Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78024 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78024 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“No, that wasn’t just you.” He brushes his fingers through my hair, an innocent gesture that feels anything but right now.
“Sinner kissed me,” I confess.
“I know. I was there.”
“No, not just then. When he dropped me off, too.” Maybe I don’t quite know what I’m asking, I just need to get rid of the vague feeling of guilt that comes with liking it when they all flirt with me.
“Was he good? Did you like kissing him?” He doesn’t sound jealous at all. Curious, maybe?
“Y—yes?”
“We only go around once, Q. If you liked it, that’s your answer. If you didn’t, then tell him to back off, or if you’re uncomfortable, I’ll do it for you. I don’t see the problem.”
“But…”
“You worried about getting between us? That maybe me and him want the same thing from you?”
I nod against him. “Or that I want the same thing from both of you.”
“What about Colt? I saw you together at Inferno, and I’ve seen the way you sneak a look when you think he won’t notice.” There’s a soft note of amusement in his voice.
“Colt? I haven’t spent as much time with him. Why are you pushing me at your friends?” I push away from Priest so I can get a better look at his face when he answers. “If it’s too weird because you knew me when I was little, I understand. You don’t have to try and hook me up with someone else.”
“Hook you up with… Quinn, what the fuck are you talking about? There’s no jealousy between the three of us. We’re brothers in all the ways that matter. Shit, I’m not used to talking to people who don’t know the score. Sharing isn’t an issue, not for us.”
“What do you mean?”
“No one’s gonna make you do something you don’t wanna, but I’m telling you this straight out. If kissing Sinner feels right, or suddenly Colt is looking really fucking good, it’s not going to fuck anything up. Life’s too fucking short, especially in an MC. We’re not exactly known for dying of natural causes.”
His words bring to mind all the vests on the wall in the church.
“So you’re saying I shouldn’t read too much into it. That sex and stuff is no big deal for you guys?”
“Is that what you want?” he asks. “No strings attached sex?”
Do I? “Maybe. But not with anybody.”
“Just us?” Priest leans close enough that I can sense his soft breath over my lips. “I think we can work with that. And just to make things crystal clear, I’m more than happy to show you how much fun sex can be when you let yourself get a little wild. I can guaran—fucking—tee that the thought of you spread out naked between the three of us is going to star in my dreams the next time I take matters into my own hand.”
Oh? Oooohhh.
I know we all have our moments, but no one has ever straight out told me that they—
“You’re thinking too much.”
God, the way he looks at me. “You’re right, I am. What are you going to do about that?” I close the tiny gap between us, pressing my lips against his.
His laugh is a quiet rumble in his chest as his fingers tighten in my hair and he teases my mouth open with his tongue. I might’ve started the kiss, but he wastes no time taking control of it. Why didn’t we do this sooner? He kisses like he’s got no place to be and nothing he’d rather be doing. It’s slow and sweet.
I’m already sliding my hands up underneath his T-shirt, feeling the smooth texture of his skin under my fingers, trailing them through the dusting of hair on his chest as I push it up. I want to see him with an urgency ten years in the making. My childhood crush must’ve just been lying dormant, smoldering in my memories and waiting to be rekindled now that I’m old enough to understand what to do with it.
He laughs quietly, raising his arms so I can get his shirt off. “Shhhh, let’s try not to disturb your neighbors.”
Oh my God, we’re on the balcony. He’s got me so flustered that didn’t even enter my mind. The units are angled so that we can’t see directly onto each other’s balconies, but that doesn’t mean they can’t hear us.
Priest pulls me into his lap, so I’m straddling his thighs with nothing on under my nightshirt. I press a kiss behind his ear, and then another, and another. His skin is hot under my palms, and beneath me, his cock stirs in his jeans. Down his right side, names are tattooed one after the other. Axel is there, Sean his step-father, and then several with names like Ice who must be bikers. A memorial written in ink that he carries with him every day.