Just as I was about to break our kiss and respectfully buturgentlysuggest that we head home so we could finish what we’d started, we were both suddenly jolted forward. “What the fuck,” I snarled, bracing us against the hood so we didn’t slip off.
Indigo’s voice came out slightly panicked. “Did someone just hit Sheila?” I slid off the hood and marched toward the hatchback, whose bumper was currently kissing Sheila’s without fucking consent. The driver of the little silver car got out, smoke pouring out of the vehicle as he did. His eyes were red-rimmed, and he looked stoned.
“Sorry, man, I didn’t see you,” he said, chuckling. I firmly held a leash on my anger, frustrated that this asshat caused the tense edge of panic in Indigo’s voice after I worked so hard to help her relax and have fun. “Didn’t see us? Fuck you, man! There are only like three other cars left in the lot, and this van is huge. You better hope there isn’t a dent in Sheila’s bumper or I’m going to kick your ass!” I shined the flashlight from my phone at Sheila’s bumper, looking for damage. Indigo came stomping around from the front of the van, clutching a baseball bat and muttering to herself. Before I could stop her, Indigo pulled the bat back and slammed it into the driver’s side headlight of the hatchback.
Dropping my phone in my haste, I snagged Indigo around the waist, swinging her back toward me and away from the stoner who suddenly looked a little more sober at the sight of a violent chick with purple hair threatening him with a bat. Indigo pointed her weapon at the driver. “Apologize, or I’m going for your kneecaps next!” She stopped trying to squirm out of my hold and leaned back a bit into my chest.
“I-I’m sorry I hit your car…ma’am?”
“Don’t apologize tome, idiot! Apologize toSheila!” She swung her bat as much as she could one-handed in his direction while my arm remained firmly banded around her waist.
“Jesus, I’m sorry, Sheila.” Stoner guy rushed back into his shitty hatchback. His two friends hadn’t even moved when Indi broke his headlight, so they were probably too high to notice what was going on. Once he had backed up and driven away, I released Indigo and picked up my phone, which mercifully didn’t seem damaged from its fall in the gravel. “I’m sorry they hit Sheila, angel, but I think she’s fine. There was a little bit of a scratch on her, but Bones can fix that for you, easy.”
“It’s time to go, Priest,” Indigo said in a clipped tone. She headed toward the driver’s side door, while I stowed our blanket in the back of the van and got into the front passenger seat, trying not to let my irritation show. I was so pissed those assholes ruined her night. She deserved to have fun without some random dude swooping in at the end and upsetting her. Indigo slid Sheila’s key into the ignition, but she seemed to change her mind and didn’t start the vehicle. Instead, she leaned over the center console, grabbed a fistful of my shirt, and pulled me in for a searing kiss. Indigo nipped my bottom lip before she pulled away and sat back in her seat. “Wha—”
“You defended Sheila,” Indigo interrupted, breathlessly. “You threatened those guys if they hurt her, and it was the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.” Her words came out rushed, and she had her eyes trained on Sheila’s roof as if she couldn’t stand to look at me.
“Angel, I—”
“Nope,” Indigo interrupted again with her hand up. “I’m gonna need to play the silent game with you until we’re back home.” She started the van and looked around cautiously, before turning Sheila toward the exit and back to the compound. “You can’t say anything else… and don’t smolder at me! You’re too distracting, and a distracted driver is a dead driver.” I smirked, and she licked her lips as her eyes flicked to me, before she checked her mirrors and merged onto the highway. “Bobdamnit, stop! You can’t get any hotter than you already are! It’s not fair!” I couldn’t resist the laughter that spilled from my lips, nor the husky rasp in my voice. Indigo shivered at the sound, ratcheting up the sexual tension thickening in the van.
The air seemed to pulse between us, need twisting and turning with desire until we were both ensnared by the power of our sexual chemistry. But I kept my hands to myself and didn’t whisper any of the filthy things I was imagining into Indigo’s ear as she white knuckled Sheila’s steering wheel. I wanted to, but her plea for the general safety and welfare of others didn’t fall on deaf ears. After all, I’m not a complete monster.
Chapter 23
Indigo
My hormones and a desperate sense of need carried me through the drive home, but as I tugged Priest up the stairs in the clubhouse by his hand to the catcalls and wolf whistles from the Crows in the common room, I began to feel nervous. How the hell did I evendothis? I stalled between my room and Priest’s, not sure where to go. Priest took charge, leading me into his room. As soon as the door closed, Priest backed me against the door and pressed his body into mine. Theclickof the lock being secured on the handle sounded loud in my ears, and I jumped slightly upon hearing it.
