She patted the bed. Her palms itched to touch him.

  He made no move to join her. She glanced down. He was obviously enjoying being with her. It wasn't easy to hide behind changing his mind when he was standing in front of her without any clothes on.

  "No limit?" he asked.

  Again, she wasn't sure what he meant. She moistened her lips. Her schedule was open, except for Saturday. She could stay for as long as he wanted. Sex should never have a time limit, anyway. Like him, she wanted to go as long as it took for both of them to feel good.

  "I'll stay until you kick me out." She grinned, reaching for him.

  He took her hand and brought her closer. "Sit with your back against the pole."

  She scurried, looking up and back. The four-poster bed had tall corners. She'd noticed the first time she'd caught a glimpse inside his room that he had a king-size bed. Back home, when she had a room and private area, her mattress sat directly on the floor. Her parents had never been into furniture, preferring swing chairs, hammocks, and beanbags in the living room instead of a sofa and recliner.

  She hadn't thought about the differences until she'd left home and gone out on her own. To her, everyone in the community growing up lived a similar lifestyle. But she quite liked the grandiose style of how other people lived.

  Priest owned her dream home. A dream she hadn't known about until meeting him, and that was the coolest thing to learn about herself.

  Priest stood behind the pole and reached around her. She looked down at her chest when he started working the buttons loose on her flannel shirt.

  Frustrated halfway down the front, he pulled at the opening he'd created and ripped the buttons off the rest of the shirt. Her breath hitched.

  He peeled the material off her shoulders. Her arms went behind her as he slid her sleeves down to her wrists. The flannel tightened, drawing her hands together. She looked over her shoulder and met his gaze.

  He'd tied her to the bedpost.

  Her breathing deepened. Naked and unable to pry her arms apart, she pursed her lips, drawing air into her lungs.

  It was frightening.

  Yet, the way Priest looked at her was exciting.

  Nobody had taken her free-will away.

  She was at his mercy.

  He could harm her or leave her, and there was nothing she could do. Her stomach quivered, and her nipples peaked in anticipation of what came next. It was a pleasing mixture of fear and excitement that she found shocking.

  She pulled her legs up and crossed them. Aware that he could see the wetness between her legs.

  He slid his hand under her chin and turned her face up. Kissing her lips, he murmured. "Good."

  That one little word rolled through her. She wasn't doing anything. Relying on him, she could only wait.

  Priest stepped out from behind her and put his knee on the bed. Untangling her legs, he spread her limbs wide and laid down between her thighs. He slid his hands under her butt and tipped her pelvis.

  Her back rubbed against the pole as she shifted. Wanting to touch him, she strained against the binding.

  Priest placed his hand on her stomach and sprawled his fingers. "Settle down."

  She stilled. His gaze warmed, and she exhaled slowly, wanting to please him.

  "I'm going to lick your pussy." He moved his head side to side, letting his beard tickle her between the legs.

  Her toes curled. "Can't I touch you?"

  "Not yet." He lowered his head.

  His warm mouth pressed against her sex. She sucked in air and braced against the storm of sensations flooding her body. His tongue...

  "Dear Lord," she mumbled, squeezing her eyes closed.

  Her thighs trembled. Open to him, and with his hands kneading her butt cheeks, lifting her off the bed, moving her, she could only focus on what he was doing to her. The feelings were mind-blowing.

  She wanted to move against him. The need to capture and hold the pleasure left her frantic.

  The flannel material cut into her wrists. She forced herself to stay against the post on the bed.

  Priest's skin was hot against hers, drawing her closer. But she couldn't get there on her own.

  He dipped his tongue deeper and lapped up her slit, caressing her clit. She moaned, barely aware that the light in the room had faded. The daylight waned like her inhibitions. Inhibitions, she had no idea she had until he'd tied her to the bed.

  She was no longer afraid of what could happen while she was under his control but eager to see what else he would do.

  Priest growled, squeezing her bottom and opening his mouth wider. He sucked, stroking her with his tongue. She clamped his head between her legs.

