12. Priest
After I’d finished my calls, I left my office. Cheekz had initially followed me into my office to talk, but I told her that I didn’t have time. I half expected her to be outside my door when I stepped out, but she wasn’t. I went straight back to the main room of the clubhouse and looked for September. She was with Bell, and I was okay with that.
Bell was a good woman, and she would be a good influence for September. I wasn’t even sure why I thought about that because it wasn’t like I would keep her little feisty ass around. As much as I wanted to protect her from her father and fiancé, I knew this life wasn’t the one for her. I just needed to figure out what to do with her.
“You thirsty?” I asked. I sat down on the couch beside her and popped open my beer.
“No.”
Her response was clipped, but before I could ask her about her tone, Moon came up and dapped me up.
“Wassup, stranger.”
I shook my head and warned, “Don’t you start on that shit too.”
He took the chair opposite us and replied, “I’m just saying. Shorty must keep your hands full. You ain’t ever stayed away from the clubhouse this much. Shit, even during the height of COVID, your ass was here every day.”
“There’s a lot going on,” I answered, not wanting September to get the wrong idea either. “I’ve been handling a lot of business throughout the day, and then I have to get back to check on her, make sure she eats and shit.”
September sighed. “I’m not a pet, and you can quit talking about me as if I weren’t here.”
“Nah, you’re just a little runaway,” I replied, surprised at my teasing tone.
“You could’ve left her here.”
“Who was gonna watch over her?”
Moon slapped his hand against his chest. “I’m hurt, my nigga. You saying you don’t trust your homies to watch her?”
“I’m saying she’s crafty, and I know y’all ain’t even ready for her.”
“What you saying?” Moon asked and chuckled.
“The girl’s got moves, and she’s got heart,” I answered and looked at September.
I could tell she tried hard as hell not to smile at the backhanded compliment I had paid her.
“I know you see a lot of shit going on around here,” Moon remarked and looked at September. “But we’re not a bad group at all.”
“Oh, I can tell by the way that woman’s lying on the pool table, and the guys are taking shots on her crotch. A real classy group,” she replied snidely.
I almost spit my beer out from laughter, but I managed to choke it down.
Moon looked over his shoulder and laughed. I could feel September’s curiosity and the sexual tension that emanated from her. I knew that she was turned on, but it probably horrified her that she felt that way.
“Spank is a freak,” Moon declared and waved his hand at the sight.
Spank was laid out on the pool table with her legs spread wide open, and a few of the brothers who weren’t council members took shots off her barely covered pussy.
“I’d say the men are too,” September challenged.
“They’re a bunch of overgrown hormonal teenaged boys who just hit puberty,” I replied.
“That’s exactly what they’re acting like. Still no excuse for their behavior, and it doesn’t make them better than her,” she responded.
“You’re right, it doesn’t. But they’re cool. They’re good guys, and they don’t give me any trouble,” I mumbled.
“Yeah, but I see who is about to give you trouble,” Moon spoke up.
I turned to look in the direction he was looking in, and I saw Cheekz marching our way.
“Priest,” she greeted and dropped down onto the couch on the other side of me.
“What’s up?” I asked and turned my beer up to my lips.
Cheekz leaned into my side and lifted my arm around her. I could feel September tense up on the other side of me, but I ignored it.
“You gonna introduce me to your little friend?” Cheekz asked.
“I’m not little, and I would hardly call us friends,” September replied.
Moon’s eyes widened, and he looked at both women and then at me.
“The name’s September, by the way. And yours?”
“Cheekz,” she replied drily and kissed my neck.
“Chill,” I mumbled.
“She needs to get accustomed to how shit runs around here,” Cheekz retorted.
My jaw clenched, and anger burned within me. I knew she felt that she was being done wrong, but I wasn’t about to tolerate her disrespect.
“Chill ya ass out, Cheekz,” I warned again.
Moon sighed, hopped up, and announced, “I’ll holler.”
