Chapter Seven

Sky

"So, blondie, how did you get robbed by a bunch of kids?"

I study the tall dark haired man and question how he and Priest came to be best friends. The two couldn't be any more opposite if they tried. Their similarities end at their massive builds and their love for bikes.

Where Priest is built like a tank with more of a buzz cut, his best friend and VP, Knight, is more on the leaner side with long dark hair and a charming smile that no doubt has all the girls running to him.

But there is something unsettling about the man. While his smiling might be disarming, if you look long enough, you can catch a peak behind the facade. His eyes say that Knight is the kind of man who will stab you with a wide smile on his face and love every second he spends watching you bleed to death in front of him. The thought sends a shudder through my body, and I lean closer to Priest, forcing my gaze away from his clearly unhinged best friend.

"The kids seemed nice, and they were so polite when I approached them," I murmur, sliding my hand around Priest's as I stare into the bonfire.

Ever since we had sex, I've been feeling especially clingy to the man.

A part of me expected Priest to grow tired of me and disappear under the guise of "club business," but he's been by my side all afternoon, and when he brought me outside for the bonfire with people he considers his family, I dared imagine that something has shifted between us.

I want to ask him, but I don't know where to start.

Liking someone . . . feeling a sense of belonging . . .

It's all new to me.

I shake my head as though to be rid of the thoughts and focus on the moment. Sitting by the bonfire, I can feel the warmth on my skin from both the crackling flames dancing in front of me and the massive man whose skin is like a furnace.

The scent of burning wood fills the air, mingling with the faint aroma of grilled food. Around us, I see a large gathering of bikers, their leather vests adorned with club patches, laughing and sharing stories. Women and children wander about, which shocked me at first, but Priest explained that gatherings like this are a regular occurrence and a way for the MC to bond. I think the fact that so many children are comfortable running and playing, weaving in and out of groups of rough and ready bikers says a lot about who these men are.

Everyone has been so welcoming to me. All of the women present are married to or dating someone in the club. I had expected them to be a little wary, maybe even a bit territorial, but that hasn't been the case. In fact, one of the women even told me she was thrilled to finally see Priest with someone. I hadn't known how to respond to that, so I'd just smiled and hurried to find Priest.

"Didn't your family teach you not to trust anyone when you arrive in the city?" Knight asks, clearly not done tormenting me.

"Please let it go," I groan, dropping my head on Priest's shoulder even as I throw a glare his best friend's way.

"I'm just saying, everyone knows you don't take your eyes off your things for even a second in Austin."

"I've learned my lesson, Knight," I whine, pleading with him to let it go, but he opens his mouth like he's going to say something else. It's not until Priest glares in his direction that he finally drops it. "Are there always so many people at these cookouts?" I ask, fascinated by this community I stumbled into.

"We do this every week, but it's usually a smaller group. Not everyone can make it every time. However, someone had the genius idea to call a full-family gathering just to introduce his girl to the club."

My heart skips a couple of beats at Knight's words, and I stare straight at the fire, my cheeks flaming, and it has little to do with the heat from the bonfire.

This cookout . . . is for me?

The thought of Priest doing this to introduce me to his brothers has me biting my lower lip to hide the grin that threatens to break free, and the fact that he doesn't try to negate Knight's claim only makes me believe the words must be true.

I've hardly spoken to any of the other bikers, what with me bickering with Knight all evening, and I've been glued by Priest's side, leaving no doubt what I am to the man.

His.

He called me his this afternoon, and now, everyone else knows that too.

Priest is like no man I have met in my life. He doesn't make empty promises, but instead, leaves his actions to speak for themselves. Every little thing he's done leaves me floored, and I want to show him just how much all this means to me.

How much he means to me.

I can't do anything here, though. Not with so many people surrounding us, so I push down my nerves and turn to Priest to find his dark eyes already fixed on me. That is all it takes for a wave of warmth to wash over my body, leaving me confused about how one man can draw such a reaction from me.

He hasn't even touched me yet, and my body is already trembling.

"Can you show me around?" I ask him, my voice huskier than I've ever heard it, and Priest must catch the need in my tone because his thick brows go up.

"Sure, let's go," he says, getting up from the log we're seated on and helping me up as well.