  "Right there. Oh, God. Yes. More," she said.

  Priest's breathing fed her frenzy. Her stomach tightened. Her climax grabbed hold.

  He lifted his head. His heated gaze intensified.

  "No. Don't stop." She wagged her head side to side. "Michael..."

  A growl escaped his lips as he moved off the bed. Her tightly strung body rolled toward him. The binding on her wrists tugged her back, slapping her with the knowledge that only when he was ready would she see any relief.

  He circled her wrists with one hand and hooked her legs with the other, turning her until her feet hung off the bed. Scooping her under the arms, he lifted her until she stood on the floor, her back to the post.

  The new position let her move as far as her arms could straighten until the flannel shirt stopped her.

  Priest cupped her face. "I want to see you lose control."

  She moaned. "Touch me."

  He slid his finger between her legs and circled her clit. Her head fell forward, landing on his chest. He cupped the back of her neck, holding her still while he rubbed her wetness around her pussy, slipping a finger inside of her making her gasp.

  "I'm going to go easy on you tonight." He kissed the back of her head. "But the next time, I'm going to push you, make you beg for my cock."

  She shook her head. "No."

  "Oh, yeah." He plunged his finger in her deeper than before.

  She came up on her toes. "Yes."

  He chuckled. "I think you're ready."

  "I'm so, so ready." She panted. "Please, untie me. Please."

  His finger left her body. The binding loosened. She pulled her hands free and reached up, grabbing Priest's head, his neck, his shoulders. Pressing her breasts against him, she lifted her foot off the floor and rubbed her thigh against his outer leg.

  He walked her backward. The back of her knees hit the mattress. Her world tilted as he took her down on the bed.

  Settled between her legs, he nudged her inner thigh with his hardness, and his upper body stretched off to the side. She kissed his chest, rubbing her hands down his sides.

  The crinkle of a foil wrapper arched her body. Priest pushed up to his knees. She pushed up to her elbows. He rolled the protection over his cock. Over his beautiful, beautiful cock.

  She hooked her ankles behind his thighs, pulling him down, and looped her arms around his neck. He captured her lips and plunged his hardness into her.

  He swallowed her moan. Squeezing his ass, she writhed under him. Every time he thrust fully inside her pussy, he ground his pelvis against her. Her lower stomach warmed, and her desperation to climax grew.

  He slid his hand underneath her and rolled her. Not letting her rise up on him, he rolled again until she was underneath him. Her butt threatened to slide off the bed.

  Priest put his feet on the floor, lifted her legs. She hooked her ankles behind his back. Leaning over her, he cupped the top of her shoulders and braced her. Then, thrust inside of her.

  A deep moan came from her chest as it seemed like his cock hit the back of her throat. But that was impossible. Wasn't it?

  He stroked her long and deep. Her legs shook, and she threw her arms out to the sides and fisted the blanket.

  "Oh." She gasped. "My." A hysterical laugh erupted. "God," she screamed.

  Her body convulsed in pleasure. The back of her head pressed into the mattress, and her eyelids fluttered.

  She quivered, jolts from her orgasm suspended her in time. "Mi...chael."

  Priest's thrust grew erratic before stopping. His deep groan soothed her fragile nerves. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him down. He rolled with her, until they both were on their sides, breathing heavily, trying to catch their breaths.

  He kissed the top of her head. She closed her eyes, sighing contently against his chest.

  Several minutes later, she said, "So, when you asked if I had a limit, you weren't talking about if I had a certain time limit on how long I could stay at your house."

  His chest quivered in amusement. Nicole lifted her head and opened her eyes. A deep bark of laughter erupted from him before he slipped his cock out of her, grabbed the condom, and disposed of it in the trash basket beside the bed.

  "Michael?" She sat up, studying him in a new light. "What kind of kinky shit are you into?"

  His gaze softened and warmed. Chuckling to himself, he walked out of the room, leaving her to assume the answer herself.

  She stared at the empty doorway. Once again, caught between fear and excitement, she made her decision to stay.

