Priest: A Motorcycle Club Romance (The Viking’s Rampage MC: Tucson Chapter Book 2)
Priest: A Motorcycle Club Romance: Chapter 28

I frowned as Priest pulled me down the stairs and back out into the heat of the night. The nights were only starting to cool down a little now that summer was over. I was ready for the cooler temperatures that winter would bring.

“Priest,” I called out as he dragged me back out to his bike. “Where are we going?”

In answer, he pulled me in and wrapped his arms around me gently. He was breathing heavily and I craned my head back to try to catch a look at his face. He had it buried in the crook of my neck, making it impossible to read his expression.

“Give me a minute,” he breathed against my skin.

I was happy to wrap my arms around him and sink into his embrace. It’d been a hell of a night. Everything had hit me while I’d sat in that confession room. I’d cried long enough that my head had been killing me by the time I was done. I wouldn’t change what had happened tonight, but the guilt was tearing me up inside. I’d killed a man. How was I going to live with that?

Priest pulled back and cupped my face in his hands. “Thank you.”

I blinked and shook my head. “Don’t thank me for what I did.” The last word came out on a choked sob.

His fingers tightened until they were digging into my skin. “You saved my daughters’ lives. All four of them, Taz.”

My chest tightened and I tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall. “I put them in danger,” I cried out.

His grip gentled and he pulled me back against him as I lost the battle with my grief. Tears tracked down my face, wetting his t-shirt and cut. “None of us realized he’d be able to find her. We thought we’d covered all the bases. This was going to happen, if not tonight, then tomorrow, or the next day. All that matters is that when push came to shove you stood up for them. Stood between them and danger.”

“I wouldn’t ever let anything happen to them,” I told him, voice muffled against his chest. “I love them.”

“I know you do. And I love you.”

Sobs wracked my body. “I…love you…too.”

“Why all the tears, Baby?”

“I killed him,” I whispered in a horrified tone. “The feel of the shovel hitting his head… Seeing him drop like that…”

He rocked me back and forth as he tightened his hug around me. “What would have happened if you hadn’t hit him?”

“He was going to shoot you.” There was a chance that Priest might have been able to disarm him, but in the moment I’d been so scared for his life I’d just reacted. “I couldn’t stand by and do nothing.” I hiccupped my way through the sentence.

“Taking a life is hard,” he soothed. “Trust me, I understand that. The only thing that helps is remembering your reasons for doing so. You knew if he shot me he’d be coming after you next.”

I shook my head. “I didn’t care about myself-”

“I know. But if he got through you…”

“The girls,” I whispered, more tears welling in my eyes. I leaned back and looked up into his face. “I couldn’t let him get the girls.”

He leaned down and kissed the butterfly bandage that was covering the wound on my forehead. “He’d have killed Gabby, Taylor, and Cassie. He’d have taken Cait and would have eventually killed her. Who knows what horrors she’d live through until then.” His eyes darkened as he spoke. It couldn’t have been easy for him to vocalize the grim future his daughters might have had, but he was doing it so he could help me.

My heart hurt with how much I loved him. It ached and I yearned to get so close to him that I burrowed into him. I wanted to be so close nothing could break us apart. It wasn’t a rational feeling, but my emotions were so overwhelming in the moment it’s what I needed. I knew how to gain that closeness.

Pushing up onto my toes, I kissed him. He shook his head. “I don’t want to hurt you anymore than you were tonight.” His hand gently went to my ribs.

“I can hardly feel them,” I insisted. “The pain meds the medic gave me helped a lot, so did bandaging them.” I poked at my ribs while holding his gaze. “Promise. Please Priest. Even if it hurts…I need you.”

Indecision played across his features, but finally he kissed me. A real kiss this time. All thoughts of Chet and his body fled my mind, replaced with Priest. He was all I wanted to think about. He seemed to understand what I needed because he crushed me against his body and kissed me as though his life depended on it.

It was clear to me that we both needed the closeness and the release. I moaned against his lips. We were outside and though the lights from the property didn’t brighten this end of the parking lot much, they still had members who patrolled the compound at night.

