I’m still shaking when Priest and Sinner groan together and swell at the same time. They throb together as they both come inside me. I push my ass back, trying to keep them both. And then Colt follows suit, coming to his second finish of the afternoon. His cum spills over my tongue and I swallow eagerly.I can’t believe there’s so much when he’s already gone one round, but there is.
We collapse on the bed, finding our own spots to recover. I reach out, finding Colt and Priest, just with my hands, just touching their thigh and arm, while my feet are up in Sinner’s lap. He breathes heavily and runs his fingers up and down my shins. “Feel better?”
I let out a little laugh. “I do. I’m still not sure what I’m going to do tomorrow, but I’m too worn out to be angry. I think that was the definition of fucked silly.”
Priest finds my breast, but only traces the outline of it. “Yeah, gonna need a little time to build the fury back up. But, there’s nothing we can do until tomorrow anyway. Fuck, I’m hungry. You guys wanna order something?”
It takes a while before we actually gather ourselves enough to get dressed again and place an order, but when we’re all seated around the kitchen island, eating Chinese food with chopsticks out of cardboard boxes and chatting casually, I’m once again reminded of how this feels so much like the kind of family I never had.
Sometimes you love the family you’re born with, and sometimes you have to find a family to love.
Love is a very big word, and not one I dare say out loud yet, but it’s bubbling scarily close to the surface.
29
Chapter 29 - Priest
I’mat the club early, but when Jackal sent me a message letting me know Axel had showed up to meet with us, I slipped out of the bedroom without waking the rest, leaving them to sleep before even more shit hit the fan.
I know Quinn has every fucking right to meet with her brother, but me and him are gonna have a talk first, and I prefer that we do it in private. The rest can catch up afterwards.
Jackal comes out of the side entrance to meet me. “He’s in the barracks, first floor meeting room. Riot’s keeping an eye on him, but my impression was that he’s a friendly. Hope I was on the right track. We disarmed him first, of course, but he didn’t give us any trouble.”
“Yeah, all good. We fell outta touch a while ago, but I don’t think he’s gonna be trouble. I’ll take it from here.”
Fell out of touch.That’s one way of putting it.
“You got it.”
Two minutes later, I’m outside the door. I pause. Fuck. Axel. Ten years. Ten long fucking years of grief and guilt. And the whole goddamned time he’s been hiding from me. From Quinn. Fuck, from everyone, as far as I can tell. I’m sure he’s got his reasons, but I’m struggling real hard to imagine what could possibly be fucking good enough.
Only one way to find out. I push the door open.
Riot spots me, but when I nod my head at the door, he takes the hint and leaves. And then it’s just me, and Axel.
“You’ve got some fucking gall showing up here.”
“I know.” He’s got his back to me. He knows that I’m here, but I’m guessing I’m not the only one that was dreading this moment. I hope he’s fucking miserable with it.
“Turn the fuck around.”
He does, and it hits me all over again. It’s him. Part of me was hoping it was just a ruse. Someone fucking with us. But that’s him, no doubt about it. Bigger, older, rougher, but I’d recognize him anywhere. Not that I doubted Quinn, but still, I was hoping. How fucked up is it that I hoped my old best friend was dead because it would be a hell of a lot less complicated that way?
“Heath.” His voice is unmistakable.
“I’m Priest now. Fuck, it really is you.”
A faint smile comes to his lips. He throws his hands out. “In the flesh.”
“Good.” I punch him in the face.
Axel stumbles backwards and falls on his ass. His nose is bleeding.
I hope I fucking broke it. “Fuck you,” I say simply.
He wipes at his nose with the back of his hand. “You’ve been working on your cross. Jesus, that hurts.”
“Who the fuck do you think you are? Coming back after ten fucking years like it was fucking nothing. Quinn never fully recovered from thinking you were dead. Fuck, I never did either.” My voice is low and seething. “I waited for you.All that fucking night. I sat there, thinking of everything that could go wrong but knowing you’d come back. I WAITED.”
