Chapter Four

Priest

I thought quitting cigarettes was difficult, but getting any sleep in bed with a girl wrapped around me like a damn octopus is impossible.

I've been up for hours—and hard for just as long—which makes me feel like the most perverted bastard alive. After everything that's happened to this girl, the last thing she needs is for the guy she expects to protect her to be sporting a hard on, but . . . I can't help it.

It's been a long night.

When we pulled up at the compound, Reaper and Knight were already in the Barn with the three Broken Chains we'd grabbed tonight, and I wanted to join them there and extract information from the men myself, but one look at the bright-eyed girl in my arms, and I knew there would be no leaving her.

Sky refused my offer to take any one of the empty rooms I'd shown her, adamant about staying with me.

Since when do I freaking give in to anyone? I am the president of the Steel Order MC. The man the cops are terrified to approach and whose name is enough to have most people's blood freezing in their veins, and yet, all it takes to undo me is a pair of blue eyes.

Pathetic.

To think that this is what brings me to my knees is truly ridiculous, but I can't help it . . . or even hate it.

What I do hate, however, is the fact that all I can do is look at her. I can't touch her, no more than I am doing right now, or I will be damned for sure.

The girl is nineteen, for fuck's sake—more than a decade younger than me should be all it takes to discipline my mind and body into behaving, but there's no convincing my body of that with her perfect one pressed hard against mine, and Christ . . . she's so soft.

It was the first thing I noticed when she climbed into bed and attached herself to my side before immediately falling asleep.

I clench and unclench my fist as I try to shift under her, so her thigh is not pressed so close to my raging erection, but the move has her clinging tighter, and I have to bite back a groan at the pleasure that shoots up my spine. My eyes shoot to the alarm clock, and I groan when I realize it's only three in the morning. Unless I am willing to leave the bed entirely and risk waking the clearly exhausted girl, I'll have to bear it.

This is truly a test of my control.

"Am I too heavy?" A soft sultry voice breaks through the otherwise silent room, shocking me. "I'm sorry for lying down like this, but it's just so cold and your body is a furnace."

Fuck, does that mean she can feel my erection pressed up against her?

"I thought you were asleep," I say, clenching my teeth against another groan when the temptress moves up a bit, brushing her thigh against my hard cock.

"I can't sleep," she whispers. "Every time I close my eyes, I see the masked men grab me from the police car and shove a gun against my head, threatening to shoot me if I made a noise."

My jaw clenches harder at her words, the need to punish the men in the Barn growing by the second, but a logical part reminds me there are more people involved in the scheme. "You're safe now," I promise.

Long seconds tick by before she props herself up on an elbow and looks down at me, her eyes meeting mine in the dimly lit room. It's light enough to see her clearly though, since she'd shyly asked me to leave the en suite bathroom's light on before we climbed into bed. Given everything she's been through, I can understand why she'd be afraid of the dark now, and I was happy to grant her request.

Her eyes are a mesmerizing shade of blue. I'd thought so when I first saw her, and with her so close, I can read the innocence in them that slowly undoes me. She brings out a protective side I never knew I had.

A side that wants to bask in that innocence and protect it from the rest of the world.

The Black Chains came so close to shattering that innocence in her eyes, and my blood boils just thinking about it.

"You're the first decent bad guy I've met since coming to Austin," she whispers, breaking into a laugh when my brows draw in confusion. The sound she lets out is light and airy, and it sends my heart tugging with longing, and I realize I would do anything to hear it every day. "Nana always told me not to judge a book by the cover, but I never believed her until I came here. Thank you for saving my life, Priest."

Sky leans down and brushes her lips to the side of my mouth. It's nothing more than a touch of skin, but it sends my heart thumping in my chest and cock leaking in my sweats.

I want her!

She must feel my cock move—what with it pressed against her thigh—because her eyes widen with a look of wonder. I know she reads the desire written on my face as her cheeks slowly darken to a pretty rosy tinge.

She bites into her lips, and her eyes dart down to my mouth before meeting mine again. That is all it takes to snap at my control. I bring my hand to her hair and wrap her long golden waves around my fist. Her lips part on a gasp when I tug lightly at her hair, all the while watching for her reaction under my heated gaze.

"If you want to thank me with a kiss, then let me show you how I like it."

Her chest rises and falls quickly, pushing her perfect tits against my pecs, causing a harsh throb in my cock. I bring my free hand to her ass and shift her over me, so my erection is between her legs, and . . . I give her a moment to protest, to push me away, but her pretty blue gaze stays on mine. Her perfect eyes grow dazed when I rock my hard cock against her cloth-covered sex, fighting with everything I have not to shoot in my sweatpants.

