Chapter Five

Sky

On my tenth birthday, the cops showed up at my middle school instead of one of my parents. I was terrified, knowing immediately that something was wrong.

Turns out I was right. My parents had gotten into an accident. After that, I'd gone to live with Nana, my father's mother. I loved my nana dearly, and she'd been alone since my grandfather had passed away. And then she'd lost her only child. We took solace in each other over our shared grief.

Living with Nana was easy. She let me eat ice cream and baked an unhealthy number of cookies. She let me have my way, and I was extremely spoiled.

She was all I had, and when I lost her too, I never imagined I would ever experience those feelings of love and comfort with anyone ever again.

And yet, here I am, with a bowl of ice cream someone was forced to fetch for me.

When I woke up a little after noon, all the events of yesterday slammed into me hard and overshadowed the magical moment Priest and I had shared last night. I needed something sweet and familiar to comfort me, so I'd asked if there was any ice cream. If Priest thought my request was strange, he said nothing of it.

Half an hour later, someone showed up with a pint of mine and Nana's favorite cookie dough ice cream. Apparently, they hadn't had any ice cream at the clubhouse, and Priest had someone get it for me.

"Do you need anything else?" Priest asks from where he's seated watching me. "Tell me if you need anything, and I will send one of the boys to get it for you."

"I'm okay," I say, scooping ice cream into my mouth, and this time, when I say the words, I actually mean them.

I don't know if it's the ice cream, the heavily tattooed giant seated next to me on this porch, or a combination of the two, but I feel better already.

I break my gaze from Priest and look at my surroundings. I couldn't make out much when we arrived last night, but now, I take in the sights around me. There's a long, gated driveway that runs past the porch where I'm sitting before branching off to a few outbuildings. The area around the house and buildings is clear and well maintained, but the property itself is surrounded by dense woods. The house is massive, at least three stories. It has blue vinyl siding and a wraparound porch with several rocking chairs and a swing. The gardens look well-tended, and everything is surprisingly clean. It is nothing like what I would expect from a motorcycle club.

As I waited for my ice cream, Priest had explained that the house serves as the club's main hub, the clubhouse. Everyone in the club is free to come and go as they please. Patched-in members have the right to live in one of the house's many bedrooms, which are assigned based on seniority. As the club president, Priest has the master suite.

Those members with families, and whoever else chooses to, live in their own homes, leaving only the single and newest members living in the clubhouse for the most part. Prospects are required to live in the clubhouse for a full year and are responsible for maintaining the property.

On Wednesdays, all fifteen senior members of the club living in the area are required to attend Church, a meeting to discuss club business. Afterward, the entire club and their families, sometimes a hundred people or more, is invited to gather behind the clubhouse for a cookout, weather permitting.

Priest also explained to me that he has his own house where he lived with his younger sister. But since she left for college, he has been staying in his suite at the clubhouse, preferring to be in the center of things.

The outbuildings are bathed in sunlight, their vibrant red color standing out against the blue sky. As I look around, I notice security features here and there, like cameras and keypad locks, and it all blows my mind.

Perhaps I was expecting them to live in a rundown trailer park with grease-covered men walking around the space like I've seen in the movies, but this place is organized and efficient. There's something welcoming and homey about it too.

From a distance, I catch the sound of engines revving, and that sends a thrill rocking through my body. Before last night, I'd never been on a motorcycle, and now, I wonder if Priest will let me ride with him again if I tell him I want to.

"How far from the city are we?" I ask instead.

"Half an hour."

"Hmm," I hum, closing my eyes to soak in the morning sun. "I wonder if they'll still let me register for classes without my admission letter and ID. The cop from yesterday probably never even filed the report about the kids who robbed me."

Priest is silent for a long time, and I force my eyes open to look at him. I am shocked to find his eyes hard and jaw clenched, as if he's moments away from a fight, but that's not what has me sitting up straight.

No, it's the way my body reacts to this look on him.

His eyes are dark and cold, they have no business sending a tremble down to my knees or the wet heat pooling in my core.

Christ, since when do I like big scary men?

"What did you say?" he growls dangerously, and my nipples pucker. I gasp, mortified at my body's reaction to his rough voice.

"W-what?"

My eyes drop to his clenched fists, and I swallow deeply at the memory of those same calloused hands strumming my body with such expertise . . . I want them on me again.

I'd called him Daddy as he buried that firm mouth between my thighs and took me to a whole different universe. Would he want to do that again? Christ, I am trembling just thinking about it.

Snap out of it, Sky!

"You just said you got robbed. I want you to tell me what happened."

Wetness spreads between my legs, staining my inner thighs, and I fiddle with the hem of my borrowed T-shirt—the second one I've had to take from Priest since he destroyed the first last night—and fight the onslaught of senses on my body. I force my thighs together and stare wide-eyed at Priest, trying to make sense of what he's telling me.

He wants . . . something.

"Uh . . . I . . ." My mind goes blank. I have no idea what we're talking about.

I can see his mouth moving, heck, I can even hear the words, but my lust-addled brain can't think past his deep rumbly voice and the effects it has on me.

Focus!

Christ, I want to. I'm trying, but ever since Priest touched me, he seems to have aroused something in me, and all I can think about is his hands on me. Especially when he watches me the way he is.

"Sky, are you okay?" Priest asks, closing the distance between us and placing his massive palm over my forehead, and a tremble rocks my body from the simple touch.

"I'm fine," I whisper shakily, placing the ice cream on a small table just so I have something to do with my hands.

"You're shaking," he says roughly, and I have to admit it's quite a sight to witness this man worry over me. No one's done that for me since Nana died. "You need to drink something warm and perhaps get more rest. After the night you had—"

"No, I'm fine," I say, or at least, I will be when he drops the hand he's trailing down my neck.

