Priest: A Motorcycle Club Romance (The Viking’s Rampage MC: Tucson Chapter Book 2)

Priest was the last person I’d expected to see at the door when I opened it. I knew at some point he was going to show back up. And to be fair, he’d kept in contact over the last week, so it wasn’t like he’d disappeared like before. I just hadn’t been ready for him this soon. Especially not looking like the hot mess I currently was. I was in jean shorts and an old raggedy t-shirt that I’ve never been able to throw out, while I cleaned.

I was still sifting through and processing everything the girls had told me. I’d had another talk with Mom and asked her what she thought about her daughter dating a biker. She had only said as long as she got grand babies she didn’t care. I’d mentioned the four who came with Priest, a small head start as far as she was concerned. I knew she was already hearing the wedding march song. I swore I woke up one morning to her measuring me for a dress. She claimed she was bringing me breakfast in bed, but the distinct lack of breakfast, and the soft tape measure in her hand, had called her bluff.

Priest’s eyes narrowed at my question, but he didn’t look pissed. He seemed to be contemplating how best to deal with me. I wasn’t trying to be a pain in the ass, I was just so conflicted. Nothing he’d done so far had reassured me that my heart was safe with him.

That realization struck like lightning. That was what I was waiting on. A declaration saying I was his. A wild kiss in the darkness. Even explaining what had happened before wasn’t enough. I needed him to prove to me he was going to put me first. Not before his daughters. Or even his club necessarily. Fine, I didn’t need to be first, but I did need to be a priority. I needed to know he wouldn’t drop me at a moment’s notice just because the club, or anyone else who was more important pulled at him. I needed to be included.

“Can I come inside?”

That was a dangerous game. My mom wasn’t even home to be a buffer between us. Still, I wasn’t going to make him stand on the porch in the heat. That was a bit more rude than I was willing to be. I stepped back, my answer to his question.

He gave me a heated look as he came inside. He already thought he’d won. That irritated me a little. This wasn’t a game to me. There was no winning and losing when it came to my feelings for the jerk. There was just happiness or utter devastation.

“Why are you here?” I asked again.

“I came to see you.”

“Yeah, I got that, but why?”

He moved forward, his huge body backing me into the wall next to the door. When I went to duck out of the way, his hand shot forward. I was left staring at a muscular, veiny forearm. Why was that so sexy? It really shouldn’t be.

It would be sexier still if it was wrapped around me.

“What are you doing?” It came out as a whisper.

“I told you the other day, Taz. You’re mine. You don’t seem to believe me when I say it.”

“Can you blame me?” I snapped, a hand going to his chest as I tried to shove him away. I needed space. To think. To breathe. Sucking in a shuddering breath, my nipples scraped against his chest. My silent plea for space was ignored and if anything he leaned in closer. My body was already screaming for relief. Only from his hands and mouth, not from his distance.

I closed my eyes in a failing attempt to get myself under control. Anytime he came near this was how my body reacted to him. It made it damn hard to remember why I was hesitant to trust him again. I opened my eyes and tried again.

“No. I fucked up. I realize that. But I’m telling you now. It’s not going to happen again.”

The urge to tell him ‘I’ll believe it when I see it’ was so strong the words nearly spilled from my lips. I managed to bite them back at the last second. Issuing a challenge to a man like this was a dangerous move and I wasn’t stupid.

“Okay.” Funny, that one word was filled with more attitude than even I thought possible.

His jaw flexed as he ground his teeth together. His voice came out as a low growl. “I know you don’t trust me, Taz, but you’re going to have to get over that.”

There was no holding back the harsh laugh. It forced its way up from my gut and it was full of bitterness. “Sure. I’ll go ahead and jump right on that, Priest. And stop calling me that.”

“Taz?”

“Yes,” I gritted out. “It’s insulting.”

Genuine surprise flickered in his gorgeous brown eyes. “It’s not meant to be insulting.”

“You named me that when I was running around cleaning in panic mode,” I told him wryly. “How else am I supposed to take it?”

