Page 25 of The Savage Outlaw

Eden covered her mouth. “That’s disgusting.”

“I can’t believe I’m talking to you right now and not just fucking your pretty little brains out. Fucking you so hard and good you’ll forget what you know about nursing. You showed up, wasted my time, drank our booze, threw up, and ate Muffin’s legendary food. You saw some tits, watched me fuck some uselessdeeceewhore, and now you get to leave.”

Priest turned away and Eden felt a crushing pain in her chest. She caught herself bending her knees—this time willingly. Ready to drop to her knees and grab for Priest. Wrestle that insanely impressive dick out of his jeans and suck him off. Was that the price? Fair enough then.

It wasn’t like Eden hadn’t been thinking about it for a while now. Yeah, she was a nurse and, yeah, she was a professional. But she had needs. Wants.Desires. Fantasies.

Last night slipped through her fingers. It was the blood that did it. All that blood, all over Priest. The intense violence. The way the bikers just did whatever they wanted, right out in the open, not worried for a second about the police showing up. Orthe fact that no matter how much noise they made or whatever they did, no police did show up.

These guys weren’t just scary. They were powerful.

As Eden lowered herself down, a voice appeared from behind Priest.

“Did you eat breakfast without me?”

A woman’s voice. Slightly familiar. Eden popped back up like nothing naughty had crossed her mind.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Priest growled.

Right behind the woman came two men. Slade and Darrow.

“You let her in?” Priest snapped.

“No choice, brother,” Slade said. “She started talking crazy.”

Darrow showed his hands and shook his head.

“What’s the issue? Can’t a wife come see her husband?”

“Angelica, you don’t belong here,” Priest said.

“But that little nurse whore behind you does?” Priest’s wife asked. She waved and smiled. “Oh, I see you over there, honey. Do you fuck all the patients you treat?”

Priest turned his head and looked at Eden. “You have to leave.”

Yeah, no shit. Your wife is here!

Eden felt confused and mad at herself. How could she have forgotten that Priest was married? This woman—his wife—had shown up at the hospital. It didn’t really matter if there was love or hate or whatever was there, married was married. Priest was a married man. And Eden had slept in his bed. Yeah, nothing remotely sexual happened, but still.

Or the fact that Eden was just about to fall to her knees before Priest, willing to suck his dick for anyone to see, all because she wanted protection from her psycho ex who attacked her.

She knew she had to leave, but leaving alone felt dangerous. Yet the biker she wanted protection from now had to deal with his wife.

“Darrow, go find Drix and Dolph,” Priest said. “They’re escorting Eden home.”

Priest didn’t break his stare with Eden the entire time.

“You two are cute,” Angelica said.

Priest turned his head and looked at his wife. Eden wasn’t sure what to do next here.

Thank Priest? Kiss him on the cheek? Pat him on the back or his ass? Grab his hand?

She simply just walked forward through the clubhouse, taking one last look at the drunken sleeping outlaws and the mostly naked women scattered throughout. Priest’s wife stepped into Eden’s path.

“Did you fuck my husband?” Angelica asked.

Eden’s nostrils flared. “If you were a half decent wife, you would have been here to take care of him.”

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