Priest: A Motorcycle Club Romance (The Viking’s Rampage MC: Tucson Chapter Book 2)
Priest: A Motorcycle Club Romance: Chapter 1

“Ugh, I’m going to punch Hush in the face when I see him,” I muttered, as I stood in front of the very last door I ever wanted to go through.

It was a gorgeous arid morning and the birds were singing. My heart was beating so hard in my chest, it felt like it was going to come crashing out. It was Hush’s fault I was standing in front of his MC’s clubhouse this early, and having a damn panic attack at the thought of seeing Priest again.

I’d met Priest in Texas when he and some of his brothers first came out to help the Austin MC celebrate a wedding, and then stayed to help with some trouble. I’d been instantly attracted to the man. We’d started getting to know each other and ended up spending one night together, not that anything promiscuous had happened…unfortunately.

No, Jenny. It’s better that you didn’t sleep with him since he texted you and told you that nothing could happen between us.

After he’d gone home to Tucson we’d exchanged texts and calls for a while and I thought something was building between us. I was already half in love with the stupid brute. Then he’d sent that text and I hadn’t heard from him again. There’d been no real explanation as to why he cut ties with me and it’d hurt me deeply. I hadn’t had long to overanalyze the situation however, because my life had spiraled out of control only a few weeks later.

I was close friends with the women of the Texas MC, but I hadn’t been available to help them when they were going through hard times over the last year because my grams had taken a turn for the worse. She was the reason I’d moved to Austin in the first place. I’d been so busy taking care of her that I hadn’t been available to help and that hurt my heart, but they hadn’t minded. I got the feeling they hadn’t wanted to put me in danger. The only good thing to come from Grams’ sickness was I had been too busy to think about Priest.

Grams died three weeks ago and had taken a huge chunk of my heart with her. My mom hadn’t been able to leave Tucson to help take care of her, so after losing Grams, I came back home. I hated to leave the friends I’d made in Austin, but I’d needed to come back and share in my grief with Mom. We were both lost without Grams.

My hair was slicked back into a ponytail, the curls cascading down my back in a waterfall. I’d always hated my curly hair and usually kept it shorter, but it’d grown out over the last six months and reached my waist now. If I didn’t tame it I ended up looking like the Scottish girl from the Disney movie, only with chocolate brown hair instead of shocking red. Brown eyes, brown hair, and my curvy figure made me a pretty average woman, or so I’d always thought. Priest had been one of the few men who’d made me feel special.

I steeled my nerves and went to knock on the door. Only, my knuckles didn’t rap on the wood. They were poised a few inches from the door as I tried to pull myself together. I’d only answered Hush’s call because…well, it was Hush. You never passed up the opportunity to talk to him, because it happened so rarely. Plus, he was a friend and I’d walk over hot coals for the people in my life that I loved.

Today was the first day I’d showered in a week. I was convinced I could live the rest of my life out on the couch, surrounded by candy wrappers as I ate my feelings. My hands went down and smoothed over my hips. They were ample and plump and the last thing I needed was to gorge on Ho-Ho’s, but a girl had to hold the crushing sadness at bay somehow.

My work had happily transferred me back to Tucson when I’d asked and hadn’t batted an eye when I told them I’d needed time off. Mom was still working. She dealt with her grief by throwing herself into every project she could find. I sat at home watching sad movies and sobbing into my ice cream. Who could blame me?

That just meant my curves were a tad fuller on my five-six frame these days. The door swung open and all I could do was gasp as the biggest man I’d ever seen in person—and that was saying something because Priest was a huge man and this guy was even bigger—mowed me down.

“Fucking Christ!” he bellowed as we both went down in a tangle of limbs. He landed on top of me, forcing all the air out of my lungs when his body made contact with mine.

Lying there, smothering underneath him, while he continued to throw every cuss word in the book at me. I wondered if this was how I’d die? A bit dramatic, but he weighed a ton. The only plus side to this was he was packed with muscles. I could feel each one pressed up against me. If I had to die, there were worse ways to go.

“Jenny?”

Oh no.

I buried my face in the bare chest covered in tattoos that was hovering above me. He smelled like man and sweat, but it wasn’t until I’d heard the voice coming from the doorway that my heart started racing and my blood heated.

Not now. Not like this.

“Hellfire, if you don’t get off her I’m going to tear you a new asshole.”

I peeked out from behind Hellfire’s chest—what kind of name was that—and saw Priest glaring down at both of us. I was already short of breath, but now my lungs gave up entirely as I exhaled. He looked furious—and damn delicious—and I wasn’t sure if it was because I was here, or that his MC brother was currently lying between my splayed thighs. Either way, we were in trouble.

“Aw, what the fuck?” Another guy walked up from somewhere behind us and crossed his muscular arms over his chest. The cut he wore told me he was a part of the MC, but even if that hadn’t clued me in the attitude and tattoos would have. He looked a bit younger than Priest, and had tattoos that went from the backs of his fingers all the way up under the sleeves of his t-shirt. He also had them on one side of his neck and barbed wire on the side of his head where his dark hair was cut short.

