Chuckling huskily to himself, Priest caressed my body with his eyes. “No, it’s not my dick. Not until you ask nicely, anyway.” He gave his head a little shake to clear his thoughts. “Cricket told Bones and me a bit about your conversation in the van and if it’s okay with you I’d like to… help you. I’ll keep my hands to myself, I promise.”
I felt warm all over, desperate for something I couldn’t name. “All our clothes will stay on for this ‘help,’ yeah?”
Priest nodded. “I’ll never push you for more than you want to give, Indi. Let me show you how good it can be, and when you’re ready for more, I’ll be waiting.”
“When, huh? You’re mighty confident in your abilities, sir. Arrogance is unbecoming.”
Priest smirked, the poster child for smug male satisfaction as he balanced his bike between his jean-clad thighs. “It’s not arrogance if it’s true, angel.”
I couldn’t argue with him there.
Priest
Jesus fucking Christ. I’d spent all night between the thighs of random chicks and never felt an iota of the soul-searing lust I’d felt just kissing Indigo. She tasted like candy and sunshine, and I was fucking addicted after just one hit. My dick was rock fuckin’ solid in my jeans and begging for release, but I silently commanded him to stand down. This moment wasn’t for him, it was all for her. When Cricket told Bones and me that she didn’t even know womencouldorgasm, I almost died. It seemed like a sin that someone as unapologetically sexy as Indi had never achieved sexual pleasure. Cricket probably shouldn’t have shared that detail with us. From what Indi said, it was obviously a sensitiveissue for her, and I could see why. I knew the moment I tasted her sweet lips that I had to be the first person to make her come. It was my goddamn destiny.
I slid back on my bike and gestured for Indi to get on in front of me. “Come on, angel. I won’t lay a finger on you, I promise. I just need you to throw your leg over and straddle my bike.” I’d never had a woman on the back of my bike before, let alone in front of me… never had someone who meant enough to me to allow them on my baby. This… this felt right, though.
“You want to go for a ride? Now?” Indi seemed skeptical, though she slowly obeyed my direction. I knew from my observations that Indi loved being praised, so I took a calculated risk. “Good girl,” I growled into her ear as she got settled on my bike. My risk was rewarded when she shivered and then melted into me, leaning back into the curve of my body. My hands flexed on the handlebars, muscles popping in my forearms and tension radiating through my whole body as I held myself back. Everything that happened between us needed to be on her timetable, and I was perfectly fine with that. I wasn’t generally known for being a patient man, but for her, I’d have the patience of a saint.
I started the motorcycle and revved the engine, not giving a shit how loud we were. Indigo gasped as the vibrations from the motor hit her core, exactly as I knew they would.
“The vibrations feel good, don’t they?” I leaned over her, my chest forcing her to bend forward at the waist. Revving the engine again, she moaned deeply and swiveled her hips over my seat. Indigo seemed to be completely lost to sensation, which was what I wanted. I wanted her out of her mind with lust so the fucking monsters from her past had absolutely no opportunity to creep in and ruin this for her. She deserved a moment of pleasure, and I was dead set on being the man to give it to her.
“You have no idea how fucking sexy you are.” I gently nibbled on her earlobe, causing Indi to erupt into shivers. “I’ve never been jealous of a bike before, but goddamn if I don’t wish I was the one you were riding right now.” Indi gasped and ground herself on my seat. “That’s right, Indi. You fucking deserve to feel good, angel.” I tilted my hips and leaned into Indi, putting more pressure on her pussy where it was pressedinto my seat. Her hips rocked rhythmically, and frantic little pants let me knew that she was close. Revving the engine again I growled into her ear, “Now come for me.” Indigo threw her head back and moaned my name as her body seized in pleasure. Watching this girl fall apart was probably the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. Eyes closed, lips parted in ecstasy, and moaning my name… I’d never seen something so perfectly hot. “Good fucking girl.”