"Can I come too?" Knight calls out with a laugh, and I flash him a mock glare while Priest simply ignores him.

My heart is beating in my throat as Priest leads me away from the crowd and the loud music, but I find the nerves die down, and in its place, desire settles. Anticipation of what's going to happen once we're out of view has my body practically shaking with need. How I went from never kissing anyone my entire life to wanting to climb this mountain of a man at every opportunity confuses me.

It grows eerily silent the further we get from the crowd. "The bonfire was nice," I say in an attempt to fill the silence. "Everyone was so nice to me, well, except for Knight."

Priest doesn't respond, and his silence has my brows drawing in confusion. Now that I think about it, he really hasn't said much tonight, and I'm starting to think I might have said something wrong.

"Priest—" I start, but my words are cut off when I am grabbed by the shoulders and pushed gently against a brick wall. A rush of air escapes my lips at the contact, and my eyes are wide when they lock with his darker ones in the dim light.

"Tonight was about staking a claim," he says gruffly, sending a warm tingle racing up my body. "In our world, a biker does not introduce his woman to his brothers unless he intends for it to be permanent."

I suck in a sharp breath at his words.

"P-permanent?"

"All your problems, insecurities, and fears belong to me now, and by extension, to everyone in the Steel Order MC. We're your family now, princess."

Permanent. Family.

My eyes fill up as I try to wrap my head around his words. Nothing in life is permanent, but especially not in my life. My parents died when I was a little girl, and then Nana, leaving me to take care of myself. A job I have been terrible at, and what Priest is telling me . . .

I'm terrified to believe him. To believe that I could finally have a home—a family—I don't have to worry about losing.

"A family," I whisper, sliding my arms around his neck and offering my lips to the man who I think stole my heart the first moment our eyes met. Priest wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer, taking my lips in a hungry kiss that sends my toes curling with pleasure. His hand digs into my waist as he deepens the kiss, our tongues meeting in a slick slide that makes me whimper with need.

"You're mine, princess," he rasps between kisses. His left hand goes up to cup my tits through my shirt, and I have to quickly break the hold I have on him to grab his hand before he can tear another shirt. I'd only just gotten some clothes I could wear this afternoon, a loan from one of the other biker's wives. "Fuck, you're killing me, little girl."

I bite his lower lip, liking the way he says that a little too much. "I'm not letting you destroy another shirt like some animal," I whisper, brushing my lips over his jaw and cheek.

"I can buy you more," he says roughly, pushing his erection against my inner thigh, and I can feel him grow harder and thicker by the second. "I need you naked now."

I look around, and although we're in a pretty dark spot tucked around the side of the house, I can still see the bonfire in the distance. "Priest . . ."

"Strip, or I will tear it off myself."

My fingers scramble to pull the fabric over my head so my top half is naked, and since I am not wearing a bra, I shudder at the cold air that touches my nipples. I feel the need to hide them even if it's just us two, but the feeling disappears the second his hands are on me, and just like that . . . nothing else matters.

Nothing but the fingers circling my nipples. "Oh, God!" I cry out, my knees growing weak when he tugs my left nipple between his knuckles. When he drops his mouth to my breast, my knees do buckle, and he has to grab me before I can slide down to the ground. I slap a hand on my mouth to conceal my cries when Priest starts licking at my aching bud, rolling his tongue around the peak and driving me as close to insanity as I can get. "Want you, Daddy!"

Pleasure rushes down my core before sending a needy shudder up my spine when he starts kissing a path down my body. "You're so fucking gorgeous, princess," he whispers harshly against my skin before dropping to his knees on the hard ground. "And now you're mine."

He kisses my stomach as he starts unzipping my jeans and tugging them down. I step out of them, leaving me naked and completely exposed to a man who's fully dressed, but when he lifts my left leg to his shoulder and starts kissing my inner thigh, I forget that little fact.

He has that way about him. A single brush of skin is enough to fry all my brain cells, and nothing beyond his touch makes sense.

Christ, he doesn't even have to touch me for that to happen. All I have to do is look at him.

Priest is built like a Greek god, with broad shoulders and thick arms whose strength I have witnessed firsthand. He towers over me, and I had no idea just how much I was into that until the first time I had to get on my tippy toes to kiss him.

Mine!

