Chapter 14 #2
I began to make my way over to Priest, the heat in his eyes calling to me, when someone stepped between us, breaking our connection and reminding me that a party was raging around us.
“Hey, Indi, wanna dance?” Thor asked hopefully. Priest was rooted to the spot, too far away to hear Thor’s words, though that didn’t stop him from glaring.
“Uhm,” I considered for a moment, “yeah. Sure, why not?” It was my first party after all, and we were all here to have fun.
Placing my hand in his, I allowed Thor to lead me to the improvised dance floor, where several other couples moved to a rough, wild beat.
Priest’s eyes never left me as we danced.
I couldn’t see him, but I could feel his gaze slide over me like a caress.
Thor put a hand on my waist, guiding me into him until my hips bumped his.
He moved well, but I didn’t feel a pull toward him like I did with Priest. Thor was good-looking enough, with his ocher-colored eyes and dark hair.
His angular jaw was covered in a few days' worth of stubble, but it made him look attractive instead of sloppy.
Apparently, there was an art to the scruff, kind of like there was an art to messy buns.
I may not be attracted to Thor, but he was a pretty good dancer, so I found myself relaxing and just letting go.
With my eyes closed, I turned in Thor’s arms, and he didn’t waste any time tucking himself in behind me as we both moved with the rhythm of the music.
When my lids eventually parted, I was met by an intense, bright blue gaze inches away.
A surprised gasp left my lips, causing Priest’s to curve in a wicked smirk.
He flicked his gaze over my shoulder for a moment before his eyes locked with mine, and he joined the dance.
Priest
Possessive jealousy isn’t a good look, man.
She’s having fun. Don’t be a dick and ruin it.
I wanted to rush over to the dancers and rip Indigo out of Thor’s arms and break each one of his fingers I could see gripping her waist. Oh, I wanted that real bad.
I wouldn’t do it, though. For one, even I could acknowledge that would be a bit of an overreaction.
Second, Indigo was likely to bolt if I even pretended to act like I owned her.
I might be beginning to think of her as mine, but that didn’t mean she actually was.
She could dance… or do anything else… with whomever she wanted, and I didn’t have the right to stop her.
I didn’t even want to stop her from doing what she wanted (within reason…
an important caveat to have, knowing my angel).
I just wanted her to only want to do those things with me.
I had to convince her that I was the only man for her, so she’d choose me.
I couldn’t tell you what song was playing or who was doing whatever else in the clubhouse, I’d given in to temptation, and all I could focus on was the woman before me.
Hips swaying, hands in her hair, Indigo moved hypnotically.
I was drawn in, like a moth to a flame, until we were pressed together. I didn’t care if I burned.
Thor, seeing he’d lost her attention, shot me an irritated glare and eventually backed away to find someone else to entertain himself with.
Sorry for the cockblock, brother, but this fallen angel is mine.
Indigo didn’t even notice when he left, or if she did, she didn’t show it.
Her eyes were too busy flicking from my eyes to my lips and back again, unable to hide the fact that Indigo wanted another taste of me.
I’d kiss her, hell yeah, I would, but not yet.
Gently tugging on her waist, I pulled Indigo forward until her chest bumped mine.
White teeth nibbled her plush bottom lip before Indigo resumed her dance, her hips swaying in a devastating rhythm.
Her sweet, sunshine scent filled my nose and made my mouth water.
Big green eyes, hooded and sultry, never left my face as we moved to the music, lost in our own tension-filled bubble.
Far too soon for my liking, the song ended, and Indi blushed when she realized how close we both were.
My thigh was practically between her legs, and her arms were wrapped around my neck, pressing her tits into my chest. Face a glowing pink, Indigo rushed over to Lennon, who handed her a drink and introduced Indi to the townie guy she’d been dancing with.
I allowed her retreat and circled the room until I found a position at the bar that gave me a direct line of sight to the sexy psycho I couldn’t stop thinking about.
