Page 18 of The Savage Outlaw

“Thank you for all you do,” Maggie said. “Your job must be insane.”

“Yours must be too,” Eden said as she watched a scene of a topless woman on top of a biker.

Maggie looked and laughed. “Oh, yeah. Skylar and Custer have been going at it all night. She’s just teasing him. I think that’s how he likes it.”

“Old bastard can’t get hard I bet,” Priest said. “Two beers, Maggie. Eden and I have to clean up and talk.”

Maggie climbed back over the bar and retrieved two cold beers. Priest grabbed both with one hand.

As they walked by Custer and Skylar, Priest leaned down and said, “Nice to see you too, old man.”

Custer turned his head, smiling with the drunkest eyes Eden had ever seen.

“He’s alive! Back from the dead!” Custer howled.

Literally howled. He threw his head back and made a drunken wolf sound. Eden didn’t intend on looking at Skylar’s large breasts, but it was hard not to.

“Good luck with him,” Priest said to Skylar.

Skylar puckered her lips at Priest. Then she went back to giving Custer the attention of her large chest. Priest tugged at Eden again and they were on their way.

Eden felt her heart racing faster by the second. It felt like being in the devil’s lair and going deeper by the second. No longer outside. No longer breathingnon-outlaw oxygen. The clubhouse had a very distinct smell.

Finally Priest opened a door. He pushed Eden in and her nose felt attacked once more with only the smells an outlaw could provide. A distinct scent of musk, leather, a mild touch of cologne, and maybe the smell of…sex…

Priest handed Eden a beer. “Sorry about the blood on your shirt.”

“I have so many questions but I don’t want to know.”

“Oh, you want to know, doll,” Priest whispered with a growl. “You desperately want to fucking know. Start with a shower though. Get yourself cleaned up.”

Priest walked to a dresser and opened a random drawer. Eden found herself curling her lip, telling herself there was no way in hell she would accept clothing from another woman. Not some biker slut. Or some ex of Priest’s.

When Priest turned, he tossed a shirt at her.

“A little oversized for you, but you’ll look sexy as fuck in it,” he said.

The T-shirt smelled just like Priest. She unfolded it and sawSOFRAWwritten in big white letters across the chest.

“I have some panties in here too if you’re interested,” Priest said with a grin. “Some are clean. Some aren’t.”

“That’s fucking disgusting,” Eden said, frowning as her stomach turned.

“Did I invite you here? No. You showed up.”

“And I want to leave.”

“Go take a shower, doll,” Priest said, pointing to a half open door.

Eden glanced and saw the shower. It did feel comforting. Not that she planned on taking a shower in a biker clubhouse. But she really did want to get her shirt off and clean up a little. Wearing the blood from a stranger wasn’t uncommon to her, but this setting was far different.

“It’s clean, Eden,” Priest said.

Eden.

She sucked in a breath at the sound of her name coming from Priest’s mouth. Chills didn’t move through her body but rather between her legs. That made her move, quickly.

Once in the bathroom, Eden turned the lock on the door only to find it spun completely around.

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