His glower made me nervous and I was ashamed to admit I wouldn’t want to meet him in a dark alley. “Lockout told me we weren’t allowed to fuck outside the clubhouse. Who changed the rules for them?” He motioned toward us.

My jaw dropped, cheeks heating at his crude words. A crowd was beginning to form now and Hellfire was still lying on top of me. He grinned down at me and gave me a wink. I blinked up at him in confusion. He had originally started to haul his bulky body off me, but as soon as Priest had arrived, he’d stayed put. Was he trying to piss Priest off? If so, it was working.

“They’re not fucking, Butcher,” Priest snarled at the man.

My eyes widened. I’d never seen him look so angry before. Granted I hadn’t known him for long, but he’d always been sweet to me, at least up until that last text.

His hand came down and grabbed Hellfire’s shoulder, wrenching him off me. Hellfire stumbled to his feet, telling Priest none of this was his fault. I was too busy sucking oxygen back into my lungs to care.

For some reason Priest was sans shirt as well and unlike when I was observing Butcher my eyes lingered as I checked out all the packed muscle and tattoos on Priest. Most of these guys were loaded with ink. It didn’t surprise me, bikers and tattoos seemed to go together. I still didn’t know much about MCs, though what I did know I’d learned from the Austin Chapter and my friends.

Priest wasn’t as covered in ink as some of these other guys but he had them on his arms and two on his chest. One tattoo swirled around his nipple and my mouth watered. I wanted to trace my tongue over it. Heat deepened the color in my face as the men kept arguing in front of me.

“Jesus are none of you gonna help the poor girl up?”

Hearing the southern drawl, I tilted my head backward until Hush came into view.

Priest finally made a move to help, but not before I was hauled to my feet by Hush and gripped in a bone-jarring hug.

“Hey, Girlie.”

“Hi, Hush,” I wheezed.

He loosened his grip enough that I could suck air into my lungs for the second time that day. I was surprised at the welcome. Hush and I had been friendly back in Texas, but not hugging friendly. He’d hardly touched anyone there. You were lucky if he spoke to you. I could always tell there was something deep and upsetting that weighed him down. It’d drawn me to him, even though he kept most people at arm’s length. Something had changed with him. I had a feeling that ‘something’ was the gorgeous woman who was walking up behind him, smiling.

“Is she yours?” I whispered to him. “She’s beautiful.”

“Yeah.” He let me go and turned to grin at the woman. “Jenny, this is my old lady, Seek. Seek, this is another friend from Texas, Jenny.”

Before I had a chance to raise my hand Seek had pulled me into her arms for her own hug. I was jealous of her athletically trim body. She could probably bench press me if she wanted to. Then again, my thighs would probably deter her. I was what my mother termed ‘pear shaped’. Big booty and big thighs. I’d grown to love them—most days.

“Hi Jenny!” Seek said while squeezing me almost as hard as her old man had. “I’ve really been looking forward to meeting you.”

My eyes went from Seek, to Hush, to a glowering Priest who was waiting on the sidelines. He was the last person I wanted to speak to. It was so embarrassing to have to even see him again, let alone now with everyone’s eyes on us. “I’m so glad to meet you, too.”

“Come on,” she said, looping her arm through mine. “We’ll go fill you in on why we asked you to come.”

I nodded and walked with her. Before we could brush past Priest—who was still blocking the entrance to the clubhouse—his fingers wrapped around my bicep, pulling us to a stop.

“Before we do that, Seek, I need a moment with Jenny.” His deep voice sent shivers skating over my skin. I didn’t want to cause problems, so I kept my mouth shut, but I didn’t really want to talk to him. Hush had asked me here on behalf of the MC and Priest was part of that club. I knew, as soon as I had agreed to see Hush, that I’d have to deal with Priest, too. There was no way to avoid any member of the club. It wasn’t easy to keep my mouth shut, but I managed by gnawing on the inside of my cheek.

I’d tried to tell myself many times since I’d met him that my reaction to him was ridiculous. He was just a man and one who hadn’t wanted me after all. My body didn’t give a flying shit. His hand was gripping me tightly and it made a thrill race down my spine. My body wanted him and the way my heart was pounding in my chest was a clear indication that my mind was being out voted on our feelings toward this biker. It left me a twisted mess because as much as a part of me didn’t want to be alone with him, the rest of me did.

Seek gave me a curious look. “Not to be rude, Priest, but it sort of looks like she would rather not speak with you.”

My eyes widened and I tried to wipe the emotion off my face. I hadn’t realized that others could read the conflict in my expression.

“Seek,” Hush growled, yanking her away from me and against his body. “Let him talk to the lady,” he muttered, dragging her through the clubhouse door.

“Nice to see manhandling is the way you all deal with things,” I said, before I realized the words had come out of my mouth.

The crowd chuckled at that, but Priest’s scowl darkened. His fingers tightened on my arm and without another word he also dragged me inside.