Indigo collapsed forward onto my bike, shuddering. I shut off the engine so the vibrations didn’t make her too sensitive and mentally promised my dick we’d get ours as soon as I could get into my shower.
“I get it now.” She panted. “I get what the fuss is about. That… you get to feel that every time?” She turned her big, luminescent green eyes to me, and they were filled with wonder.
“If you’re doing it right, yeah,” I replied, amused . “At leastonce.”
Impossibly, her eyes got rounder. “That can happen more thanonce?” Her voice was high and squeaky in awed surprise, making her even fucking cuter.
“Yeah, angel. You’ll see. Sex, when it’s enthusiastically consensual, can be mind-blowing.” I was only beginning to understand myself how explosively mind-blowing it could actually be. I’d never felt such satisfaction just from making someone else come and not reaching that peak myself. Making Indi explode with pleasure was so satisfying, I didn’t even mind that she hadn’t laid a finger on me.
I helped Indigo rise and noticed with satisfaction the wet spot left behind on my bike. I knew we’d be leaving in a few hours for the border and the Alvarez job, but I definitely wouldn’t be cleaning my seat. I wanted to ride off with the memory of Indi still present. It’d give me something to think about on the long ride ahead.
Indigo watched me close the garage up for the night, a shy expression on her face. I’d seen Indi angry, feisty, determined, amused, and now aroused, but I had yet to see her shy.
“Everything okay?” Suddenly, I was worried that I had overstepped and pushed her further than she was comfortable with. I’d never fucking forgive myself if I was just another name on the list of people who had taken from her. I wanted her to give herself to me, willingly.
“I’m… do I like…say thank you?” She turned red and looked at her bare feet. “I’m not sure what to do with my hands right now. What’s the societal norm post-orgasm?”
Relief flooded me as I realized she wasn’t regretting what happened between us. “You don’t have to thank me, though your appreciation will never be unwanted on my part, so feel free to sing my praises if you’d like. But it’s not required.” Indigo snorted a laugh. “As for your hands, you could do this.” I reached down and grabbed her hand, intertwining her fingers with mine. She stared at where our hands were joined, and I questioned again whether I’d overstepped. The smile that unfurled across her face reassured me, and I marveled at the fact that I was grinning like a boob and walking hand in hand with a crazy girl in the moonlight. Holding hands had never felt special before now, but damn if it didn’t seem like a victory for me. Indigo left me at her bedroom door with a bashful “good night,” and I walked to my own door with an unfamiliar sensation settling in my chest. I closed my door and leaned back against it, trying to understand the foreign emotion. I realized, after combing through my interaction with Indigo tonight in the shower and coming with knee-buckling ferocity, that the foreign feeling was happiness.
Chapter 27
Priest
Six o’clock came really fuckin’ early. My boots were heavy on the clubhouse stairs as I trudged down dressed similarly to my brothers in jeans, a black Henley, and my LCMC cut. Prospect was behind the bar, pouring coffee from a carafe brought in from the kitchen.
“Hey, man,” he said, stifling a yawn. Thor and Tank sat at the bar nursing steaming cups of coffee and quietly talking to each other. Sticks and Bard were at a booth going over the route I assumed. Taking the mug offered by Prospect, I took a sip of coffee and nodded my appreciation.
“I have a job for you while we’re gone, Prospect.” He set the carafe down and walked to the unoccupied end of the bar when I motioned in that direction. “It’s, uh, kind of sensitive. So I’m gonna need your discretion.” Prospect’s eyes widened slightly, and he leaned forward, looking like an eager puppy.
“Yeah, man, anything you need.” If he had a damn tail, it’d be wagging right now, I swear.
“Okay, well… in my room, I have a mini fridge. In that fridge are two white paper bags. I need you to put one bag in front of Indigo’s door every morning we’re gone. Make sure she doesn’t see you leave them, okay?” I took another sip of my coffee and watched Prospect’s confusion.
