23. Priest
(FOUR MONTHS LATER)
“That shit’s beautiful, love,” I observed.
Gold and red leaves swirled around a black and gold cross in a rendition of our love and commitment to each other on September’s back. Fang, my head tattoo artist, applied some ointment to September’s upper back area.
I zoned out as he explained to her what she needed to do to care for the tattoo. She already knew, but she chose to let him drone on. I glanced at my phone again and read the text message.
CHAINZ:
It was just delivered, Prez. You want it out back or in the lot?
ME:
Take it to the back, under the patio.
CHAINZ:
Gotcha.
I flicked out of that text and went to the next one.
BELL:
Everything’s ready. We’re just waiting for you.
ME:
We’ll be there in half an hour. Tell Jagged to lock in on my location to keep y’all updated.
BELL:
Okay. See you soon.
“You ready, baby?” September’s soft voice came from behind me.
I turned back to her and smiled. She had just slipped her T-shirt back on. “Yeah. Let’s ride.”
“Wait, where’s my jacket?” she asked.
“It’s out there,” I replied and bobbed my head toward the door. She frowned, but she didn’t question me. I led her out of the room and to the receptionist’s desk.
“Hey, Patch. You got my baby’s jacket?” I asked the dude wearing glasses and a face full of piercings.
“Oh, yeah,” he replied.
I took the bag that he handed to me and turned to September. I pulled the black leather jacket from the bag and watched as she scrunched her face.
“Baby, that’s not my jacket.”
I turned the jacket around so that she could see the back. Her eyes widened and then her mouth dropped open. September pressed her hands against her mouth and screamed, which caused the other patrons, tattoo artists, and piercers to look up.
Fang stood behind her with a smirk on his face as he bobbed his head in approval.
“Are you serious, Priest?”
I smirked and pulled her close to me. “What you think, old lady?” I asked.
I lowered my head and covered her lips with mine. She moaned underneath me but pulled back when everyone else whistled and did catcalls. I laughed as she hit me in the chest.
“Priest, I love it,” she replied as her eyes moistened.
“Try it on,” I urged before I helped her into the jacket.
It was black leather with our patch: a plume of smoke rising from the infinity symbol between the top and bottom rockers. The name Immortal Descendants was on the top rocker, and Cherokee Springs, GA, was on the bottom rocker.
Above the patch were the words “Pampered Princess” and then underneath that in cursive font were the words “Priest’s Old Lady.” On the right sleeve were the words “head bitch.”
She ran her hands along the sleeves of the jacket and then looked at me with pride in her eyes.
I took her fingers in mine and led her out of the tattoo shop.
“Wait, where’s my other jacket?” she asked before she climbed on the bike.
“It’s right here,” I answered and patted the bag that I was about to stow away.
She nodded and climbed onto the bike. When I climbed on, she wrapped her arms around me and pressed those thick thighs against me just the way I liked. I started the bike, closed my eyes, and whispered a little prayer as I always did before I rode; a prayer of thanks for the ability to ride and protection over me during my travels.
We pulled up at the clubhouse a little over twenty minutes later. September had become comfortable with coming to the clubhouse, even when I had to leave her here for extended periods. She had built a beautiful relationship with Bell, Kyte, Juicy, Torch, and some of the girlfriends of the other men. As for the club whores, they kept their distance from her, but they gave her a grudging respect because of who she was to me.
“What’s going on, Priest?” she asked as we climbed off the bike.
“What you mean?”
“There’s no one out here. It’s like a ghost town.”
“Low and Red are out here,” I stated and pointed to the two prospects who patrolled the parking lot.
“I’m talking about the rest of the members,” she replied and rolled her eyes.
There were always people coming and going in the clubhouse.
“Shit. I don’t know. Let’s see what’s up,” I stated and took her hand again.
She glanced up at me again with a look of disbelief but allowed me to lead her into the club. The minute I pushed the doors open, everyone yelled, “Surprise!”
September jumped and then threw her hands up to her mouth. She looked at me and then at them and back at me again. Her eyes stayed wide, just like her hands stayed over her mouth.
“Dramatic ass. You gonna say something?” I asked and nudged her.
Everyone else laughed, and I had to pry her hands away from her mouth. She pulled her hands right back up but then pressed them over her eyes.
“Girl, please,” I teased. “Li’l ass doing too much.”
She peeled her hands away, and I couldn’t help but laugh along with everyone else.
“You guys,” she remarked with a moan. “Thank y’all so much.”
“You like it, baby?” I asked.
“I love it, Priest. And I love you for doing this for me,” she answered.
I pulled her up against me, wrapped an arm around her waist, and kissed her passionately.
“That’s enough. We want to celebrate our girl too,” Kyte announced and tugged on September’s arm.
September laughed and turned in her direction. She glanced back at me and vowed, “I’ll be back after I spend some time with the ladies.”
I nodded and released her after we exchanged one final kiss.