Her eyes met mine as I reached down to adjust myself in my jeans, not bothering to hide how dancing with Indigo affected me.
She blushed an adorable shade of strawberry, making me want her even more.
I reached into the pocket in my cut that usually held my pack of smokes and a lighter.
Instead of a cigarette, I withdrew a bright red lollipop.
I’d won a handful from Indi when we played her made-up card game, and now every time I wanted to light up, I had a sucker instead.
I hadn’t had a cigarette in almost two days, but I’d had countless lollipops.
Their taste reminded me of how sweet Indigo’s lips had been that night in the garage, and I found myself addicted to something far more habit-forming than nicotine. The taste of her.
Indi watched as I ripped the plastic off the lollipop and placed the candy in my mouth, gulping when my lips stretched into a mischievous smile.
Quirking my eyebrow at Indi, I gestured toward the saloon doors leading deeper into the clubhouse.
She narrowed her eyes a bit as I bit into my lollipop, the candy crunching between my teeth.
I turned and walked toward the saloon doors, praying that she would follow.
I walked down the hall and into my office, in the area of the clubhouse that was restricted to our guests.
Everyone knew the business side of the clubhouse was off-limits during parties.
The noise from the party prevented me from hearing her steps, so I was unsure if Indigo followed me away from the crowd.
Flipping the light on as I went, I left the door open.
I threw the lollipop stick into the trash and leaned back on my desk, waiting with my arms crossed across my chest to see if Indi wanted me the way I wanted her, or if I was alone in my obsession.
She didn’t make me wait long, thank fuck.
Indigo, hair disheveled and eyes wild, stepped over the threshold of my office.
She looked feral. I had a white-knuckle grip on the desk below me to keep myself from rushing her.
She used her booted foot to kick the door closed behind her, her chest moving with her deep breaths as if she had been running.
We both eye-fucked each other for about ten seconds before lunging forward and meeting in the middle of my office.
Indigo stood on the tips of her toes and pulled down on my neck, searching for a kiss.
Our lips brushed briefly, but I held myself back from giving her what she was seeking.
I needed something from her first, her words.
“Tell me,” I said, my lips teasing hers and my hands gripping her hips.
“Tell you what?” she asked in a throaty voice.
“Tell me you want me. You want this.” The tip of her tongue flicked out to moisten the bow of her upper lip, and I groaned, my dick throbbing in my jeans. God, tell me. Tell me, please just say—
“Priest, I want you to kiss me. Please, I need—" She didn’t complete her sentence because I’d heard enough.
My lips rushed to meet hers, greedy for the girl who drove me fucking crazy.
I teased her bottom lip with my tongue, and she eagerly granted me access to her luscious mouth, allowing me to deepen the kiss.
Indigo’s arms snaked up to my shoulders, which she gripped right before she used them for leverage to hop onto me.
Her legs wrapped around my waist as my hands immediately landed on her ass, supporting her weight and pressing her into the rigid outline of my dick, where it strained to get out of my jeans.
A heady moan left Indigo’s mouth as her lips left mine.
“Priest,” she gasped as I rocked her up and down, giving her pressure exactly where she needed it.
I watched her hungrily, loving the fact that no one knew how exquisite Indigo looked when she was about to come.
That honor was mine alone. Her lips fed from mine, ravenous for pleasure and connection.
I’d give her anything she needed, for as long as she’d let me.
I tilted my pelvis, changing the pressure on her core and hitting her from a slightly different angle. She gasped, just like I knew she would, and her panting breaths and little mewls of pleasure let me know she was close.
My lips brushed hers as I murmured, “That’s it, angel.
Rub that perfect little pussy all over my cock.
Let me see you come.” With a shudder and a sexy little moan, Indigo came apart beautifully, grasping my shoulders with her head thrown back.
I helped her ride out her waves of pleasure and gently set her down on my desk as she caught her breath.
Goddamn, that was hot.