I wished that I could get away that easily. I just nodded as Cheekz grabbed my crotch and kissed down my neck. September sat forward as if she were about to stand up. I grabbed her wrist and tugged her back down.
“Where the fuck you going?” I asked.
She bristled with anger and stared into my eyes. “To give you two privacy.”
“Nah, sit your ass here,” I stated and gripped Cheekz’s and September’s hands.
“Well, I don’t want to sit back and watch her feel you up. Voyeurism isn’t my thing.”
“It’s kind of fun if you give it a shot, bougie bitch.” Cheekz muttered the last part, and I shot her a glare.
“Afraid you might get turned on, pampered princess?” I asked. I grabbed her head and turned her to face me.
“Not in a million years.”
“Maybe she wants a threesome,” Cheekz mocked. We had them in the past, and it was a fantasy I’d contemplated.
“Is that what you want, beautiful?” I asked September, partially wanting her to say yes and then partially wanting to keep her all for myself. I couldn’t figure out why I was feeling this girl the way that I was. Being with her and Cheekz at the same time would temper those feelings.
Fire sparked in those beautiful brown eyes. “Do I look like I do women?”
“Don’t knock it,” Cheekz hissed. “I could eat your pussy better than a nigga,” Cheekz replied.
“I’m not interested in bumping muffs, especially not with one that’s passed around,” September retorted.
I grabbed Cheekz’s thigh the minute that she flinched. “Chill.” My tone was low, and my voice held an edge of danger that made Cheekz sit back.
“Tell me what you want, beautiful,” I stated and cupped September’s cheek. I hadn’t meant to disrespect her. I just hoped to introduce her to something new that she didn’t know she wanted. I thought maybe we could have some fun, but maybe not.
“I want to go home.”
“Never,” I growled. That wasn’t what I expected her to say.
I leaned closer and bit September’s bottom lip. She didn’t pull away, but our eyes clashed in a fiery battle. I licked her bottom lip and then the top one before I pressed my lips against hers and forced her to open her mouth. September kissed me like she had something to prove with her gaze still locked on mine. It was the most sensual shit I had done.
“I need to speak with you for a minute,” Cheekz demanded. She got up from the couch, and I broke my kiss off with September.
“A’ight.”
I looked at September. “I’ll be back. Chill here for a minute. Aye, Excavator, keep an eye on her,” I ordered when he walked by.
“No problem,” Excavator remarked. He beamed at September and sat down.
“Priest, I?—”
“Chill yo’ ass here,” I growled at her.
I grabbed Cheekz’s hand and tugged her toward the steps and away from prying ears.
“What’s up, Cheekz?” I asked when we were in my office with the door closed.
“Who is she to you, Priest?”
I sat on the edge of my desk, crossed my boots at the ankles, and my arms over my chest.
“What the fuck is this about, Cheekz?”
“I want to know who she is to you.”
“You know who she is. Someone we’re holding for ransom until I get my shit back.”
“Is that what you’re telling yourself? Because you’ve never kissed me.”
“What else do you want me to say?”
“You’ve not been here, Priest. You’re always around her, all about her, and you don’t even spend time with me anymore.”
“Cheekz, I think that you’re getting shit confused.”
“I’m not getting anything confused. I’ve spent the last two years of my life servicing you and catering to your needs. I was thinking that I could be your queen, and we could rule this shit together.”
My head had been bent, and my eyes narrowed at the floor. I slowly dragged my head up until my gaze met hers.
“You finished yet?” I asked.
“And now you want to ridicule me?”
I snatched her by the arm as she turned to leave. “You don’t walk away from me.”
“You’re breaking me, Priest. Have you fucked her too? Have you? Does she suck your dick as good as I do?” Cheekz asked. She dropped to her knees and gripped my zipper. My dick jerked to life when she cupped it, and I felt the sting of that betrayal like a muthafucka. It was supposed to respond to her, but my first thought was how would September feel if she knew that. I never gave a shit about what a bitch thought, so why was I worried about that now? I felt bad. I had never set out to play with Cheekz’s feelings, but I’d always kept it real. Now, I wasn’t sure what I was doing. I didn’t want to hurt September or Cheekz.