  Chapter 8

  Priest

  NICOLE WALKED NAKED out of the bathroom. Priest slipped his pistol into the pocket of his Tarkio Motorcycle Club vest. The hell if she hadn't jumped right on him, the second she sensed him waking up.

  He thought after last night, he might've pushed her too fast. His urge to take her harder, deeper waged war inside him. He'd almost lost control.

  But this morning was for her. She was greedy for more, and he took the time to make sure he put a smile on her face.

  The doorbell rang, followed by three knocks.

  Nicole frowned. "Are you leaving?"

  "Just dressed for the day." He walked over to her, hooked her waist, and slapped her ass, making her jump. "Unless I'm needed, I'll stay home until this evening. I'll go find out why my men are here."

  She kissed him. "I'll fix us something to eat while you talk to them."

  He strolled out of the room and opened the front door.

  Curley, Razor, and Paco walked inside. He followed them into the living room.

  "What's up?" He grabbed an ashtray off the end table and slid it onto the coffee table, grabbing his pack of smokes and lighting a cigarette.

  "We finished taking the load over to Steel Mechanics. I've put Frank, Rick, Razor, and Wyatt on the crew. Roddy will lead them. I'll be the end man for the ride. Jerry and Aaron will bring the truck to the garage. We measured it out. We should be able to back the trailer into one of the bays and have everything loaded within forty minutes or so of hitting the road." Curley lit a smoke and squatted near the coffee table.

  Priest exhaled. "You'll be right in the middle of the damn neighborhood. I don't like having all those eyes on what is going on, especially with Nelson in prison. The place has been quiet lately since we stopped renting the upstairs of the garage out.

  "Not much we can do about that now." Razor sat on the back of the couch. "I talked to that girl...you know the one that hung all over Nelson before he was incarcerated. She's working at Riverside Bar now, all grown up. Looking fucking fine, I'll add."

  "Get to the point," interrupted Priest.

  Razor adjusted his bandana on his head. "She was talking to another chick that works at the bar about a rummage sale at the Odd Fellows Hall. Apparently, everyone in the neighborhood is donating crap to help raise funds for another neighbor who lost her husband in a car crash recently when he was traveling for business. It sounds like most of the people in the area will be across town, running the sale on Saturday morning."

  "Good," he muttered.

  "Jerry mentioned that Tracy made a stack of phony invoices for the majority of the load. That'll blind the cops in Missoula, but we'll have to be careful once we get on the interstate. The staters are already profiling every fucking biker that travels." Curley straightened. "There will be more traffic, and we'll have to go out of our way if there are any speed traps, seeing how it's a weekend, and the weather will be nice."

  "Send two of the prospects out ahead of you. Let them get an hour lead and have them chart your course. Tell them to stop at any payphone along the way and let you know if they spot any trouble." Priest walked across the room and looked out the window. "Grab a cell phone from the clubhouse. Make sure one of you knows how to use it. Think up some codewords. We don't want the call traced."

  "A few more years, I bet we'll all be carrying cell phones," said Paco.

  "I don't." Razor sniffed. "They're too damn expensive."

  There was always a risk transporting hot parts across the state, but not as big as their meeting with Lagsturns coming up.

  "Fucking hell." Razor whistled softly, moving away from Priest. "I'll catch up with you guys later."

  Priest looked over his shoulder in time to find Razor swooping in on Nicole, wrapping his arms around her, and swinging her back for a kiss.

  "Let go of her." Priest turned around, taking in every inch of Nicole's naked body.

  "But, Prez." Razor's face was inches from Nicole's lips. "I never got to fuck around last night at the club—"

  "She's not one of the women." Priest stayed on the other side of the room.

  Nicole stared between him and Razor, unaware of what her naked body was doing to every man in the room, including him. The fact that Razor's dirty hands were holding her failed to shock her, going by the amusement in her eyes.

  Razor straightened her and stepped back, his hands held up. "Apologies."