“Wait. We should go back inside,” I whispered. “Someone’s going to see us.”

“Let them,” he growled. He turned me away from him, my back pressed against him while his hands roamed over my body.

“I thought you guys weren’t allowed to have sex outside the clubhouse?” I asked, remembering back to something Butcher had said.

He chuckled. “That’s only a rule for Butcher. Though, Butcher doesn’t know that. No one wants to see the shit he gets up to when fucking.”

“Priest,” I gasped as his hand snuck under my shirt and palmed my breast over my bra. The idea of someone seeing us was kind of sexy, only not when I knew I’d have to face them again. The idea of seeing someone who saw me in that position was horrifying.

He grumbled, but let go of my hip to dig into the pocket of his jeans. I looked back over my shoulder as he lifted his phone to his ear. “Hey. Take a break for the next half hour.” He listened to whoever he was speaking with, but his eyes were on me. He looked down at me with a glittering, wild gaze and it made goosebumps pop up on my skin. “Yeah, I’ll handle it until then.” He disconnected the call and shoved the phone into his back pocket. “There. No one will be out here patrolling.”

“Thank-” My grateful answer ended in a squeak when he flicked open the button on my jean shorts and shoved his hand inside.

His fingers curled as he cupped my pussy, making me gasp. “I need you, Taz.”

I moaned as he used the heel of his hand to rub my clit. All I could do was nod. I knew exactly what he meant. Desire was gripping me hard and all the emotions I’d been feeling had to go somewhere. We could help each other with that release.

He bent me forward over his bike and my forehead dropped down onto the leather seat. I flinched when I remembered the broken skin there. I probably looked like a freak with a butterfly bandage on my forehead and a wrapping around my ribs. The pain meds made it so I didn’t really feel much of either injury, but I hoped I hadn’t just started up the bleeding again.

All thoughts fled from my mind as he gently removed my bra—leaving the wrapping below it on—being careful not to jostle my ribs. I gasped when he bent and ripped my shorts and panties down my legs. There were no injuries to my legs, so he didn’t bother to be careful while removing them. I stepped out of one side, but he didn’t bother pulling them all the way off, just left them lying there.

Raising my head, I tried to turn to see what he was doing, but his huge hands on my hips pinned me against the bike. He held me still effortlessly as he swiped his tongue over my core.

My mouth dropped open as pleasure sparked through my veins. He was eating my pussy from behind. I groaned low in my throat as he shoved his face against me and started licking me. I should be embarrassed because he basically had his face buried against my ass so he could lap at me, but it felt too good to worry about it. My hands clenched down on the seat on either side of my head as I laid my cheek down on it. I stared at the chrome handlebars as he made my entire world shake…or maybe that was just my legs.

One hand left my hip, but the last thing I wanted was to run away, so I stayed where he’d put me. Panting hard, I tried to hold off the orgasm that was building too quickly.

His hand encircled the back of my thigh as his tongue disappeared off my clit. I whimpered at the loss. “Fuck, Taz. Even out here I can see how wet you are.” His other hand left my hip and his finger trailed up my inner thigh. “You’re mine,” he growled, cupping my pussy again.

“Yes,” I gasped out, unable to say anything else.

“Good. The thought of anyone else seeing this pretty pussy makes me want to rip them apart.”

I shook my head. There was no one else I wanted. Only him.

“Do you like getting eaten out in the middle of our parking lot? Stretched over my bike like a good little girl?”

I moaned and arched back toward him, trying to tell him nonverbally how much I needed him. My brain was so scrambled with desire I could barely speak. “Please,” I whimpered.

“Please what? What does my old lady want?”

“Fuck me!”

“Soon, Baby. But first I want another taste. And I want to finger fuck you. You’re waving that enticing pussy all over the place and I’m going to get my fill.” His voice was low and raspy and I could tell he was as turned on as I was.

I was grateful I had his bike to lean against, because he buried his face and tongue against me again and it was all I could do to keep my knees from buckling. It didn’t take him long to have me built right back up and trembling on the verge of an orgasm. As much as I needed it, I wasn’t sure I was ready. Everything that’d happened throughout the night had me over sensitized and feeling raw. Coming now was going to burst the dam that was holding it all in.