She'd taken a shower when we'd gotten to my room, it was the only time she'd let me out of her sight for more than a few minutes. Now she's wearing one of my old T-shirts and a pair of my boxers. It'd be so easy to strip her bare.

When I bring my lips up to meet hers, her eyes flutter to a close.

"Priest," she whimpers against my lips, her breath coming in short pants.

Mine!comes the unbidden thought.

I've never thought of a woman in this way before. Sure, I've enjoyed their company, but it never crossed my mind to keep them longer than a few hours. As the president of the biggest motorcycle club in Austin, I already have too much on my plate to bother with entertaining women, but with Sky . . . I can't imagine not having her watching me the way she is right now. Like the sun and the moon hang over my head.

I can't imagine her looking at any other guy this way.

Fuck it!

With a harsh groan, I press my lips hard against hers, urging her to open up for me. I tug at her hair, which makes her lips part for my tongue, and fucking hell, she tastes like heaven. It's intoxicating. She whimpers as she shyly gives into my advances, opening up more for me as I slide our tongues together in a wet hungry kiss. Soon, I am drunk from the taste and warm texture of her lips.

My heart hammers as I devour her sexy little mouth, and when she starts writhing and mewling with her body rocking against my throbbing cock, she threatens to push me to the edge.

It's tempting . . . so fucking tempting to tear off the clothes standing in the way between my cock and her sexy little cunt, drive into her warmth, and spend the entire night buried inside her. Christ, I want to palm those perfect tits pressed up against me, take the little rosy buds into my mouth, and suck until the whole clubhouse hears her, but . . . I don't want to scare her. Not when I am practically dripping with the need to fuck her.

She can't handle me, not like this.

Not when my body is vibrating with the need to slam her smaller body to the mattress and rut her like a sex-starved beast.

I dig my hands into her ass to stop her grinding against my erection before breaking the kiss. She whines when I stop her movement, her dazed eyes locking with mine in a fever of heat. Her eyes are soft and needy, staring down at me like I have just unlocked something in her.

"You need rest," I say roughly, trying to be the kind of guy she mentioned earlier and not jump her after the traumatic night she's had, but she's having none of it.

"No, I need this," she tells me, licking at her swollen lips, and fuck . . . the things that tongue does to me. "I . . . Can you let me have this? Please?"

Fucking hell!

I join our lips again, and this time, I don't need to coax her into opening for me as she moans into the kiss. Her hips are restless as she rocks against my hardness, her movements growing fevered when I slip my hand under the shirt and palm her ass.

I shouldn't be doing this.

This is wrong. To want her the way I do is wrong, I know that, and yet, I can't stop. Not when she responds so needily to my touch.

When she begs so prettily, how can I say no to her?

"Fuck" I curse at my nonexistent control, equally hating and loving just how weak my pretty little stranger leaves me feeling.

With a rough growl, I flip us so she's lying on her back before dropping my lips to her jaw, running my hungry mouth behind her ear, and biting at the sensitive skin. She's panting roughly as I kiss a trail down her neck, nipping at the skin and soothing it with my tongue.

My head is buried in her neck, licking at the smooth column of her throat even as my fingers close around the waistband of her borrowed boxers and yank them down before tearing them completely off her. I toss them aside even as I start the slow descent down her body.

"Priest . . . I . . . Oh, God!" Her back arches off the bed with a cry when I drag my tongue over her nipples through the shirt. I lift my hand to her tits, pinching a small bud through the shirt as I suck at the other, my cock threatening to bust from the need that shoots up my spine.

I need to feel her. I thought this would be enough, but there is no holding back.

Gripping the shirt at the collar, I tear it in two, the sound loud in the room as my eyes fall on her perfect little globes with rosy peaks begging for my touch.

Mine!

"Beautiful," I rasp thickly, leaning down to lick at her puckered bud, and she cries out when my mouth closes hotly around it. I circle my tongue over the pebbled nipple, losing myself in her soft velvety skin. "You have no idea how much I fucking want you, princess."

I lift my eyes to lock with hers, and I am surprised to find them heated with need. "Princess?" she asks, her voice low and sultry, shooting straight to my balls.

"You don't like it?"

