn’t matter. What matters is you’re with me. And if you’re with me, then the club is too. You just can’t go running around New Orleans until we’ve dealt with the mob.”

I close my eyes. “You mean kill them all?”

“I mean push them out back to Texas. Get them the fuck out of New Orleans. Then you’ll be free.”

Free.

I contemplate that for a second.

I know I’ve taken risks around the city, but it isn’t as if anyone is out looking for me. They think I’m dead. Incinerated in the blast from the vehicle.

I wish I could truly believe Priest’s words. But I don’t feel like I’ll ever truly be free of them.

“I want that,” I tell him. “I want to start living my life without having to hide.”

He tilts my chin once more, my eyes meeting his. His face is so sincere, his eyes softening as he takes me in. His thumbs brush against the wetness under my eyes as he sweeps the tears away. “And so you shall, baby girl. You’ve been living in the shadows your entire life. Very soon it’ll be your turn to shine. You can have all the good things in life that you deserve. That you should have had.”

I pull him closer to me. “I have all the things I need. I have you… If you still…” I fight hard not to drop my gaze. “If you still want me.”

His lips twitch. “Of course I still want you, Bella. I can’t get enough of you.” He nuzzles his nose against mine and I shriek when I feel something brush my elbow. Looking down I see it’s one of his cats brushing up against my skin as he purrs loudly.

“I think that’s our cue to get up and feed the animals.” I smile. “I’ll put the coffee on.”

He presses his lips against mine. “You’re a woman after my own heart.”

I can’t help but smile, even though I can feel a perilous journey ahead for the two of us. I also know I’m a survivor. I can do this and get out the other end. I’ve done harder things. Laying low for a little while longer while I’m with Priest is not a hardship. In fact, I want to keep him here all damn day.

I reach between his legs and he growls. His dick is rock hard and I bite my lip as I squeeze him. “You’re always up,” I whisper, it’s not a question. This man is insatiable.

“Around you? Can you blame me?”

I smile, squeezing and stroking as his eyes roll back and he closes his eyes, his throat bobbing as he spreads his legs, giving me better access.

“I think you need a little wake up call.” I move and straddle over his lap, letting the duvet go as I sit on top of him. His hands cup my ass and he moves his mouth to suck one pebbled nipple into his mouth. I groan.

“I think you need my dick inside you.”

His words are like molten fire in my belly. I rub against his dick, my pussy already slick as he suckles, squeezing my ass as I ride him without penetrating. God, he feels so good. His hands roam my body and when he moves his mouth over to my other begging nipple, I hold his head to my breast and I press against his dick harder.

“Priest,” I groan.

He keeps moving my hips up and down his length. I gaze down between us and his dick pokes up like a rod of steel. Seeing it run through my pussy over and over turns me on so freaking bad that I start to spiral. I cry out, my clit on fire as I let go and throw my head back in a rush of ecstasy.

“Condom,” he growls.

I reach for the box he left on the side table and grab one out.

“I don’t know how?—”

He takes it out of my hand, rips the foil and pulls the thing out. “I’ll show you.” He places the thing over his head and then grabs my hand and helps me roll it down his long, hard dick.

“Glad they make this in double extra-large.” I smile.

He grins, his eyes crinkling at the sides as he lifts me by the hips. Gripping him at the base, I sink down onto his dick. He fills me so full that I wince and he stops.

“I’m good,” I tell him.

“Baby?”

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