Page 78 of His Road Dog

Chapter 31

Nicole

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"LOOK AT ME." NICOLEtwirled in front of him, laughing. "I look ridiculous."

Priest's gaze warmed, bringing her to him. She pressed her forehead against his chest. Constantly, her stomach fluttered around him. The way he looked at her. The way he could share their private life with her through a smile as if they had secrets only they knew.

She was falling in love with him. It was the only way to explain the way she was feeling.

After four days at Priest's house, they were finally returning to normal. He had a meeting at the clubhouse, and afterward, he was going to take her on the Harley to Sally's Style Barn and talk to Kristi.

While she was excited, she dragged her toes, wanting to stay with Priest.

"You look hot, baby," He murmured against the top of her head.

"I think the wind was hitting me from all directions." She lifted her chin and patted the inflated curls surrounding her head and hanging past her shoulders. "It probably looks like I'm wearing a wig. Kristi's going to take one look at me and push me out the door before her clients see me."

He kissed her. "Don't ever cut your curls."

"I'm going to chop them off." She laughed. "Oh, Lord, this is bad."

He grabbed her, hauling her to her toes. She gasped. A fierceness replaced all the happiness on his face and frightened her.

Clutching the front of his leather vest, she said, "What's wrong?"

"Don't ever say that," he said on a hiss.

She swallowed and nodded. It wasn't a serious conversation, but something set him off.

He let go of her. She rocked back on her heels.

A group of bikers rushed out the front door of the clubhouse. She stepped away, unsteady. Priest's penetrating gaze pulled away from her, and he talked to his men.

She looked out at the street, needing to have a few minutes to understand what had happened.

She was teasing in her remark about cutting her hair. Because of the way she'd grown up on the commune, she rarely trimmed the length because she couldn't shake the idea that a woman's hair was a show of femininity. That was the same reason why she went braless and wore no makeup. It was her right as a woman to do what she wanted.

"Babe?"

She turned. Priest motioned for her.

Approaching him, he held his arm up and palmed the back of her neck, bringing her to his side. "I need to get the meeting started. The other women are inside. Are you going to be okay staying here until I'm done?"

She nodded, okay on her own. Right now, she needed to surround herself with other women and think about what had happened and why Priest reacted badly toward her joking about cutting her hair.

Inside, he stepped in front of her, stopping her from going to the others. "What's wrong?"

She loved that he was in tune with her, and they were on the same vibe. Moistening her lips, she whispered, "You can't tell me what to do with my hair."

He cocked his brow.

She lifted her chin, bolstered by him not shutting her down. "You can't tell me what to do with my hair, Michael. That's not cool," she whispered.

"If I told you your hair turns me on like this with it all blown out and big..." His mouth softened. "And, that I like it when it's wet and clinging to your back in such a way, the end of the strands tickle your ass." He moved closer. "Or when the wind blows, and a curl gets stuck on your bottom lip, it gives me all kinds of ideas on what I want to do with your sexy mouth. If I told you ten other things I liked about your hair, will you never cut it? For me?"

Aware that her lips had parted and her breath came out in shallow pants, she nodded. When he put the request that way, she was happy to leave her hair natural. It was the way she wanted to wear it anyway.

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