“Get up,” I demanded through gritted teeth.
“No, I’m gonna make you remember who this dick belongs to,” she purred and jerked my zipper down.
I hesitated for a second, ready to let her suck me off, but in the end, I couldn’t do that shit. I knew that she wasn’t who I wanted. The one I wanted was downstairs waiting for me to return, and somehow, I knew she would be angry if she knew that I had done this, despite her claims that she didn’t want me that way.
“Get. Up,” I grunted and jerked Cheekz to her feet. I zipped my pants up and mugged her. Cheekz and I stared at each other for several seconds before she shook her head.
“You’ve never denied me the privilege of giving you head or riding that dick. The only time you’ve told me no was when you were in the midst of business, something that I could respect.”
“Stop trying to make this something that it ain’t, Cheekz. It’s never been like that.”
“Since when, Priest?”
“You saying that it has been?”
“To my knowledge, I’m the only one you’re fucking. But here you are taking this bitch to your home when I’ve never even been there.”
“The reason she’s at my place has nothing to do with me wanting to fuck her or not.”
“But do you?” Cheekz demanded and placed her hands on her hips.
I sighed and dragged my hand down my face. “Listen, I respect the fact that the last two years you catered to me. But make no mistake about it. I said when you stepped into that position that I don’t share my pussy with no nigga. I told you that you could be replaced at any time without warning. I told you that I was looking for a replacement for Delite,” I declared.
That was a lie. There was no way that September would ever be a sweet butt.
“And is that what she is? Seems to me like she’s more than that,” Cheekz asserted, calling me out on my lie.
“Listen, you said you were good with our arrangement; you were just in it for fun.”
“And we did have fun, Priest. But two years have passed. This is my life.”
“Yeah? And this is my life, too, the one you claimed you accepted.”
“So, you’re saying that it meant nothing to you, Priest?”
“You filled a role, Cheekz, that you volunteered for.”
“I hoped that it would be more than just a role.”
“When you came to my bed that first night, I said I wasn’t looking for an old lady, just convenient pussy. And you said you’d make it as convenient and easy for me as I needed it to be.”
“I did.”
“I never led your ass on. Don’t fucking come at me like that. You know what this was.”
“Was?” she asked. She turned her gaze away from me, crossed her arms over her breasts, and huffed out a sigh. “I could be that woman you need.”
“I have no doubt that you could, Cheekz,” I confirmed. I gripped her chin and turned her to face me. “But let’s face it. You took a few college classes, dropped out because you made more money shaking your ass, and then you decided to be a club whore. Those were your choices. Nobody forced you to do that shit.”
“So, what am I supposed to do now?”
“Go back to school. The MC will pay for it.”
The tears fell from her eyes. “Does she mean all that to you?”
“I ain’t got no problem if you just wanna fuck, Cheekz. But don’t expect anything more than that from me. I ain’t got more in me to offer. I’m sorry.”
I didn’t say anything.
“Why don’t you just let me go?” Cheekz hissed as tears fell from her eyes. I reached out for her, but she backed away.
“You can go, Cheekz. I’m sorry. I can’t be what you need.”
“But you can be what she needs?” She cried.
“One thing ain’t got shit to do with the other. You didn’t start putting demands on me until she came around.”
“And you didn’t come up missing until she came around,” Cheekz countered.
“I thought you respected the boundary lines I set in place. I swear I never tried to hurt you.”
“You can’t tell that to my heart. It wants what it wants, but I guess you know that, huh?” Cheekz turned and stormed out of my office. I heard her sharp voice shout, “Bitch, please! Don’t fucking apologize to me!” outside of my office just before September stepped inside.
“You done?” September asked in a sharp tone.
“I told you I’d be back.”
“You’ve told me a lot of things. Don’t use me in your childish games, Priest. Grow the fuck up.”
“What’d you say to me?” I asked and walked toward her.
