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“It just feels so full.”
He presses his lips against mine. “Good. Then you’ll never forget where I belong and how much you’re needy for it, will you?”
I wrap my arms around his neck and ease off him, sliding off his cock as he groans, his eyes closing. Making him feel like this — along with the noises he makes — has me feeling like I’m Queen of the world. This is my power. Making him come undone.
“Never.”
I slide back down, taking most of him when he suddenly grips my hips harder and tilts his pelvis, pushing the rest of the way in. I jolt and at the same time, a small cry leaves my throat.
“Fuck me.” His words are my undoing and I do exactly that. Holding onto his shoulders I start to ride him, slowly at first. When he takes my nipple in his mouth and watches me as he sucks, I lose myself over and over. This man doesn’t let up. He keeps pumping in. Up and down, in and out. I tilt my head back, enjoying the freedom.
His fingers pull on my nipples hard. I bring my eyes back to his and I bob up and down as he pulls my nipples then bends his head to suck each one back and forth over and over. It’s so erotic. Nothing has ever felt this good. His fingers dig into my hips and it’s so possessive in a way that I’ve never known. A way that I never thought I’d not only want, but crave. I crave everything to do with Priest.
Sex with him like this… It’s so damn good and I spiral again and again, only coming up for air when he starts to pump up inside me, shouting his release as we both collapse on the bed in drunken love haze. One I hope I never come out of.
One that I want to last forever.
20
PRIEST
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” Cash says down the line. I told him everything Bella told me. Every damn thing he and the club needs to know about the Carusos. “This just gets better and better.”
“If it’s any consolation, she hates the bastards too.”
“What are you gonna do with her in the meantime?”
I scratch the back of my head. “I need to keep her safe until we deal with this. Brew and Haze have any new intel?”
Brew and Haze are brothers who drift around a lot but always come back to the club. They know everyone and everything, and if something’s going on in the underworld, they’ll be first to hear about it.
“Yeah, that the mob are plannin’ a hostile takeover.” I can just imagine him running a hand over his short, gray hair. None of this is a surprise, of course. We always knew that the Caruso family wouldn’t lie down for long. Even with half of their men six feet under. “They want power in the French Quarter, and the annihilation of half their army — even Carlo’s own brother — wasn’t a deterrent enough to get out of the city.”
“I guess that’s too bad for them.”
The mob believe the shootout was because of the Devils Ink MC taking faction over the drug underworld and it came to blows. They’ve no idea we were involved because we covered it up. But there’s always some loophole or someone who saw something — as much as we cleaned up that night, the club has never honestly considered itself off their radar.
“We need to take the rest of the family out,” Cash says. “We have no bad blood with the Irish. While they may be supplyin’ the good folk of New Orleans with top grade cocaine, I’d rather that than have to witness child traffickin’, which is exactly what Caruso is plannin’ — hence why I believe he’ll try to take the shipping yard.”
“What the fuck?”
The club runs one of the largest shipping container yards in the state. And it’s very profitable. Hence why I’m there a lot of the time, keeping watch when Harlem and Tag are called out to do something else.
“Wouldn’t be the first time, and rumor has it some of the feds are in Carusos pocket.”
“Pity we can't get Callaghan in ours.” Callaghan is one of the feds who just recently got promoted, and he hates the club. In fact, he’ll do anything to bring this club down.
He’s always in the thick of it whenever some shit goes down that’s gang, mafia or club related. And he’s been sniffing all over the crime scene from the shootout like a goddamn bloodhound.
It’s like the man has a sixth sense, and even though he’s barely out of his training diapers, Cash knows he’s a threat. Feds and police are always a threat when they can’t be bought.
“I was hopin’ he’d come around,” Cash admits. “But he seems to get off on bein’ a thorn in my side.”
“He’ll need somethin’ soon.” Here’s hoping.
“That’s what I’m thinkin’. In the meantime, keep her under wraps. If her family finds out she’s still alive, they’ll take this club down without even blinkin’.”
“Got it.”
