Priest: A Motorcycle Club Romance (The Viking’s Rampage MC: Tucson Chapter Book 2)
Priest: A Motorcycle Club Romance: Chapter 13

Ihadn’t meant to fall asleep, but it’d been a week of nearly sleepless nights. Add in a round of intense cardio with Taz and that massive orgasm and I’d dropped off almost immediately.

The dinging of a phone woke me, I cracked open an eye. I didn’t know how much time had passed, but Jenny was still lying in my arms. She’d picked up her phone and was texting. I wasn’t sure where she’d found it since I was pretty sure mine was over on the floor somewhere. The ringer was on, so I’d know if Lockout or one of the others were calling about my kids, or the club.

“Everything okay?” My voice sounded like I’d been gargling gravel and I was groggy as hell.

Her body jerked in my arms and she shot me an apologetic look over her shoulder. “I’m sorry that woke you. Yeah, everything’s fine. It’s just my mom. She’s stuck late at work.”

I made a sound low in my chest in answer and ran my lips over the soft skin of her shoulder. Enjoying the small breath she dragged in at the action, I did it again.

She was still texting, but my eyes were starting to drop closed again. “Shit. Can’t seem to stay awake,” I muttered.

She set the phone aside and rolled in my arms. I managed to pry my eyes open so I could look down at her pretty face. The grin that stretched over my face was inevitable. Her hair was everywhere, curls going in all directions.

“What?”

“I knew your hair would look like this after I fucked you.” I smoothed my hand over the wayward curls, loving that they bounced right back into position afterward.

She gave me a mocking glare—the little tilt to her lips giving away that she wasn’t really mad. “Are you making fun of my hair?”

“Never. I fucking love it.” I tilted my head and studied her. “I want curly haired babies,” I decided.

Her eyes widened again. “You keep throwing me off when you say stuff like that,” she admitted. “This is all so…sudden.”

“Story of my life,” I said with a chuckle. My fingers trailed up and down her arm. I didn’t want to ever stop touching her. “That’s not to say that I’m impulsive to the point of detriment. I think about what it is I want. Weigh all the pros and cons, but I typically come to my decision quickly.”

“And you’ve decided you want me?” She nibbled her bottom lip and my eyes focused there as I imagined her mouth wrapping around my dick. It kicked underneath the covers as I started to get hard.

“I’m not trying to be a typical girl,” she said with a laugh, “but…why me?”

I went back to running my fingers through her curls, pushing them away from her face. “Oh, I don’t know. You’re fucking gorgeous? Sexy. Sweet as can be. You love kids. And since the first day I met you, you’ve been there in the back of my mind.”

Her eyes widened and I decided there was something to this whole thing of telling a woman how much you like them. I hadn’t been great about that in the past. I rolled until I had her underneath me, staring down into her beautiful eyes. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Taz. I need to know what you’re doing each day. How you’re feeling. I want to see your smile light up when I walk through the door.”

Pink was flooding her cheeks, making her freckles stand out more and I gave in to temptation. Lowering my head, I brushed my lips over them.

“Priest,” she said breathlessly when I finally stopped.

“Hmmm?”

“That sort of sounds like you love me.”

My grin was cocky and wicked. I wouldn’t have asked her to be my old lady if I didn’t already know that. I certainly wouldn’t try putting a baby in her if I wasn’t going to spend the rest of my life with her. It didn’t mean I was going to give her those words just yet. It wasn’t about playing games, but making sure I knew for sure before I admitted it. I had more than myself to think about here. She and the girls had to bond to each other as well.

She covered her face with her hands when I didn’t answer. Her voice was muffled, but I was close enough to hear her. “I don’t need you to tell me that yet, but… I think I might love you, Priest.”

I swear my fucking heart stopped when she said it. Grabbing her wrists, I dragged her hands away from her face. “Why’s that a problem?”

“I don’t know you,” she huffed. “How can I possibly be in love with you?”

Arching a brow, I grinned down at her. I liked my ego to be stroked as much as the next man, but she wasn’t ready to list off the reasons why. There’d be plenty of time for that later. I glanced over at the clock on the nightstand. It was still relatively early, only six p.m.

“Want to come somewhere with me?” I asked her.

Her eyebrows shot up, but she nodded. Staring down at the eager expression on her face, I debated on just staying here. I’d happily spend the rest of the night seeing how many orgasms I could wring from her body.

As if she could read my thoughts on my face, she pushed against my chest. “Let me get dressed.”

I rolled off her and watched as she got up, still naked, and gathered her clothes up from the floor. I’d tossed them aside in my hurry to rid her of them.

She tossed my jeans, briefs, and shirt at me. My cut she picked up and hung on the back of the chair that sat at a desk in the corner. She gave me the cutest fucking smile before she disappeared into the ensuite bathroom.

Sitting up, I rested my forearms on my knees as I stared at my cut for a minute. She didn’t know it, but with that one move she knocked me on my ass. The MC was important to me. I couldn’t love another woman who hated my involvement with them like Wendy had. I’d hoped—since Jenny had been cool with the Austin Chapter—that she wouldn’t mind the lifestyle. Seeing her treat my cut with respect, by hanging it up instead of leaving it on the floor, I knew that this would work out between us.