"You're clearly not."

"I am. I'm just . . ." Heat rises in my neck and cheeks, and I can practically feel them turning a deeper shade of pink.

His eyes light up with realization, and the worry clears from his hard face, lust settling in its place. My lips part in a gasp when Priest reaches for me and hauls me onto his lap, a tremble rushing down my spine when my sex rubs against his erection. Between us, I am the one who is practically naked, dressed only in his shirt, and even though we're technically outside with any number of men nearby, I find that I don't care to hide my need as I rock against him.

"Princess," he says gruffly, sliding his fingers into my hair, grabbing a fistful and tugging gently, forcing my head to fall back. I whimper when he leans in and kisses a path down my neck. "If all you wanted was Daddy's touch, all you had to do was ask."

His free hand cups my backside, and I whimper as he massages my ass, sending pleasure rocking up my body.

"Please, Daddy," I moan when he drags his tongue over the smooth column of my throat.

"Want me to fuck you right here, where anyone could walk by and see you riding my cock?" I bite into my lip to fight back a moan when his mouth closes around my earlobe and he nips at the skin, soothing it with his tongue. "I bet they would love a show, watching their president wreck your tight little pussy as I suck those perfect nipples into my mouth."

"Oh, God!" His words will wreck me before the rest of him can.

"I want to hear the sounds you'll make when I drive my cock into you," he says hoarsely against my skin, which sends my body trembling with need. "Everyone in camp will hear your—"

I whine when his words cut off, and I have no idea why he would stop until someone clears their throat.

My face burns with mortification, and I bury my head in Priest's shoulder so I don't have to face whoever it is that walked up on me grinding against Priest's erection like a cat in heat.

"Prez, we have a . . . situation," calls out a voice, but I don't dare look up or turn around to see who it is.

Priest lets out a frustrated groan, and I can feel his body practically vibrate with frustration, but his sense of duty takes precedence. "What is it, Knight?"

"It's about the packages we brought in last night." I notice the man hesitate to speak for a moment, what with me being right here, but Priest's hand is still firm on my ass, making it hard for me to get up and run away. Knight must figure I'm not going anywhere because he carries on. "If we don't take care of them right away, we'll have the Black Chains knocking down our doors. One of them is the nephew of their president."

"Fuck!" Priest curses before nodding at the man. "Go on ahead, I'll be there in five."

I hear the man walk away, and I expect Priest to put me down and follow, but instead, the man climbs to his feet with me clinging to him and carries me into the house. I wrap my legs around his hips as he carries me into the living room, gasping when my back suddenly hits the wall.

"It's okay, you can go ahead, and I'll—Oh!"

"I have five minutes to take care of you, princess," Priest growls, taking my lips in a hard wet kiss, and I am too weak to resist him. I offer my mouth needily, meeting the hungry stroke of his tongue with fevered moans. "I can't leave you wanting, can I?"

"Oh, Daddy," I whimper in between kisses, pleasure rocking my body when he tears away the shirt. At this rate, he'll have no shirts left, but I am not complaining. Something about this man going all caveman does something to me. I imagine it does the same thing to him too as I can feel his cock thickening against my thigh.

He guides me to take the shirt off where it drapes around my shoulders, leaving me completely naked, but I can't focus on that as his hands are already busy.

I cry out when he palms my breast, rubbing circles over my aching nipples, and when he drops his head, taking the left bud into his warm mouth, I nearly lose it.

"Hmm," he groans around the aching peak, his throaty voice sending a rush of heat to my sex, driving me closer and closer to a point of insanity.

"More, Daddy," I beg.

Christ, how are we going to do this in five minutes? How am I going to convince myself that I've had enough when five minutes are done? I doubt that a lifetime would be enough to spend with this man.

"I'll show you more, princess," Priest breathes, kissing a trail down my body, and when he lifts my body up so my legs are thrown over his shoulders, I nearly scream. My eyes widen at the position, and I know he is built like a god with chiseled muscles over his entire body, but . . . there is no way he is about to do that in this position—

A scream rips from my throat when I feel his tongue lick a trail along my sex. It's wet and hot and . . . Oh, God! It's somehow ten times more intense than last night.

There are no gentle kisses to ease me into it.

Priest is like a man possessed as he buries his face between my legs, licking and sucking at my sex like a starved animal. He finds new ways to drive me to the brink with his tongue as he stiffens it before flicking my trembling clit so hard, I have to slap a hand on my mouth to stop the scream that builds up in my throat.

"Daddy," I sob, my heels digging into his back as he teases the bundle of nerves I had no idea were so sensitive until I met this man. "Yes, Daddy!"

My back arches off the wall as he devours me, lapping at my arousal with the flat of his tongue, and when his mouth closes around my clit and sucks, that's all it takes to send me careening over the edge as the world explodes around me.

This man wrecks me. His tongue strokes me through the orgasm and leaves me a quivering mess. Priest slowly lowers me to my feet, and it's a wonder I don't plummet to the floor what with the way my knees are trembling.

"Goddamn, princess, you're so perfect when you come apart in my arms." He brushes his lips over mine, and I can taste myself on his tongue when he deepens the kiss. "When I come back, you better be ready for me. I'll not stop until I have shot my seed inside your tight little cunt and marked you as mine."

With a last peck to the lips, Priest turns around and leaves me panting against the wall. I barely make it upstairs to his bedroom and close the door before my knees give in and I slowly slide down the wall.

It should terrify me.

This world I have stumbled into should scare the hell out of me and send me running back to my small town, and yet, all I can think about is when I'll see Priest again.

The gentle giant that has so quickly wormed his way into my heart.