“Wait, Priest.”

He pulled back a little and bit my ass cheek, making me squirm. “No waiting. Give into it, Taz. Let go.” He moved forward again and his tongue started flicking my clit. One of his long fingers slid inside of me and stars exploded behind my eyes.

I tried to muffle the sounds of pleasure that were spilling from my lips, but he kept pushing me higher, stretching out my orgasm until my cries filled the still night air.

With one last lick he stood up and I heard the jingling of his belt. I was a melted pile of goo, bracing myself on his bike. I couldn’t have moved if I’d wanted to and I certainly didn’t want to. There was no more embarrassment or worry about being discovered. After that scream all of Tucson knew I was getting railed out here.

“You want me to fuck you, Taz?”

“Yes,” I moaned, arching my back and shoving my ass up in invitation.

“Tell me.”

“I want you to fuck me. Please, Priest.”

My eyes fluttered as he rubbed the head of his dick over my opening. I was already greedily wanting to come again. It didn’t matter that the last orgasm had opened up the dam, releasing every pent up emotion that existed within me. Now I wanted him to shatter me so I could let go of them and allow them to escape out of me.

“You’re so fucking wet, Baby.” We both groaned as he pushed forward and his dick slid inside of me. “You grip my cock so fucking tightly. Goddamn, you’re perfect.”

He grunted as he pulled out to the tip then slammed back inside my body. My mouth opened on a silent cry. I’d felt that thrust in my ribs, but I wasn’t about to stop him. It was more of an ache than sharp pain, so inside my head I cheered him on. This was how I needed it, how we both needed it. Hard, fast, and dirty. His hips pounded against my ass and the bike rocked below me as we absorbed his thrusts.

The friction he was creating had heat roaring through my system. His hands slid up my sides and forward so he could cup my breasts as he slammed inside of me. His fingers pinched my nipples and I cried out as they tingled and hardened further.

“Again,” I moaned into the leather seat.

He leaned over me, his body blanketing mine. Whispering in my ear, he asked, “You want me to pinch those pretty nipples again? Is that what you’re asking for, Baby?”

I nodded, eyes closing as the new angle caused him to stroke somewhere deep inside of me. I bit my lip to hold back the sudden need to beg him. It was all building up and pulling me down. His cock was rubbing so perfectly against me it was threatening to crack me open and I wasn’t sure I’d be fixable.

One hand stayed on my breast while the other stroked down my body. His fingers settled on my clit and I panted in anticipation. I needed it. I feared it. But I trusted him and I knew he would glue me back together afterward.

“That’s such a good girl. Come for me. Now,” he growled the last word as he rubbed my clit. His fingers twisted my nipple and the pain merged with the pleasure coming from his dick dragging in and out of me and I obeyed.

I sucked in a deep breath as my body broke apart. He shot me straight into the stars above. His fingers kept rubbing, causing my pussy to clamp down rhythmically on him. I was only vaguely aware of him groaning as his hands went back to my hips. He raised over me and lifted my right leg up onto the bike. He arranged my body, opening me so he could slam inside of me over and over as he chased his own release.

Finally, he seated himself as deep inside my body as he could and came. His cum filled me and I let out a soft sigh of pleasure. My mind was drifting, finally silent for the first time since I’d seen Chet breaking through the window.

His forehead dropped down onto my back, between my shoulder blades, as he enjoyed his own orgasm. Eventually, he pulled out of me, adjusted our clothing and picked me up in his strong arms.

I was relaxed in his hold—though I could feel the steady ache of my ribs as they let me know I’d done too much—as he walked across the lot toward the clubhouse. My body was sated and my mind was silent, so I ignored the thrumming of my ribs and drifted off. He had his arms around me and I felt love and trust wrapping around me like a soft blanket. I stirred as he tucked me back against him in bed. His lips brushed over the back of my head.

“Sleep, Baby.”

Again, I obeyed, more than happy to rest in his arms.