“Relax, angel,” Priest murmured as he leaned in and skimmed his nose up my neck until he placed a lingering kiss over my thrumming pulse. “If you want this, it’ll happen. And if you don’t, it won’t. Simpleas that, I promise.” His words spoken against the sensitive skin on my neck caused goose bumps to erupt all over my body.
“I want to try,” I said in a breathy voice, “but I’m worried I’ll ruin it, Priest. Or it’ll hurt, or what if I’m bad at it? What if my vagina has a right angle in there somewhere, and you sprain your dick? What if—”
Priest pulled back a bit and fought a smile as he interrupted my anxiety spiral. “We’ll try, but I need you to hear me now when I say that nothing you do could ruin it. I promise I won’t hurt you, and if our chemistry is any indication, it definitely won’t be bad. As for your pussy, you forget that I’ve already had my fingers buried inside you while you came. No right angles detected, angel. Right now, here, we’re just Indigo and Lochlan. Stay with me in the moment, and I promise I’ll take care of you.” He kissed me with more gentleness than I’d known he was capable of. The velvety press of his lips soothed my anxious energy, and his big hands tenderly but firmly gripped my hip and jaw, steadying me and allowing me to relax into his embrace.
Priest’s lips led mine in a seductive dance, one that grew more feverish as hands began to roam. He slid his worn leather jacket down his arms and tossed it to the side while I pushed his shirt up, greedy to see him shirtless again. The last time I had, Duke had just branded him, and I was contemplating amputating Priest’s hand, so I hadn’t spent as much time as I’d have liked ogling exactly how yummy he looked. Priest helped me get his shirt off, and it joined the jacket on the floor. My hands shook slightly as I skimmed the tips of my fingers over his abs, which contracted as I slowly slid them up his toned midsection. Thick black roman numerals were inked in a column up the left side of his ribcage. A crow in flight was tattooed over his right pectoral, but it was the raised scar in the shape of a crow skull on his left pec that my fingers kept returning to.
Priest grabbed my ass and lifted me, my legs wrapping around his torso as he kissed me deeply. He walked us over to his bed and sat with me straddling his lap. I felt his hardness press into me and couldn’t hold back a moan as I rocked my hips against him. “Fuck,” he groaned, and the tortured quality in his voice spurred me on and gave me the confidence I needed to reach down and pull my shirt over my head. I was glad Lennon had taken me shopping a few weeks ago when Priest wasstruck dumb at the sight of me in my new sheer mesh bra. I said a silentthank youto Lennon for talking me into the splurge. The see-through purple bra was a little pricey, in my opinion, but it was worth every penny to see need darkening the eyes of the man I was catching feelings for.
Priest massaged my ass, causing my hips to rock forward. His head dipped to my chest, lips trailing kisses and teeth scraping and nibbling on my nipples through the bra. My eyelids fluttered closed at the sensation, and my hands wound into Priest’s hair as I pressed his head in closer, wanting more. More of everything this man had to give me. Deft fingers unclasped the hooks of my bra, and I released my grip on his hair long enough to rip it off and throw it behind me. I let out an annoyingly high-pitched “eep” when Priest lifted his hips and flipped us over so that I was flat on my back and he was leaning over me. He chuckled huskily and kissed me breathless; our tongues dueling and hands exploring one another.
Priest’s hand slipped between us until he was cupping my most sensitive flesh, causing me to whimper and press myself into his palm. “Something you need, angel?” he asked, a smirk tugging on his lips. He didn’t increase his pressure where he was rubbing my pussy over my shorts, and every time I moved my hips searching for relief from the ache he’d created inside me, he would pull back ever so slightly. After the third time he’d retreated, I glared at him, eyes narrowed and lips pouty and swollen from his kisses.
“You’re making me regret not cutting your hand off the last time I was in here.”
Priest chuckled and pressed his fingers precisely where I needed them and began rubbing me in slow circles. “What? This hand? Well, if you don’t like my fingers—” He moved to pull his hand back, and I snapped my thighs closed, trapping his hand.
“No! Let’s not get hasty. What I meant to say was…” I floundered for a moment, feeling awkward saying out loud what I wanted.
“I’m going to need your words, angel. Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.” Priest watched my facial expressions like there would be a test on them later.
“I…” I swallowed, gathering my lady courage. “I want you to… to touch me.”Why was this so difficult?
Priest’s eyes flared in satisfaction. “Touch you where, Indigo? I need you to be specific.”
I lowered my eyes and blushed. “Eyes on me, angel,” Priest demanded, and I gave him a sassy huff before complying.
“I want you to touch my pussy. I-I want you to make me come. There, was that clear enough?”