“How long you gonna keep her in the dark?” Sunny asked when he came to stand beside me.
“Shit, until she brings her little ass back my way.”
“Think she’ll see it before then?”
“Hell nah. She ain’t taking her ass out there, and they know to keep her away.”
“I saw your girl the other day,” he mumbled.
I frowned and glanced away from where September danced with Kyte. “Who?”
“Damn, how fast we do forget. That big-booty bitch that had your dick on lock for the last two years.”
“Oh, Cheekz. How’s she doing?”
“She’s good. She’s pregnant now?”
I jerked my head in his direction. With my arms crossed over my chest, I declared confidently, “It ain’t mine.”
Sunny threw his hands up in the air. “No one blamed you, man. I was surprised to see it was all. She’s in school, doing good, and she’s got a man. Some dude she had known since high school. That’s who she hooked up with again. Apparently, she’d been fucking him off and on all along.”
I nodded. “Good for her.”
“Wanna know how I know?”
“Not particularly,” I replied.
“Ran into her brother a day after I saw her. He told me that she’d been fucking with that nigga all along. Her brother warned her that she was gonna get somebody hurt if she didn’t quit playing those games, but she kept doing whatever she wanted to do.”
I nodded. “How far along is she?”
“Six months.”
“That shrewd, sheisty bitch.” I chuckled.
“What?”
“She tried to trap my ass.”
“Word?”
“Yeah. Kept showing me her tests and how she was clean. I knew that bitch was clean because I made sure she kept her ass at the doctor. I never fucked her raw, but she was always begging me to. I didn’t trust her ass around my condoms, either. I knew she was up to some shit, but I had no idea she was already pregnant.”
Sunny shrugged. “Gotta respect the game, my nigga.”
“Yeah. It’s all good, though, ’cause game recognizes game.”
“That’s probably why she was salty about September coming around too. Of all the bitches that’s always been on your dick, she never paid them any attention. Her face was tight as hell about the princess, though.”
“I think she saw right through me. She saw I was feeling September long before I did.”
“That’s possible. Think we all noticed that shit, my G. But it ain’t no surprise that she would. She’d been under you for two years.”
I nodded.
“I’m glad that I held out for the right one, though, Sunny.”
“Yeah, she’s a good look on you. How’s she handling her dad’s death?”
“That shit still bothers her from time to time, but like me, she’s made her peace with some things. Her friend, Phaedra, and the ladies here rally around her to support her, and that helps. And you, Jagged, Ox, and Excavator treat her like a little sister.”
“She is, man. Ain’t no like about it. Shorty’s cool as hell, and I’d kill one about her. The other men would too.”
“Good to know,” I mumbled.
“Where you going?”
“Think it’s time she had her last surprise for the evening,” I explained as she headed to the line to get her a plate of food.
“Let her little ass eat first,” Sunny suggested.
The only thing that I could think about was how she would react when she saw my birthday present to her. I wanted her on my dick right away, and there was no doubt that she’d be riding it hard when she saw her present.
I chilled with my men for another hour, and then I broke up the women’s party.
“Aye, come here. I wanna show you something,” I stated and reached for September’s hand.
“Where are we going, Priest?” she asked as we walked to the door.
I pulled her against me and kissed her hard. September moaned, and I slid my tongue inside her mouth and sucked on hers. Her back was to the main room of the clubhouse, so she couldn’t see the others leave out the front door. When I saw the last person leave, I released her and explained, “I told you. I got something I wanna to show you.”
When I opened the door, I stepped out first, and she followed.
“Happy birthday, baby. The next time you want to jump to your escape, this might make it easier for you,” I announced with a wave of my hand at the Indian Scout Sixty bike I’d bought her. I had learned in the passing months that she could ride a motorcycle, and she was good at it.
Everyone laughed at my reference to how she had attempted to escape the MC five months earlier, which had landed her right at this patio we stood on.
“Priest!” She shrieked and jumped up and down.
I laughed as she ran to the bike and then back to me before she threw her arms around me and kissed me hard.
“You make it so easy loving you, Priest.”
I held her hips in a tight grip and kissed the side of her neck deeply and sucked on it until she moaned and pressed against me.
“A’ight, y’all ’bout to have some babies up in this bitch,” Ox declared.
Everyone laughed, but September pulled back with a look of embarrassment.
“Let me see how you look on it,” I stated and smacked her on the ass.
She checked out her bike before she hopped on it.
“I want to take it for a test ride.”
“How about we test drive it home so you can ride something else?” I whispered.
“You’re making me hotter than this bike’s engine, baby,” she whispered back.
“That was my intention. Roll around to the front and meet me there.”
I turned to everyone else. “We ’bout to roll out, y’all.”
The ladies gathered around her, hugged her, and wished her a happy birthday again while I dapped up the fellas. It wasn’t long after that September and I pulled out on our bikes.
We didn’t go straight home, though. We rode to her mother’s grave, sat for twenty minutes while she spoke with her mom, and then returned to the cabin.
