“I was, but I’m not ready to jump into whatever it is that we’re doing. I need to go slow. I need to gain some independence first.”
Priest’s lips thin and his eyes narrow on me, while Viking crosses his arms and glares. It’s apparent that they don’t like my answer.
“You want to what, date?” Viking spits out, sounding disgusted.
Blowing out a trembling breath, my own frustration grows. “Viking, I have been under the control of men my entire existence. I’ve never been allowed to make a decision about my life, and I want to do that now. I want to be able to date, go out, make mistakes, and figure out solutions.” Why am I getting so damn emotional about this?
“Date,” they both growl, stalking towards me like prey. “You can fucking date,” Priest hisses, bending down and biting the side of my neck until it hurts, yet a zing of pleasure erupts in my belly before making my pussy throb. “But it’ll only ever be us.” He licks across the bite mark that will absolutely bruise, then draws back.
Viking’s hand wraps around my throat, making my heart race. “We ever find another man sniffing around…make no mistake, hellcat, we’ll fucking kill him.”
I should run with the threats of violence, but god, it only attracts me to these men like a bee to honey.
“I understand,” I whimper, my body ready for whatever else they want to do to me. It doesn’t seem to matter that we’re on a public street and people are watching. To reassure them, I ask, “Would you like to see where I live?”
“Fuck yes,” Priest growls into the back of my neck, slipping his hands over mine and taking the bags from me. “You’ll ride with Viking, calm his ass down.”
We walk towards their bikes. Priest stores my bags as I give Viking directions, while he helps me onto the seat and places a helmet on my head. As he slides in front of me, I notice how smooth his movements are and realize his body is almost part of the bike.
Wrapping my arms around his waist, he checks that my feet are where they need to be and pulls me closer as he starts the beast. The rumble vibrates through my limbs, and I squeeze a little tighter as he takes off towards my new home.
Chapter 12
Priest
Her apartment building isn’t quite a dump, but it’s not as secure as I prefer. I’d like it if she agreed to come back to the clubhouse with us, but I understood her point. Even if she wasn’t staying with us. We could have arranged for her to have one of the cabins.
Gathering her grocery bags, we follow her inside, note the building’s security code, and walk with her to the elevator that barely fits two ordinary-sized people, let alone her and the two of us. We walk down the corridor to her place, and I catch shadows under the doors, signifying the nosy neighbors.
“This is me.” As she unlocks the door, her nervous laughter indicates she’s worried about the roommates, so I’m a little surprised when she holds it open for us to enter. I figured we’d be stopped in the hall. “I was planning on making lunch. Do you want to stay?” She places the bags on her counter, and my eyes roam around the open space.
“We’d love to,” I respond.
For as crappy as the building is, the girls she lives with obviously take pride in their surroundings because this place is nicely decorated. There’s a couch and two comfortable chairs in the living room, facing an entertainment unit filled with DVDs, CDs, and plants. A bookshelf sits near the balcony door, filled to the brim with books and small knick-knacks.
“Bigger than I thought it’d be,” Viking mutters as he wanders around, stopping to stare down a hallway.
“Uh, hello,” a wary female voice calls out, and I fight back a laugh. “Who are you?”
Logan rushes over, a nervous smile on her lips. “Hey, uhm, this is my friend Viking, and that’s Priest. Guys, this is Connie. She’s got afternoon classes online. Marie is at work.”
“Nice to meet you.” Connie eyes us up and down like we’re her next meal. “I’m just grabbing a snack before I start my first class.” She winks at Logan, and our girl damn near bursts into flames. “You three have fun.”
Connie returns to her room, and Logan is stuck in this awkward moment where she’s not sure what to do with herself. I find it adorable, so I don’t interrupt her as she puts the groceries away.
“You guys okay with chicken Caesar wraps?” she finally asks, still not facing us.
“Hellcat, come here.”
Viking’s demand flips something in her. Immediately, she turns to face him and shuffles over to where he leans against the kitchen island. I chew at my bottom lip while watching my friend trace her body with his hands before scooping her up and dropping her ass on the island. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to get inside of her right now.
Striding over to them, Viking moves to the side without releasing their lip lock but allows me access to her body. Spreading her thighs, my hands roam up and down slowly, teasing her until she whimpers into my friend’s mouth before I slide one hand to her pussy.
“Fuck, she’s hot. I bet she’s tight like a vice, too.” It’s going to hurt the first time we fuck her. She’s too small, too tight, for it not to.
Gliding a finger from the bottom of her pussy to the top, I apply pressure when I get to her clit, and her body jumps as she cries out into Viking’s kiss.
Petting her through her pants, I lean into her ear and whisper, “You want to stay here, then we need something from you.”