Only I get to see this dangerous biker this way. Only I get to feel the brush of his lips against my inner thighs, making their way up to my wet and trembling sex.

"Yes, Daddy!" I cry out, my back arching when I feel the long glide of his tongue over the valley of my sex. There is little I can do to bite back the moan that rises in my throat when he starts licking my sex like a possessed man, my pussy growing slick with arousal when he starts rubbing at my clit with the pad of his thumb.

Oh!

Oh, God, this is too much! It's even more intense from the adrenaline of the thought of someone from the party catching us.

I bet he wouldn't stop. Something tells me that Priest wouldn't be mortified at someone finding him on his knees, me desperate for him as he laps at my sex like it's the one thing he needs to live, driving my body closer and closer to the edge.

I grip his head with both hands and start rocking my hips when the pressure starts building to a peak, and the final straw is when he slides his middle finger into my sex. My walls cinch hard around his finger even as my eyes roll back from the explosion that rocks my body.

I scream as he jacks his thick digit in and out of my channel in fast, rough moves as his tongue teases the trembling bud of nerves. My toes curl, and I feel it to the tips of my hair.

I have no idea how long my body trembles as I seem to lose sense of time, and the next thing I know, he's filling me with every last inch of his thick erection. His dark eyes bore into mine as he starts driving his cock fast and hard into me, and I don't believe I can feel more, but it seems Priest is set on taking on the challenge.

What is happening to me?

My body is still shaking from the first earth-shuttering climax, and Priest is determined to bring me back to the edge, promising to send me plummeting from an even higher precipice.

"Goddamn, princess, you rode Daddy's tongue so well," he whispers crudely, pinning me to the side of the house and driving his cock into my sex in fast hungry thrusts that send pleasure shooting up my body. "Going to fuck you so hard, you'll be feeling me all week!"

I wrap my arms around his shoulders to brace myself as he rocks hard into me, letting out a low whine when he suddenly stops. "Daddy. . .!"

"Shh," he pants, cupping my mouth with his palm, and it takes me a second to realize why we've stopped. There is a group of bikers walking in our direction.

I gasp behind his palm as the men approach us, and although we're well hidden in the shadows, I am not exactly confident we are fully out of sight.

I can feel Priest's length pulse inside of me, and when he starts moving again, slowly this time, my eyes snap wide open. He inches his rigid shaft out of me before sinking back in slowly and torturously, making my eyes roll back.

There is no way he's going to keep going with the men walking so close to our spot, right?

"Be quiet for Daddy, okay?" he purrs into my ear as he rolls his hips, and I barely suppress a moan from the pleasure that shoots up my core. I throw my head back as he drags his tongue down my throat, all the while thrusting into me in slow measured moves. "Don't make a sound, or they'll stop to check."

I whimper at his words, the thought of getting caught exciting me in ways it shouldn't.

"My dirty little girl, you like that."

I shake my head, but the truth is in how fast my pulse thrums and the way I move my hips to meet his thrust.

Priest removes his palm and replaces it with his mouth, kissing me hard and making me forget that we're trying to hide. I moan into the kiss as he starts pumping faster and harder into my sex, driving his thickness into me until I feel myself teeter close to the edge once more.

He breaks the kiss and drops his head to my shoulder as he slaps into me hard, chanting whispered promises against my neck, his hot breath on my skin stroking the blazing fire until it bursts free.

"Daddy! Oh, God!"

I clap a hand on my mouth as my body shudders with another orgasm a second before his muscles seize and we're both falling. He sinks his teeth into my neck, masking the roar I feel rattle in his chest. His body flexes against mine, and I marvel at how beautiful he is when he falls apart along with me.

"Fuck, baby," he heaves into my neck, rocking his shaft into me and filling me with his seed. "Going to get you pregnant. Breed you and keep you with me forever."

Our bodies spasm together, and it takes forever for us to calm down. It's not until I've stopped shaking that I remember the men who walked by.

"Oh my God, Priest, do you think they heard us?" I whisper, mortified by the thought.

"No, they did not," Priest assures me, brushing his lips against mine, showing me a much softer side that I bet most people will never see from my rough biker. "You're mine, princess. I'll protect you with my life."

I believe him.

And when he says he wants to take me back to his house and recreate the scene all over again, I believe that too.