When we made it back to the cabin, she was tired but happy. We put our bikes away, fed the dogs, whom she’d come to love as her own, and headed inside.
Although September had grown tired, she wasn’t too tired for one last ride of the night. She rode my dick even better than she had her bike, Autumn. She named the bike Autumn in honor of her favorite season and the season in which she was born.
“That’s it, baby. Grip this dick like Autumn grips the curves in the road.”
“Ohhh, Priest,” she moaned as she rocked her pelvis forward while I thrust harder into her. She rolled those hips in a tight circle, and I could feel her pussy tighten around me. My hands reached up and grabbed her breasts. I squeezed them and rolled her nipples underneath my fingertips.
“Ohh, fuck.” She moaned when I leaned up and bit them. September reached behind me, cupped my head, and held me against her breasts. “Don’t stop.”
I smacked her ass, she bounced on my dick, making her ass slap my thighs. I pulled back and looked at her. “Let me get in that ass, Ember.”
“You can get it, baby,” she declared and climbed off me.
When she turned around on all fours with her ass toward me, my shit bricked up harder than before. I grabbed my dick and pumped it a few times before I slid it between her ass cheeks.
“Bury this dick, baby,” I growled as I slid home.
Her ass covered my dick, and I slid deeper. I grabbed her hair and wrapped it around my fist. With one hard jerk, I grunted. “Give me this ass.”
September slapped that fat booty back against my dick and thighs and twerked on my shit like there was no tomorrow. I gripped her hip with my left hand and tried to hold on. She took me for the ride of my life, and I struggled to keep up. But after several seconds, I found my groove. I jerked her hair again, and she cried out.
“Ohh, Priest, that dick feels so good in this ass.”
“And this ass feels so good around this dick, baby,” I replied.
I released her hair, grabbed both hips tightly, and let loose in that ass.
“Oh, shit!” she screamed, but she rocked, rolled, and thrusted with me.
When I finally slowed up, I slid two fingers inside of her pussy and scissored until she cried out, “I gotta cum.”
“Not yet, pampered princess.”
“Oh, shit. I don’t think I can, Priest.”
“Yes, you can. I’m not done with your little ass yet.”
I smacked her on the ass and thrust deeper and harder. Satisfied that I’d done what I came to do, I pulled out, flipped her over onto her back, and spread her legs wide. I leaned forward and closed my lips around her clit. I sucked on it and slid my fingers into her pussy while she played with her titties.
“Am I making this pussy feel good, Ember?” I asked when I pulled back.
“Yes, Priest. But I need you to eat that bitch up.”
“That’s my girl,” I replied and dipped down to do what she requested.
I sucked her clit again before I slid my tongue along her slit. My thumb rolled over her clit while I dragged my tongue through her flesh and sampled her tangy nectar. I pushed my tongue inside of her repeatedly while my fingers went inside of her ass. I had September on her neck. She acted a fool with my mouth all over that pussy.
I pressed her back down and asked, “Where you taking my pussy?”
I pushed a third finger into her ass and sucked her greedily.
“Oh, shit, I can’t take it, Priest.”
“Yes, you can.”
I sat up on my knees, grabbed some wipes from the stand, cleaned my dick off, and then shoved it in her dripping pussy.
“Ahh, baby, give it to me,” I encouraged.
September shook, shivered, clenched, and squeezed all around my dick. She wouldn’t let that shit go. But it felt so good as she rained on my dick. I leaned forward while she was still in the middle of her nut and covered her mouth with mine.
She cried I love you repeatedly, but I’d muffled that shit out as I tongued her mouth down, dicked that pussy up, and fucked her ass with my fingers. The way my baby lost her mind caused me to do the same.
“Oh, fuck, Ember,” I mumbled as I gave her all my nut.
“Oh, shit, Priest, I got it.” She cried as her body shook and her titties bounced.
When I finished, I fell forward and beside her. I pulled her into my arms, our heads were at the foot of the bed and our feet at the head. I kissed her forehead and replied, “I love you, September.”
“I know you do. You’ve never said it before, but you’ve shown me in the last four months.”
“Yeah, I figured it was time I said it. It’s not an easy word for me because I’ve never had anyone to show me true love. But you… you light every fire in me that had gone out before you arrived, Ember.”
“I’m glad. You’re so damn easy to love, Priest. I don’t know what I would have done without you. The day you walked into my life, it might have been meant for destruction, but you were the one who lit my path to the truth. Thank you.”
I kissed her, pulled her into my arms, and closed my eyes tight. September wrapped her arms around me too. Everything that happened in my life up to this point had been painful, but I had finally found peace, love, and acceptance, and it was all in my arms.
She was right. Everything that had been meant for destruction and been brought about to harm us ended up leading us to one another, to our healing, and to each other’s love.
The pain was meant to be, and now it was time for us to embrace the pleasure and happiness that the rest of the journey entailed.
THE END