Page 74 of Priest

“Baby, that’s not my jacket.”

I turned the jacket around so that she could see the back. Her eyes widened and then her mouth dropped open. September pressed her hands against her mouth and screamed, which caused the other patrons, tattoo artists, and piercers to look up.

Fang stood behind her with a smirk on his face as he bobbed his head in approval.

“Are you serious, Priest?”

I smirked and pulled her close to me. “What you think, old lady?” I asked.

I lowered my head and covered her lips with mine. She moaned underneath me but pulled back when everyone else whistled and did catcalls. I laughed as she hit me in the chest.

“Priest, I love it,” she replied as her eyes moistened.

“Try it on,” I urged before I helped her into the jacket.

It was black leather with our patch: a plume of smoke rising from the infinity symbol between the top and bottom rockers. The name Immortal Descendants was on the top rocker, and Cherokee Springs, GA, was on the bottom rocker.

Above the patch were the words “Pampered Princess” and then underneath that in cursive font were the words “Priest’s Old Lady.” On the right sleeve were the words “head bitch.”

She ran her hands along the sleeves of the jacket and then looked at me with pride in her eyes.

I took her fingers in mine and led her out of the tattoo shop.

“Wait, where’s my other jacket?” she asked before she climbed on the bike.

“It’s right here,” I answered and patted the bag that I was about to stow away.

She nodded and climbed onto the bike. When I climbed on, she wrapped her arms around me and pressed those thick thighs against me just the way I liked. I started the bike, closed my eyes, and whispered a little prayer as I always did before I rode; a prayer of thanks for the ability to ride and protection over me during my travels.

We pulled up at the clubhouse a little over twenty minutes later. September had become comfortable with coming to the clubhouse, even when I had to leave her here for extendedperiods. She had built a beautiful relationship with Bell, Kyte, Juicy, Torch, and some of the girlfriends of the other men. As for the club whores, they kept their distance from her, but they gave her a grudging respect because of who she was to me.

“What’s going on, Priest?” she asked as we climbed off the bike.

“What you mean?”

“There’s no one out here. It’s like a ghost town.”

“Low and Red are out here,” I stated and pointed to the two prospects who patrolled the parking lot.

“I’m talking about the rest of the members,” she replied and rolled her eyes.

There were always people coming and going in the clubhouse.

“Shit. I don’t know. Let’s see what’s up,” I stated and took her hand again.

She glanced up at me again with a look of disbelief but allowed me to lead her into the club. The minute I pushed the doors open, everyone yelled, “Surprise!”

September jumped and then threw her hands up to her mouth. She looked at me and then at them and back at me again. Her eyes stayed wide, just like her hands stayed over her mouth.

“Dramatic ass. You gonna say something?” I asked and nudged her.

Everyone else laughed, and I had to pry her hands away from her mouth. She pulled her hands right back up but then pressed them over her eyes.

“Girl, please,” I teased. “Li’l ass doing too much.”

She peeled her hands away, and I couldn’t help but laugh along with everyone else.

“You guys,” she remarked with a moan. “Thank y’all so much.”

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