I pinch her nipple between my knuckles and tug lightly, watching through lust-clouded lenses as her lips part in a gasp and her eyes roll back. The way she reacts . . . it's so raw. It's as if no one has touched her before, but that can't be true. There is no way someone as gorgeous as this girl has not been touched before, but the thought of Sky being a virgin sends a pulse drumming in my throat.

"I like it," she whispers, snapping back into the present. "No one's ever called me that before. No one's ever touched or kissed me the way you do."

"How far have you gone before?" How much of me can you take tonight?

She bites her lips, driving me to the point of insanity with that simple move. "Nothing . . . I wanted to wait." Her eyes shift away from me, but only for a second, and when they lock on mine again, I read the resolution in her gaze before she can voice it. "I don't want to wait any longer."

My eyes stay locked on hers as I draw a hand up her thigh, parting her legs and stroking her feminine lips with my middle finger to part her folds. Her body shudders visibly as I rub my thumb in circles over her drenched pussy. "Are you sure about this, princess?"

"Yes," she pants.

"If you let me go further than this, no one else is allowed to touch you." My voice is firm as I drag my knuckle up her pussy. "Tell me you understand."

She nods eagerly, it would be comical if my own dick wasn't threatening to tear holes in my sweatpants.

I kiss a trail down her body before settling between her parted thighs. I grab her leg and rest it on my shoulders before she can hide herself, exposing her sex further. My mouth is drooling when my eyes lock with her untouched pussy, and good heaven, she's perfect. I slide my hands under her thighs and clutch her ass, drawing her closer to me, and nothing could have prepared me for the intoxicating peachy scent that hits me. I'm a starved man as I lean down and kiss her parted flesh with a needy groan. I give her little warning before going all in, sliding my tongue through her wet valley and lapping at her slick arousal.

"Fuck, princess," I breathe roughly against her trembling sex. "You're practically dripping for Daddy."

A shudder rocks her body, and it takes me a second to realize what I've just said. Jesus Christ, I have no idea where that came from. Sex has always been just a means to an end for me. I've never thought about it long enough to consider having a kink, and suddenly . . . this!

What have you done to me, Sky?

"Daddy," she mimics, her voice breathy, and from her lips, the words sound right.

Fuck!

I dig my fingers into her thighs before dropping my tongue back to her wet valley and bathing her clit in long fast strokes that send her arching off the bed with a sob.

"Say it again," I say harshly between licks, her intoxicating scent sending my head reeling and this—Sky—is all I can think about at the moment.

"Daddy!" she sobs brokenly even as her pussy begins to quiver, and I can tell she is close. I seal my lips over her smooth clit and suck gently at the swollen bud, drawing out a scream from her lips. She thrashes on the bed as her body trembles in beautiful spasms. "Oh, God . . . Daddy!" Her tits rise and fall so beautifully that I momentarily forget my throbbing cock, and instead, watch this beauty come apart in my arms.

Mine!

I lap at her drenched pussy until her body has stopped shaking and all that's left are tiny tremors. Her eyes are dazed when she looks down her body to lock them with mine. I slowly lower her leg from my shoulder and climb back up her body, even as I reach into my sweatpants for my cock.

I lick at the wetness sticking to my lips and stare down at the girl I intend to make mine completely, but not yet. Christ, it would be so easy to push my leaking cock into her tight, slick pussy and claim her, but I don't think I would last.

When I do fuck her, I intend to spend more than three seconds inside of her perfect body.

My skin flames when I feel soft hands join mine on my cock. I study Sky's flushed face as she takes my length into her much smaller and softer hands. "Let me help," she whispers shyly, and I do.

I lose myself in those perfect blues as she strokes my cock with clumsy hands, the knowledge that I am the only man she has ever touched makes my balls draw up tight with the need to come, and it doesn't take more than three strokes before I am erupting with a groan. I unload a hot endless stripe of white on her stomach and pussy. Her eyes stay intimately locked on mine as she milks me to the last drop, and when I lean down to claim her mouth, she opens up for me.

Perfect. The night gifted me the precious girl.

Mine!

My breathing is still labored when we break the kiss, and as much as I want to fall beside her, I need to clean us first. I brush my lips over hers before climbing out of bed and heading to the bathroom. When I come back with a wet towel, it's to find Sky already dozing.

I guess she meant it when she said she needed this.

I clean her up quickly and tuck her in. She doesn't stir or make a sound, and I clean up quickly before joining her in bed.

It's reckless, I know.

I know little to nothing about this girl the universe sent my way, but what I do know for sure is how hard she makes my heartbeat and the protective feelings she brings stirs up in me. I would kill for her.

I guess that's all that matters.