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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.