Tonight would be a great test of that.

It didn’t take us long to get dressed and we walked outside. I went over to my bike and pulled a helmet out of the saddle bag. Climbing on, I motioned her over and tightened the strap beneath her chin.

“Will you teach me?” she asked, excitement flaring in her eyes.

“To ride? Like, not just on the back, but for your own bike?”

She nodded, giving the bike a wistful look. I knew at that moment it wasn’t going to take me long to tell this woman I loved her. I’d already seen how she was with my kids. Add in the moment with my cut and her excitement over my bike? Fuck. I was a goner.

“Sure, I’ll teach you. Not today though, this bike is too big for a beginner.” I waited while she climbed on behind me, enjoying the feel of her body pressing to mine as she looped her arms around my waist.

The ride over was quick, but I tensed up as I pulled into the clubhouse parking lot. I helped her off my bike and watched her expression closely as I followed her.

“Does Lockout need to see us?” she asked, curiosity shining in her eyes.

There wasn’t any anger or sign of irritation on her face. This was what I’d be doing until I knew for sure she was going to fit into this lifestyle, test her. Not shit test her or play games, but show her what my life was and see how she responded. She couldn’t really agree to it without experiencing it first. I didn’t want to compare Jenny and Wendy to each other, but I’d learned from my ex that I needed to replace a woman who didn’t mind low-key nights at home with the kids. Or that a club barbecue was going to be date night. Or that I’d have to leave our bed in the early morning hours after a phone call from my president.

“No. I just thought maybe you’d like to get in on this.” Shoving open the door to the clubhouse, I grinned when I saw what my brothers and kids were up to. I’d figured this was going to be the case.

They all looked over, guilt morphing their smiles into frowns. Except Butcher and Toxic. Butcher was…well, something else, and there was a reason Toxic had his name.

“Daddy!” All four of my girls ran over and I dropped down to a squat so I could hug them.

“You girls remember Jenny, right?”

There were nods and shy waves passed around. “Did you come to play?” Gabby asked. She lowered her voice. “I’ve already won fifty bucks off Uncle Riptide.”

“Your daughter is a cheater,” Riptide called out as he shuffled cards. “Deals from the bottom of the deck.”

I looked down and gave Gabby a conspiratorial wink. “No you’re just shitty at cards, Rip.”

He grumbled then nodded in hello at Jenny. “Am I dealing you two in?”

Jenny’s eyes met mine and she nodded enthusiastically. It was genuine, too. I was damn good at reading people. She wasn’t just trying to placate me in order to worm her way into my life so she could change everything. She was truly glad to be here. It went a long way toward easing the tension that had been building inside of me since we pulled in.

Lockout got up and went to get more chairs. Jenny took his seat next to Seek. The girls started chatting about something while I sat between Taylor and Caitlyn.

I didn’t miss the smile that Jenny gave me as I sat between my daughters. It didn’t seem to bother her in the least. I picked up the cards that were sitting in front of me.

“Here’s your chips, Jenny,” Hush told her, sliding them across the table.

“Taz,” I corrected him.

“What?” he asked.

“Her name. It’s Taz.”

“Well fuck me,” Toxic said with a grin. He ignored all the glares and pointed looks at the little girls. “Does that mean you finally made her your old lady?”

“That’s right.”

“Congratulations, Brother,” Lockout said, coming up from behind us. He set the chairs down and clapped a hand on my shoulder. “And to you, Taz,” he said and tugged her out of her chair to give her a hug.

Butcher leaned across Seek and whispered to Taz with a grin on his face, “Looks like you were walking a little funny, and not from the bike.” He winked as Seek slapped him back to his side of the table. Taz blushed and I made a mental note to choke Butcher out later. He’d pay for that comment during our weekly sparring match.

Lockout ignored him and clamped a hand on my shoulder. “I’m happy for you, both of you.” It was his way of showing the crew that he accepted the match. Most of us check in with Lockout before officially making a woman our old lady. As I’d learned, the wrong woman could end up making a lot of trouble for our club. Hell, if they made too much trouble a member could get booted. You had to be careful who you chose. Lucky for me, Jenny was passing every test so far. Time would prove to us all that she was the woman I knew her to be.

Cheers and congratulations were passed around the table until Butcher finally slammed a fist down on the wooden surface. “We’ve covered this enough. Congrats to you both. Now can we get fucking going? This one,” he said, pointing at Cassie, “has thirty bucks of mine.” He narrowed his eyes on my little girl and snarled, “And I want it back.”

Jenny’s jaw dropped and I saw her gearing up to rip Butcher a new one. Before she could say anything, Cassie let out a loud giggle, then stuck her tongue out at Butcher. “You’re gonna have to win a round to get it back, Uncle Butcher,” she taunted, completely unfazed and unafraid of the man sitting across from her.

Jenny joined in on the laughter and Butcher grumbled a few ‘threats’ at my daughter before he grinned at her. He looked over at me. “This one is vicious. I like her.”

I leaned around Taylor and whispered to Jenny. “Don’t worry. The girls have grown up around these men. They know how to put them in their place.”

“I see that,” she said with a quiet laugh.

“Enough talking!” Butcher called. “You’re up, Taz.” He pointed from her to the deck.