One side of his mouth kicked up in a smirk. “Take it as a loving nickname. The cleaning may have inspired it, but you’re always charging around in the middle of one task or another.” He leaned in closer until his lips brushed my ear. My eyes fluttered closed. “Maybe I’ve been wondering what it’d be like to have all that energy focused on me. What you’d be like writhing beneath me as I fuck you. Will you still be my little tornado then?”

I couldn’t breathe. No matter how much I willed my lungs to suck in air, they weren’t cooperating. Hearing Priest say such dirty, delicious things to me had robbed me of all sanity. I was a woman with needs and it just so happened that the object of all my desires was currently pressed up against me, whispering filthy things into my ear. There’s only so much a girl could take.

Turning my head toward his, I trailed my lips over the rough stubble of his five o’clock shadow. I’d never seen him with a beard, but he almost always had this stubble and I loved it. It rasped against my skin, shooting sparks all the way down to my toes. I was playing with fire, but I was so tired of overanalyzing the situation. I just wanted to feel.

Our mouths met and I sank into his kiss with a sigh. His tongue traced the seam of my lips and I opened for him. I knew this was going to make it that much harder if things didn’t go anywhere between us, but at least I’d have this one memory afterward.

His hands slid into the hair at my temples and clamped down, holding my head still. I wasn’t sure if he thought I was going to change my mind, but it was clear he wasn’t letting me go anywhere.

The decision was made. My mind made up. I wanted him too badly to deny myself at least one time with him. If he truly meant what he’d said about wanting me to be his, I was on board. A week of agonizing came down to one simple fact: if I didn’t give him another chance I could be missing out on everything I’d ever wanted.

If I walked away from him with a broken heart, at least I’d tried. I’d figure out a way to live on without him. For now, I was going to bask in the pleasurable sensations he was creating within my body.

“Where’s your room?” he rumbled against my lips.

“Down the hall, second door on the right,” I answered breathlessly.

He released his hold on my hair, but before I could lead the way, his hands went to my hips. I gasped when they kept going and slipped around and covered my ass, lifting me into the air. Instinctively my legs went around his hips to help hold myself against him.

He’d lifted me like I weighed no more than a bag of feathers. Granted, he was a huge guy, but I wasn’t a tiny woman. The world spun as he turned and started down the hall.

His hands were still gripping my ass, fingers digging into my flesh. He groaned and leaned forward, his mouth latching onto my neck.

My head dropped back as he raked his teeth over my sensitive skin. It’d been far too long since I’d felt a man’s mouth on me. Even so, I was pretty sure Priest’s felt better than any who’d come before him.

I grunted as we hit the wall. He wasn’t paying attention to where we were going and had taken the turn too soon. Muttering curses under his breath his lips broke contact with my skin long enough for him to find the doorway.

He kicked the door shut behind us and I let out a laugh as he dropped me back on my bed. I scrambled backward just enough to give him space to crawl on top of me and still half his body hung off the mattress.

We were kissing again as he laid his hard body on top of mine. I relished his weight shoving me down into the bed. The feel of his heavy muscles pressed against my body.

He bit my bottom lip, then wasted no time working his way lower. The sound of rending fabric made me gasp. He’d just taken my shirt in both hands and ripped it down the middle.

“Priest!”

He didn’t bother to look up, instead he’d buried his face between my breasts. His hand delved under my back and with a flick he unhooked my bra.

I didn’t have the breath to scold him about ruining one of my favorite shirts because he jerked my bra off and those wide, calloused hands were cupping my breasts.

His thumb swiped over my nipple and I bit my lip, trying to hold back the pleas that were building in my chest. Desire darkened his eyes from a deep brown to almost black. He gave me a wicked grin before he dropped his head.

My back arched, shoving my breast more firmly toward him. He sucked hard on the nipple in his mouth, causing me to cry out. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was grateful my mom wasn’t here. Judging by the fact that he had me moaning and whimpering within the first few minutes there was no way I’d be able to stay quiet. Thank God she wasn’t going to be here to hear this.

“These are fucking perfect,” Priest muttered against my skin, dragging his lips over to my other breast and licking that lonely tip.

“They’re small,” I panted.

His eyes flashed up and met mine. He lifted his head slightly, his bottom lip hovering just above my aching peak. “I’m the one doing the fucking judging here, Taz. They’re perfect,” he insisted, then went back to showing me how much he liked them.

