Priest: A Motorcycle Club Romance (The Viking’s Rampage MC: Tucson Chapter Book 2)
Priest: A Motorcycle Club Romance: Chapter 8

She felt so right in my arms. Fucking perfect. Like she’d always been meant to be there. I’d never regret the years I spent with Wendy. How could I when she gave me three out of four of my perfect daughters and had been a friend in the process? The bad times between us were in the past and I didn’t hold it against her, the same way she didn’t for me. But Wendy wasn’t my wife anymore. She wasn’t the woman I wanted.

That role belonged to Jenny. I couldn’t get her out of my head. She’d been stuck in there ever since I’d seen her at my friend’s wedding. Even after I’d broken things off with her she’d remained.

My eyes ached with exhaustion. The girls were all asleep in Gabby’s bed, curled together as though none of them wanted to be alone. I didn’t blame them. Even Caitlyn was part of the pack now.

“Come on, Taz,” I told Jenny, taking the mop she was still holding and setting it aside. “Let’s get some sleep.”

“Taz?” She blinked up at me with a frown puckering between her brows.

“Tasmanian Devil,” I answered. I liked it. It fit her well.

She didn’t respond to that, just shook her head. “I figured I’d take the truck home. I can come pick you up in the morning.”

“No way in hell I’m letting you drive home at midnight. You’ll sleep here.” I propelled her forward with a hand at the small of her back.

She must have been as tired as I was because it wasn’t until we stepped into Wendy’s room that she tried to bolt. “I can’t sleep in here.”

“We’re sleeping in here,” I corrected her. “It’s fine.”

“This is her room. Her bed,” she said, giving me a frustrated look. “It’s rude.”

I chuckled, but didn’t bother to mention that I paid for the house, the bed set, the mattress. Everything in this house I’d bought for my ex and my kids. I’d done so happily in order to allow my daughters the most time they could get with their mother. Everything I did was for my daughters. I wasn’t going to let their last year with their mother be a constant fight over money and basic amenities. I’d have bought them a palace if I had the money.

With this happening, I was glad they’d gotten the extra time over the last year. Wendy’s disease had progressed quickly. In fact, with how sick she’d been we hadn’t sent the girls back to school when it’d started. All so they could spend uninterrupted time with their mom. I stripped off my shirt, then the uncomfortable slacks. My lips twitched as Jenny’s eyes widened and stayed glued on my chest. I was only in my boxer briefs.

Flicking on the bedside lamp, I moved back over and turned off the overhead light before climbing into bed. Even my fucking bones were weary. I wasn’t an overly emotional guy, but having my oldest call and tell me that her mom had passed out, then hearing what I had at the hospital was enough to drain me.

“Take off your clothes and come to bed, Taz.” The nickname felt right on my tongue. I planned on using it from now on. Just another way to tether Jenny to me until I could take the time to fix things with her. If everything could just take a breath and give me a few damn minutes to adjust, it’d be nice.

Her eyes narrowed. “I’m not taking off my clothes.”

The way she tucked her arms around herself made me grin. “Just the shirt and pants. They won’t be comfortable to sleep in.” When she made no move to undress, I sighed. “Seriously. Take them off and come to bed or I’ll take them off and put you to bed.” It came out as more of a threat than I’d meant, but it got her ass into gear.

She glared at me, but started unbuttoning her shirt. She made a half-hearted attempt to turn away from me, but stopped mid turn. Maybe she wanted me to watch, or maybe she knew I was going to anyway. My eyes followed her lithe fingers as they released the buttons and she dropped the shirt onto a chair nearby. She hesitated, standing before me in her slacks and a lacy black bra.

Fuck. My tongue was glued to the roof of my mouth. She had such pretty tits. They weren’t huge, but were just the right size, and were being pushed up by the cups of the bra. I wanted to trail my tongue over those mounds. To feel how smooth and soft her skin was.

“What are you waiting for?”

“I can sleep in my pants,” she replied, a slightly desperate look in her eyes.

I shook my head, eyes roaming over her. “May as well be comfortable, Baby,” I told her.

She glared at me, but finally unbuttoned the slacks. The little booty shake she gave to get them off her hips had me biting back a groan of appreciation. She turned and folded the slacks before setting them on top of her shirt.

My dick was so hard it ached at seeing her in her panties. They didn’t quite cover her thick ass, giving me the slightest tantalizing look at her cheeks. I wanted to cup that sexy ass in my hands while I rammed my cock so hard inside of her she screamed my name.

Swallowing thickly, I held up the covers for her. Nerves and worry flitted across her face and I could only hope they kept her from noticing my raging hard-on. Otherwise she was going to run screaming from the bedroom. I knew she wasn’t ready for me to touch her. I had a lot of explaining to do before I could gain her trust back. She was being force fed the last year of my chaotic life in one evening. It was a lot for anyone to take in.

She crawled beneath the comforter and scooted over as far toward her edge of the bed as she could. She rolled onto her side, giving me her back.

