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A crazy idea comes into my mind. I reach for my purse and grab my phone. “She’s a joke. A complete and utter joke as a mother. So, we’ll laugh it off. Or better still, we’ll dance it off.”
Priest narrows his eyes, trying to understand where I’m going with this. I tap my phone, turning up the volume as loud as it’ll go.
I press an arrow, and the phone blares the song “Evil Woman” by the Electric Light Orchestra. I stand, pulling Priest along with me, and start dancing and singing. I can’t sing, but I do it loudly and completely off tune. Priest laughs loudly, spinning me around. When the song ends, a bevy of Pride men are in the room, hooting and howling and laughing along with us.
“That’s your family, baby,” I say, then kiss his cheek.
FIFTEEN
Death by Orgasms
QUINN
We never make it back to my place that night. Instead, after our silly dance, we go upstairs to his room. I take him into his small bathroom and run a hot shower for him. I’m afraid to leave him, afraid he’ll fall back into his head.
Although, I have the most sinful thoughts when his naked, glorious body is on display. I’ve never been one to lust after a hot guy, but Priest is the exception. Everything about him turns me on. His laugh, the way his eyes go dark when he’s inside me, and his gruff, low voice when he calls me precious. The way his hands move over my body, like a concert pianist playing his instrument. And my body sings for him.
I wait patiently until he’s done. He wraps a towel around his waist, and I take him back out to sit on the edge of his bed. I grab the first aid kit that Orion dropped off for me and begin disinfecting the cuts on his hands. I always hated the sting, and in anticipation of it hurting him, I blow on his knuckles.
He smiles huge. “God, you’re too cute,” he says.
That makes me happy. “It helps the sting,” I reply. Then I wrap his hands up with the cotton gauze. The bleeding has stopped, but this will help keep it clean. “There! All done,” I state proudly, looking over my work. “Not as good as Saint, but I think it’ll do.”
“Saint’s not as pretty as you.” He runs his fingers down my cheek. “Thank you, baby.”
“You’re welcome, honey.”
“I’d like to say that this is over, but with the paperwork I found, I gotta look into it to make sure she hasn’t created more problems.” Priest releases a heavy sigh. This is a weight he shouldn’t be carrying alone.
“I know it’s not my place to say, but maybe you should have Sofia take a look at what you found. She’s a lawyer and could make some legal inquiries.”
“That’s a good idea. I’ll talk to Demon to see if he’s good with that.”
“We’ll be at the hospital tomorrow. Saint’s closing the clinic so that Camille can be there too.”
“You talked to Camille?”
“Yeah, she called and we chatted for a while. She’s really sweet. Vi will take care of Kyrian while we’re at the hospital.” Priest looks beat. It’s still early, but after the day he’s had, sleep would be good. “I can take a cab home. You should get some rest.”
“Stay with me.”
“You sure?”
“I won’t be able to sleep if you’re not lying next to me,” he says.
I lie facing him, stroking his hair and face. I talk about anything and nothing. I tell him about my sister’s first perm that made her look like a poodle. The first dance at school where I hid in the bathroom for most of the night because I had braces and didn’t want anyone to see me. The same dance my sister made me go to because a cute boy she liked was there, and she danced all night with the guy she thought she was going to marry. Later, she found out he was a complete jerk, and we went and threw eggs at his house. By the time I get to the part where we ran like hell so we didn’t get caught, Priest was fast asleep.
I nestle in next to him. His arm automatically comes around my waist. I’m not tired, and I have a lot of work to get done for a presentation in two weeks, but Priest needs me to be with him. I don’t give it another thought. I’m where I’m supposed to be.
* * *
It’s early morning, and I mean early, like two, when I hear Priest stirring beside me. I roll over and find his sleepy eyes straining to open.
“It’s early. Go back to sleep,” I say.
He grunts a “Yeah,” but I can tell he’s not going back to sleep. I remember I fell asleep with my clothes on. I wriggle out of my joggers and T-shirt, my usual uniform when I’m working at home. That’s when I get a better idea.
I manage to straddle Priest, my thighs on either side of his. Even in the pitch-black darkness, I can imagine the ripples of his abs as my hands run over his chest.
