Page 18 of His Road Dog

Chapter 6

Priest

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CURLEY, RODDY, PACO, Rick, and Jerry stood in the driveway in front of their motorcycles. Priest crossed his arms and mulled over the news he'd received. With all the police activity in the area and Lainier's Towing a block from the motel where Guthrie was killed, they couldn't leave the chopped parts in the yard until it was time to deliver the goods to their contact.

"Let's take the load over to Steel Mechanics. We have no one staying there at this time. Get a small crew together. Load everything up in a truck in the morning and tow that son of a bitch as if it's a normal workday. The police won't look at it twice. Make sure you have it all transported before it gets dark." He backed up a stepped. "Watch for that neighbor girl over there that lives behind the backlot. If she starts snooping around, distract her from what you're putting inside the garage."

"Will do." Jerry nodded at the others. "Let's ride. We can at least get the truck loaded and ready for in the morning."

"Call if there are any problems." Priest picked up the two bags and suitcase his MC brothers delivered, and returned to the house.

While he'd met with the men, Nicole had wanted to take a shower. He carried her belongings into his bedroom and set them on the floor. Having brought few women home, preferring to use them at the clubhouse, he stayed highly tuned to the water running in the hallway bathroom of his house.

Nicole's naked body was behind one door. A door he could easily open.

He sat on the edge of the bed and took off his boots and socks. Using the shower in the attached bathroom to wash, he quickly finished and walked into the bedroom naked before Nicole finished in the other room.

He strolled naked to the kitchen, grabbed a beer, and popped the cap off with his bare hand.

Just because he had a guest, he wasn't going to change his habits.

Taking the drink with him, he went to the living room. Only the glow of the sun setting remained over the mountain peak. Evening was his favorite time of the day.

In a half-hour, the view would disappear, and it would give him the illusion that the world was blocked off from him, and any current problem had disappeared. At least until morning when the sun rose on the opposite mountain peak.

He'd told Nicole she was sleeping with him tonight. Her smile was enough to know she would be a willing participant. He'd go easy on her. The first time.

"Do you ever get tired of that view?" whispered Nicole behind him.

He took a drink from the bottle. "No."

She stepped up beside him and peered out the window. He glanced at her. She wore a large buttoned-up flannel shirt and had rolled up the sleeves past her elbows. Her legs were bare, though the material hit her mid-thigh. He'd already made up his mind that she refrained from wearing any panties.

A girl who went braless, wore no makeup, and let her curls fall where they wanted, wouldn't spend the energy slipping on a pair of panties.

He'd find out soon if he were right about her. The fact that his lack of clothes never made her blink twice, he knew she was ready for what would come next.