I turned off the lamp and laid back down. It was too soon to push things, so I stayed put and didn’t crowd my way against her back even though I wanted to more than I wanted my next breath. If I were to throw my arm over her and press my hard dick against her ass, I really would have a full on Tasmanian Devil on my hands. Might be worth it…

We were lying in the darkness and it struck me that this was the perfect opportunity to start clearing the air. Fuck. I knew there wasn’t going to be time in the morning once the girls woke up.

“Wendy has cancer. Breast cancer.” My voice was low in the quiet of the room, as though talking too loud would pierce the peace that had settled around us.

“Oh Priest. I’m so sorry.”

The size of this woman’s heart was unbelievable. So many women would be pissed to be here, in the home of the woman I’d once been married to. Jenny had taken one look at Wendy’s situation and started cleaning and cooking for a woman she didn’t even know. She was going to make a great mother. A great wife. The perfect old lady.

My dick twitched at the thought of Jenny carrying my babies. I wanted as many kids as I could produce and I wanted them with my little tornado. I just needed to get her to forgive me first.

“I should’ve told you what was happening instead of sending that text,” I told her, meaning every word. “Wendy was back in chemo and was so sick she was having a hard time taking care of the girls. So they were living with me, and I was taking her to her appointments. Then all that shit kicked off in Texas and I was getting pulled in every direction all at once. I didn’t have the time to devote to you then. I kept thinking that once things settled down I’d have the time. Except that things never settled down.”

She’d rolled over and though it was dark in the room, I could see the outline of her body. I could feel her watching me. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I should have told you about Wendy and the girls, but she didn’t want anyone knowing she was sick. It embarrassed her.” I sort of understood it. I wouldn’t want others to know if I was sick either. “As for the club stuff, I couldn’t tell you.”

“I understand.”

There wasn’t any sarcasm in her voice. She really did get it. “Does that mean you forgive me, Taz?”

She was silent for a few long moments. I held my breath, waiting. “Yeah, Priest. I forgive you.” There was a mix of hope and desperation in her voice.

My grin was slow and predatory. I was across the tiny space in the bed before she could say anything else and my mouth was on hers. Groaning at the feel of her, I swiped my tongue over the seam of her lips, asking for entrance. She gasped in surprise at my sudden move and I used the opening to sweep my tongue into her mouth.

Her moan was deep in her chest and I echoed it. Shifting my body, I moved until I was lying between her thighs. It’d been too long since I’d gotten to kiss her and having her half naked in bed was too tempting to resist.

Cupping her tit, I flicked my thumb over her nipple. It beaded up beneath the lace and I trailed kisses down over her neck. My mouth closed over her lace covered nipple and I sucked hard. Her hips bucked hard against me, rubbing her pussy over my hard cock. I groaned in response.

“Priest,” she gasped. Her hands went to my head, but instead of holding me close, she was pushing against me.

I growled in irritation at being stopped when I’d been waiting so long to feel her sexy curves against mine, to taste her. “What?” I lifted my head. We were close enough that I could see the shadows of her features.

“We can’t…”

I dropped my head down onto her chest and fought to control my breathing. My cock twitched again, as though to remind me of what it wanted. Like I didn’t know. Rolling off her, I stared up at the ceiling.

“I’m sorry. I just… I understand why you did what you did, Priest. But you hurt me.”

My eyes closed as I heard the sadness in her voice. “I’ll make it up to you, Taz.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she said, hesitation threading through her words.

She didn’t really mean it. I knew it, but still aggravation flashed over me. I rolled again, covering her body with mine again. Her throat was smooth under my hand as I encircled it. She swallowed hard and I felt the movement against my palm.

“I don’t expect you to forgive me right away, Taz. But you need to realize something.”

“What?” she whispered.

She wasn’t struggling against my hold. I’d bet every fucking dollar I had that if I dipped my fingers beneath those lace panties she’d be soaked for me. I didn’t touch her though. She wasn’t ready and I wasn’t going to push her too fast.

“You’re mine. I’ll give you the time you need to come to grips with that, but you’re not getting away a second time.”

“You-”

I tightened my grip on her throat and she stopped talking. “Let’s get some sleep.” I shifted onto my side, tucking her up against my chest. Her sexy ass was pressed against my hard dick and I heard her quick inhalation of breath.

We laid there together in silence and I thought she’d dropped off into sleep when she spoke quietly. “What’s going to happen to Wendy?”

“She’s dying,” I told her, not bothering to sugar coat my words the way I’d have to with my kids. I knew I could lay the burden on Jenny and she’d help hold it, at least for a few hours while I slept. “They’re putting her into hospice once she gets out of the hospital. The doctors gave her three to four weeks.”

“God,” Jenny breathed, reaching down and squeezing the arm I had wrapped around her waist. “I’m so sorry. Your poor girls.”

That was the tragedy of all of this. My girls were going to suffer the loss of their mother at far too young an age. I buried my face into the riotous curls of her hair and inhaled her peaches and cream scent. She always smelled so fucking good. I let my thoughts drop away and just enjoyed holding her in my arms as sleep claimed me.