Page 79 of His Road Dog

He caressed her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. "I should be out of the meeting in a couple of hours."

"Okay. I'll wait." She bit her lip when he walked away.

She shook off her arousal—Lord, that man could convince her to turn somersaults on the highway for a chance of knowing how much he desired her.

"Nicole?" A woman approached her. "I'm Charlotte Banks. My old man is Banks. I'm not sure if you've met him or not, but he rides under Tarkio."

"Hi. I don't think I've met him." Her attention went to three more ladies, heading her way. "Priest told me to make myself at home while he's in a meeting. I'm not sure what I should be doing or if I should be helping the other women."

"You can hang with us." Charlotte pointed to the woman closest to her. "This is Joey. She belongs to Wyatt."

The woman was obviously pregnant. Nicole smiled. "Nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you, too." Joey pointed toward the couch. "The young lady over there is Jess. She's my stepdaughter."

"And the guy who needs to take his lips off her is my son, Tyler." Charlotte shook her head. "He's prospecting for Tarkio when he's paying attention."

She failed to hide her amusement. Young love was powerful.

"I'm Callie." The next woman held out her hand.

Nicole shook and studied the woman. Her icy-blonde hair was beautiful and unforgettable. "Have I met you before?"

"I think you've come into the gas station before." Callie smiled and pointed at her chest, where the words 'Moore's Gas Station' was printed across the front. "Kent and I own the station at the edge of town.

"Yes. That's where I've seen you. I don't think we talked. A man was helping me, but I remember seeing your hair. I'm a hairdresser, and I don't believe I've ever seen natural-colored hair the shade of yours. It's absolutely gorgeous."

"Thank you." Callie blushed. "Most of the time, I take the scissors to the ends myself because I'm cheap. I hope it looks okay."

"Girl, you work too hard to care about how you look. Besides, you're gorgeous without even trying." The other woman gave a small wave. "I'm Tracy and belong to Rick. My brother is also a member. His name's Whip, but of course, we're throwing names at you, and you'll never get anyone straight."

She laughed, noticing Tracy was also pregnant. "I'm trying, though I'll probably mess up."

"Don't sweat it." Tracy grinned, rubbing her stomach. "We have two little ones. You'll meet them later, I'm sure."

"I hope so." She followed the others to the table and sat down. "Do you come here to wait when the guys have a meeting?"

"Sometimes, if we're free. It's hard to catch up with the other ladies at the weekend parties when the women are around." Charlotte smirked. "You've probably seen them if you've come to any of the parties."

"Mm." She nodded.

It wasn't hard to figure out that these ladies stayed away from the women who she'd seen hanging on the guys and having sex in the hallway at the party. The club dynamics were stricter than at the commune, where sharing pleasure came naturally and without rules.

"I heard you were living with Priest." Tracy raised her brows. "Don't hurt him."

Hiding her reaction to the warning, she said, "That's not something anyone plans, is it?"

"Touche'." Charlotte held up her finger. "Don't mind Tracy. She grew up within the club. Priest is like a dad to her."

She wondered if Priest had ever been involved sexually with these women. If he'd done the same things with them as he had with her. The thought left her uncomfortable. Not one who ever thought a person's sexual experience, past or current, had anything to do with her, she found the feeling odd that she cared.

The longer she had to wait for Priest to get out of the meeting, the more impatient she was to see him. She was determined to find out more about him.

They'd touched on the hot topics about her staying with him, sex, and dedicating their free time to being together, but she wanted to know where she stood when it came to having to share him with other women.

She hadn't even given a thought to being with other men or going out and having fun. Not at the commune, and not in Missoula. Actually, since Roy was killed and her whirlwind with Priest started, her whole life had revolved around him.

At five o'clock, bikers walked out of the hallway and started filling the room. She pushed up from the chair and stretched. Trying to peer past all the broad shoulders, she wandered away from the table and closer to the other side of the room. She hadn't seen Priest come out.

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