My breasts had always been super sensitive. Every pull and draw from his mouth shot pleasure straight from my nipples to my clit, making it throb in time with his suckling.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and ground my pussy against him. It didn’t matter that we both had our jeans on, I had to have friction against my needy pussy.

“Bad girl,” he said with a nip to my rib cage. He sat up until he was on his knees between my splayed thighs. With one hand he reached behind him and dragged his shirt over his head.

My eyes greedily took in every inch of his exposed skin. When his shirt was finally off, I sat up and gave into the temptation and licked the tattoo curling around his left nipple.

His huge hand cupped the back of my head, holding me there while I flicked the tip of my tongue over him. His groan vibrated beneath my lips.

My gasp was sharp when he fisted his hand in my hair and dragged my head back, away from his skin. I fought back the pout, but my lower lip stuck out.

“You’ll have your chance another time, Taz. It’s my turn to taste you.”

He dragged me down to the bed, the bite of my hair pulling against my scalp only making me hotter, wetter.

“You’re going to lay there like my good girl and take what I give you.”

My eyes widened at his words, and my lips parted. Hearing him call me that sent delicious shivers down my spine. I liked it. Liked that I could please him. And I wanted to please him badly.

His hands pulled my jean shorts off my body, taking my panties with them. A momentary flash of embarrassment washed over me. What if he didn’t like my body? What if my ass jiggled too much? This was the worst part of sleeping with someone for the first time.

Priest’s eyes raked hungrily over me, leaving no spot left unexamined. Heat threatened to drown me in the molten lava pit of my desire. The look on his face assured me he liked what he was seeing.

“I’ve been waiting so long to see this gorgeous body. There’s one part of you I’ve been fucking coming to the thought of though,” he told me, voice low and husky.

“What-” He’d been thinking about me while he…did that?

His hands went to my hips and flexed. My world spun as he flipped me on the bed.

“Fuuuuck me.” His hands went directly to my ass, gripping my cheeks.

My face heated with embarrassment. My thighs and butt had always been my insecure spots.

“This is so incredibly sexy.”

I gasped as I felt him tug my cheeks apart. There was zero reason for him to be staring at my asshole. I turned as much as I could with him straddling the back of my thighs and slapped at him. “Stop that.”

“No way,” he growled. “This perfect little ass is all mine, Taz. Don’t you fucking forget it.”

He was back to kneading instead of holding me open, so I didn’t swat at him again. Air brushed over my back as he leaned down and I yelped when his teeth closed over my flesh. He’d just bitten me on the butt.

“What’s wrong with you?” I asked him, shooting a glare over my shoulder.

“I have a thing for juicy asses and thick thighs,” he growled back. “Fucking sue me.”

He shifted off me and suddenly I was, once again, on my back staring up at the ceiling. My pussy clenched as a tremor of ecstasy raced over me. I loved that he was able to toss me around, putting me wherever he pleased. It was so hot.

Without bothering to take his own jeans off, he dove between my legs. The loud moan that burst from between my lips would have embarrassed me if I wasn’t already drowning in pleasure.

He gave me a long, slow lick from my opening to my clit. “Delicious.”

I couldn’t respond because after that one word he’d gone to work, devouring me like I was an ice cream cone on a hot summer’s day. His tongue was circling my clit, edging me closer and closer to that precipice.

It’d been so long since I’d had an orgasm and suddenly I was worried about the speed at which this one was barreling down on me. It was going to break me, I just knew it.

“Priest,” I whimpered.

He hummed in his throat, one hand going to my hip to pin me against the bed while his other delved between my legs.

Oh God.

He plunged a long, thick finger inside me and started rubbing my G spot. There was no holding back while he showered attention on my clit, filled me with his finger, and rubbed that spot.

My orgasm slammed into me like a runaway train. I didn’t bother to try to stifle my scream. I arched up into him as my mind fractured into blissful pieces.

Pussy clenching around his finger, I heard his chuckle as though it were far off.

“That’s it, Baby. I fucking love hearing you scream. Next time you’ll be screaming my name, though.”

I didn’t bother to respond to him, wouldn’t have been able to even if I wanted to. I was floating, the aftermath of tingles making me feel loose and relaxed. It wasn’t hard to enjoy the moment.

