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“Priest,” she coos, her hands coming up and resting on my cheeks.
“Mmm?”
“This feels good, baby. So very good. But I need you to fuck me now.”
“Thank God,” I mutter.
I pull away, my cock nearly crying at her sudden absence. Then I flip her onto her stomach and pull her up until she’s on all fours. Her pussy glistens, ready and waiting for me, but it’s her eyes I can’t look away from. She’s looking back at me, her eyes filled with greedy fire as I position myself behind her.
“You ready?”
She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip and nods.
Slamming inside of Bria is like coming home. Our bodies fit together perfectly, our breathing matched and heavy.
I hold her gaze as I fuck her. It’s the most erotic moment of my life, because I may be fucking her hard, but this is not just fucking. This is our union.
“Oh, God,” she whimpers. “Oh, fuck. I’m gonna—”
And she does. Her pussy clamps down around me like a vice, quivering and squeezing. My own release hits me like a rocket, and my body trembles as my hips stutter, trying to keep a steady rhythm while my soul leaves my body.
Once our bodies still, I drop down beside her, my hand resting at the base of her spine. She turns to look at me, her head resting on her hands. “Can I tell you something?”
“Anything,” I say, still trying to catch my breath.
Her smile is wide. “You were right. Sex isn’t so bad after all.”
BRIA
Watchingthem leave is probably the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. The Black Hoods, along with Liam and the rest of his crew, are on a mission that could be the end of all of them. None of them know what’s going to happen tonight. All they know is that the Screwballs are back at the clubhouse, conducting business as usual.
“Knock-knock,” a voice calls from the door. A woman with light hair piled up in a messy bun leans against the doorframe. I notice the shirt she’s wearing is identical to one of Priest’s… the one I’m currently wearing. “Nice shirt. About time the bastard finally started using them. Or, well, you.”
Pulling the material away from my body, I peer down at it. A pang of jealousy punches me in my already churning gut. Why would she have a shirt to match Priest’s?
“I buy him one every year for Christmas,” she explains, stepping into the room and extending her hand to me. “I’m Lindsey. Judge is my uncle, and Karma’s my husband.”
Relief washes over me. Meeting someone from Priest’s past right now would’ve sent me into a tailspin.
“We made dinner if you’d like to join us. Having company certainly helps while the guys are on a run.”
“Sure.” Moving off the bed, I follow her out and toward the aroma of food coming from the kitchen. The smells are divine, smoky and sweet.
Lindsey ushers me to a table where several of the other ladies sit, a spread of food laid out in front of them. The men left behind to guard us are nowhere to be seen.
A group of teenagers sit around the big screen television with plates of food in their laps.
“Kids!” Grace calls to them. “Say hello to Bria.”
The teens all turn their heads slowly, murmuring hellos before returning their attention back to the big screen.
“Sorry about them,” she says, her lips twisting to one side. “Teenagers. Can’t live with them at this age, I swear. Hungry?”
I stare at her. I haven’t been invited to sit at a table for a full meal for as long as I can remember. “Famished,” I tell her, spying an open spot at the end of the table. Before I can get it, Grace tugs me down next to her.
I settle into the spot, and my eyes go wide as I take in the amount of food in front of me. There’s a huge platter of heavily sauced barbecue chicken, cornbread, and baked macaroni and cheese, with a thick layer of cheese cooked to a golden brown, flanked by even more delicious looking side dishes. My mouth waters as the aroma whirls around the table. How can anyone eat with so much going on? My stomach rumbles, telling me it might not be so hard after all.
“Eat up,” Blair sings, placing a couple pitchers of beer down on the table.