“That little shit show down there. When you kissed me, you played with that girl’s feelings. Don’t use me for your bullshit, Priest.”
“I didn’t hear you complaining while your tongue was down my throat.”
“That’s what you think that was?”
“I know what it was. Why you trippin’ now?”
“What did you just do, Priest? Bring her up here to have a quickie?”
I shook my head. “Why the fuck are women coming at me today like I owe them something? I don’t remember asking no one to be my girl, and I damn sure don’t recall putting a fucking ring on nobody’s finger!” I exclaimed.
“I’ll take that to mean she had some words for you too,” September remarked wryly. She crossed her arms over her chest and rolled her eyes at me.
“Why you give a damn?”
“I don’t.”
“Damn, I swear you’re more trouble than you’re worth.” I grumbled and turned to my desk to find my keys.
“You can actually take me home.”
That was the last straw. I forgot about the keys and turned back to her. “So your daddy can sell you to the next highest bidder if Usher don’t want you no more? Or so you can be just another member of Usher’s harem?”
“It’s not like that,” she argued.
“It ain’t? Tell that to Usher’s last wife, Myesha. She escaped his ass for that exact reason. Moved to New York with her family and married someone who loved her. I know fuck ass niggas like your daddy and Daniel Usher ain’t shit. I treated you with more respect than they ever will. I ain’t up here trying to sell your ass.”
“That’s exactly what you’re doing, Priest. You’re trying to sell me for some guns. I don’t know what’s worse,” she replied and threw her arms up in the air.
“At least you know where you stand with me. I’m a real ass nigga who keeps it a hundred at all times.”
“So, I’m supposed to be loyal to your ass for what? You’re a psychopath, Priest. You’re hot and cold, interested in me and not, and gentle and harsh. I have no idea where I stand with you. You’re up under me one minute and all over another woman the next. You have no respect, you’re not trustworthy, and?—”
I covered her mouth with my kisses. I was tired of hearing her bullshit. I knew that I confused her because I was confused by my actions. September opened her mouth and allowed my tongue entrance, and her hands reached up to tug my braids. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer.
It was a wrap when she threw one leg up and locked it behind mine. I lifted her little ass, tossed her onto my desk, and knocked shit over, including the keys I’d been looking for. My hands went to her button and released it and then the zipper while I kissed her.
I broke off the kiss. “Take them tight-ass jeans off,” I ordered.
September obeyed my command, and I unfastened my own jeans. I grabbed her thighs and pulled her to the edge of my desk.
“Lie back,” I instructed and pulled her thong aside. I slid two fingers inside of her, and her eyes closed as she whimpered, “Yes, Priest.” I slid my fingers in and out of that fat pussy and rubbed her clit until it grew hard. September licked her lips and gyrated her hips. She was shiny and wet, and her clit stood up hard as a muthafucka. “Look at you. You like this toxic shit. It turns you on,” I grumbled.
She was about to protest until I covered her pussy with my mouth. I groaned in satisfaction at the taste of her, and I loved how she wiggled when I plunged my tongue in and out of her velvety flesh along with my finger. She tried to scoot backward on my desk, but I threaded my arms underneath her legs and snatched her fine ass back.
I buried my face between her thighs and completely covered her mound while I shoved a finger inside of her ass. I sucked on her pussy lips one at a time before I sucked her clit between my lips. I knew that she loved that shit because September skeeted on my face and drowned my lips, mustache, and beard with her exotic-tasting pussy juices. She thrashed about and stomped one of her booted feet on the desktop, which only made me clamp down on her thighs tighter and plunge another finger into her ass. I wouldn’t let that pussy go until I was full. I wanted to be overfull before I pulled back from the table because I wasn’t sure when I’d get to do this again.
“Priest!” she screamed, and I didn’t give a damn who heard her or what they thought happened. I looked up, and our eyes locked. September no longer resisted me. Instead, September pushed her pussy into my face and hunched hard. My tongue stroked her insides, and she coated my lips with her juices. I had a brief thought that I wouldn’t wash my face but savor her taste for later.