His hand grasped my chin and I gazed up at him. “There you are. I want to watch those pretty eyes cloud over while I fuck you.”

My eyes widened as I felt him settle between my legs, his dick sliding through the wetness of my pussy. He paused before shoving inside, looking down at me. I hadn’t even been aware of him taking off his boots or jeans, I was so busy riding the high he’d given me.

He thrust forward and lowered his head to catch my gasp in his mouth. He kissed me hard as he picked up the pace. The sounds echoing off the walls of my childhood bedroom were filthy and so hot I clenched around his thick cock.

I hadn’t even gotten to see it yet, though judging by the feel of him stretching me wide, he was packing a monster. Considering how big of a man he was, I wasn’t all that surprised. It seemed like there was no end to it, it just kept going deeper.

His lips released mine and he started tonguing my nipples as he picked up the pace. My thoughts fragmented and all I could focus on now was chasing the next orgasm.

“I want you to come all over my cock, Taz.” He pushed up on his arms, his intense gaze catching mine. The muscle in his jaw flexed as he gritted the demand out from between clenched teeth.

“I’m going to make you come over and over again, until you wonder if you’re going to die from pleasure,” he promised me. “But not this time. Your tight little pussy has me ready to bust inside you already. So come for me, Baby. Now.”

Our bodies slapped together as he pounded into me. Between his dirty words and the sensations building within me, I couldn’t resist. I obeyed his command and fell apart underneath him again. He’d been right before, I screamed his name as the waves of bliss battered me.

He dropped his head and growled in my ear as he followed me over. I felt his cock twitch, deep inside me, and then the wash of his cum filling me.

It took me a few minutes, while I was boneless with pleasure, before I realized the implications of that. “Priest,” I yelped.

He grunted, rolling his heavy weight off me, and taking me with him. I ended up sprawled against his chest. Shoving up, I stared down at him in disbelief.

“Did you use a condom?”

He pried one eye open. “No.”

My jaw dropped. “What? I’m not on birth control, Priest!”

A slow smile spread over his face as his eyes dropped closed again. “Good. I hope you give me a baby, Taz.”

I smacked his chest, which had both his eyes opening as he glowered at me. “I can’t just give you a baby, asshole!”

“Why not? You’re mine.”

That made me freeze, even though I was still angry at him. He sighed when he saw the indecision on my face.

“I wouldn’t have slept with you if I wasn’t planning to keep you forever. I want you to be my old lady, Taz. You’re already mine.” His arms tightened around me. “Make it official.”

“We hardly know each other, Priest.”

“I’m looking forward to getting to know everything about you. I just want my claim on you while I do so.” His eyes searched my face, asking me silently to agree.

It was crazy. It was sexy. It was exactly what I wanted. I was done running from him. “Okay.”

His eyes narrowed. “Okay, what, Taz?”

“I’ll be your old lady.” I laughed when he flipped me again, pinning me beneath his huge body. He wiped the grin off my face when he kissed me.

By the time we came back up for air, I was ready to go again. How was it possible that he could have my body thrumming in anticipation after having just given me two orgasms?

His hands slid over my body and I was tempted to let him have his way again, but it reminded me of our earlier argument. He’d derailed it by asking me to be his. “You really want another baby?”

“Fuck yeah,” he rumbled in my ear as he sucked on the lobe. He nibbled on it, shooting sparks down my spine. “I want as many as you can give me.”

“What about…everything?”

“We’ll deal with it, Taz. One thing at a time.”

“Fine, but I’m going on birth control for now.” His head snapped up and he scowled at me. “Just until things calm down a bit.” I tilted my head and gave him back my own glare. “If you have any STDs I’m going to kick your ass.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Haven’t had sex in years, Baby. I’m clean.”

“Years?” I asked doubtfully. How was it possible a sexy guy like him didn’t have women lining up to be in his bed?

“You don’t believe me. One thing you’ll learn about me, Taz, is I don’t lie. I may not tell people much about my life, but I don’t lie when I do. I’ve been too busy and not interested in random pussy.”

That made the tightness in my chest loosen and I sighed in contentment as he rolled us onto our sides and pulled me in close to his body.