  "Not a prob." Nicole lifted the T-shirt she held in her hand and looked at Priest. "Can I wear this?"

  He dipped his chin. She slipped it over her head and pulled the hem of his American Freedom shirt over her butt and let it fall to her upper thighs. It was a shame that she covered herself. He'd still have her naked if the Tarkio members hadn't come over.

  He walked to Nicole. "You can see yourselves out. If anything else comes up, let me know tonight at the clubhouse."

  "Sure, Prez." Razor slapped him on the back. "Catch you later."

  Once he was alone with Nicole, he took the shirt off of her. She wiggled and pressed her body against him.

  "I made us each a fried egg sandwich." She kissed him. "I'm sorry for interrupting you. I thought you were standing at the door, talking to them. I was only going to wave the shirt at you to see if I could borrow it. Going through my clothes, I need to visit the laundromat in town. I've officially run out of clean clothes."

  He walked her into the kitchen. Grabbing a stool next to the counter, he plopped his ass down.

  "You can't be naked around the Tarkio members if I'm not around. To them, it's an open invitation to fuck you." He took a bite of his sandwich.

  "That's a little extreme, don't you think?" She stood on the other side of the counter and broke off a piece of her sandwich and put it in her mouth. "The human body can be enjoyed without being violated. Being naked is freeing. It's my right to enjoy what I was given. It's not an open invitation to an orgy."

  He opened his mouth to argue with her, and she held up her finger.

  "Just so you know. If I knew they were inside the house, I would've put on clothes before coming out of the bedroom. I honestly thought they were outside, and you were standing at the door." She slightly lifted her brows. "I've been away from home long enough to learn how to behave around polite society. With that said, it's just skin...no reason to go crazy seeing boobs and ass."

  Now, he was getting somewhere with her. He'd been with most of the women who hung around the clubhouse. They weren't shy about showing their body or having sex in front of others or with more than one man, but they were all either drunk or snorting something that took away their inhibitions.

  Not one of them would parade around in front of a group of bikers stone-cold sober.

  Wherever she came from, she had no inhibitions. The possibilities of finding someone open to his lifestyle, his cravings, his desires were something he never thought he'd find.

  "Well, bikers aren't polite," he said.

  "Okay." She reached over and stroked his arm. "I'll remember, and I am sorry. I don't want to make it awkward for anyone."

  "Everyone, where you lived, is okay with nudity and sex?" He looked inside his sandwich and spotted the mustard and mayonnaise.

  It was a damn-good sandwich.

  She shrugged. "I guess. Sure, some of them keep to themselves and not the groups, but there's no judgment. Nudity is accepted. There's nothing better than having sunshine on my skin. Men leave women alone, and vice versa, unless sex is mutual, and then there's some banging going on."

  "Northern California, right?" He'd been there many times.

  While Californians tended to be ahead of the times, compared to Montana, the only women he found willing to take their clothes off worked on the stage and wanted money.

  "Yeah." She smiled. "I lived there growing up. Once I turned eighteen years old, I tried to do the normal thing and went to beauty school in town—hated every second of it."

  "Why?"

  "The people in the nearest town don't accept people like me." She took another bite. "I knew that going in, so I concentrated on passing and getting my cosmetology license. Then, I stayed home and cut hair for a living, but that doesn't really work out when everyone cuts their own hair and refused to use the government's money." She laughed softly. "I ended up with a lot of food, crafts, and pot in exchange for my skills."

  "But, you left." He finished his sandwich. "You're here.

  She brushed crumbs from her hands and carried both plates to the sink, rinsing them off. "I've been away from home for five years. I decided one day I was going to give it an honest try to forge my own way in the world and experience a new way of life. I found out that I like traveling. There are so many things to see, and people are different in every area I've lived."

  His thoughts jumped to how she thought of herself as different. He planted his elbows on the counter and watched her.

  "I'll even admit, I like the conveniences I have away from home. Everything is easier. The only thing I've found to be hard is people. I don't fit in with large groups, but I have met some wonderful people, who I call friends," she said.

 

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