Page 80 of His Road Dog

"Miss, you can't go in there." A biker hooked her arm and pulled her back from the open doorway.

"I'm looking for Priest," she said.

"He'll be out in a sec." The guy dipped his chin. "Name's Hammer."

"Nicole." She smiled, knowing he was a Tarkio member by his vest. "Can I wait in the hallway?"

"Sure thing." Hammer grinned and motioned with his chin. "Or you can go with me and crack open the whiskey and settle in for the night."

"Oh, I don't think—"

"She's off-limits," said Priest behind her.

Relieved, she turned and walked into his arms. "All done?"

"Yeah." Priest looked at Hammer. "Tell the others if they haven't heard."

"Will do, Prez." Hammer slapped him on the shoulder. "Just messing with you. Congratulations."

Priest guided her through the main room out the front door. She waited for him to get on the Harley and said, "Good news?"

"About?" He threw his leg over the motorcycle.

"I don't know. Hammer told you congrats. I thought maybe you got good news."

His beard shifted with a grin. "If I tell my MC brothers not to touch you, it means you're mine. Only mine. That's what the congratulations meant."

"I'm yours?" Pleasure filled her, and she smiled. "What about you? Should I tell all the women I met today that you're mine, and they can't touch you?"

His hands came off the handlebars. "Babe."

She leaned closer, liking the idea that he wouldn't allow other men to be with her. She wanted to make sure she was the only one for him.

"You're mine," he said.

"Right..." She kissed him. "But what about you?"

"What about me?"

"Monogamy isn't something I was raised around." She shrugged. "But I love the thought that you only want to be with me. Seriously, love it. It's doing weird, but good, things inside of me."

His gaze dropped to her mouth. She stroked his face. Could they be content with only each other?

"I don't think I want to share you with others," she whispered.

His gaze lifted. "Keep me satisfied, and I'll never need other women."

His deep voice thrummed inside her chest. She kissed him longer, inhaling in satisfaction. "I'll keep you so satisfied, you'll beg me to leave you alone so you can rest."

"Don't count on it. I might be old, but I'm not dead." He chuckled against her lips. "Get on, babe. Let's go run your errands and go home."

She slid onto the seat behind him, hugging his waist. Riding on the back of the motorcycle was getting easier. She was no longer awkward and fearful of falling off.

They made it to Sally's Style Barn before closing time. Nicole walked inside, the chemical scents hanging in the air gave her goosebumps. She hoped coming back was the first step to making things right with Kristi.

"I'll be right there," yelled Kristi from the back room.

She looked around the waiting area, contentment washing through her. For how much she thought she'd enjoy the time off of working, she missed cutting hair. It was a routine she'd grown to love.

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