Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
After Appointment Care
F ear crippled Eden. The sight of Priest was nothing she had seen before. Seeing the violent look in his eyes was one thing. Even watching him kill her psycho ex… the way in that moment he had lunged at Cody and ended Cody’s life… Nothing compared to what Priest looked like as he walked across the parking lot toward her.
Blood streaked on his face. Eden knew it was not his blood. How did she know? She just knew.
There was blood everywhere else too. Priest looked as though he had bathed in blood. As a nurse, blood didn’t bother Eden. She couldn’t exist in her career if it did. It was the purposeful action of violence and murder that bothered her.
She knew that was the life . Those two words holding so much weight. The life. It wasn’t just one big party with booze and strippers.
Priest walked closer to Eden. She told herself to unfreeze. This was the man she loved. Right or wrong, violent and murderous, this was the man she loved. Still a lot of the life she would have to learn, but that was okay.
Eden moved toward Priest. Once close enough, she reached up and touched his face. Blood and all. Priest grabbed her sides. Hard. Eden exhaled slowly through the pain.
“I told you to leave,” he growled.
“No,” she said. “I’ll never leave you, Priest. I’m here.”
“I’ll explain everything to you, doll.”
“Good. Come with me.”
Eden turned and reached for Priest’s hand. She now led the way to the clubhouse.
When she passed by the bar, she pointed at Maggie, who already had a bottle of whiskey ready to go. Muffin stood in the doorway to the kitchen, a towel slung over his massive shoulder. His jaw tight and he nodded at Priest.
Eden knew whatever just happened out there, it was a big deal. The way the entire clubhouse remained subdued and the way everyone looked at Priest with respect.
Eden held one of Priest’s hands and held a bottle of whiskey with her other hand. She took Priest back to his room.
She shut the door and locked it. She handed Priest the whiskey bottle. He started to drink as though it was water.
Eden left Priest be for the moment, went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Instead of dragging Priest into the shower, she had a better way of getting him to listen.
Eden quickly took her pants off, stepped out of her shoes too. Next went her socks. Then her shirt. Standing in her bra and panties, she caught Priest’s attention.
She hooked her thumbs into her panties and pushed them down with ease. As she stepped out of her panties, she reached back and unhooked her bra. She stood fully naked and watched Priest’s eyes light up.
Eden then used the middle finger on her right hand to touch between her legs. Stroking her pussy, just once, then removing her finger and bringing it to her lips. Slowly and seductively, sliding her finger into her mouth, tasting her own unique flavor. That was like a light bulb attracting a moth.
Eden stepped back into the shower, letting the water hit her body. Priest walked toward her, in a straight line, not stopping. He stepped into the shower too, fully clothed.
Instantly the water began to wash blood away from his skin and clothing. Red swirls collected at the drain, taking their time to dissipate and then disappear.
Eden touched Priest’s leather cut. She didn’t fully understand the power of the leather cut but she knew it mattered. A lot. Carefully, she slid it from his body and placed it over the shower door.
She wrestled with his soaked T-shirt, fighting it up as far as she could go before Priest took over, using one hand to lift it over his head.
He placed the whiskey bottle on the shelf with the shampoo and soap. His large hands grabbed at Eden’s chest. She arched her back, giving herself to him, feeling his thumb stroking over her nipples.
Wetness filled between her legs with such ease, it made her sigh. Her clit was swollen, begging to be touched. Her pussy throbbing, waiting for that first touch from Priest.
Instead, Eden lowered herself down. Dropping to her knees, reaching for Priest’s jeans, opening them. Blood was still washing away from his body as she pulled his jeans down.
His cock literally jumped free and hit her in the face. Eden opened her mouth and chased Priest’s cock down his long shaft until she reached his thick, throbbing head.
Taking him into her mouth meant an ache in her jaw. Eden found herself embracing those aches and pains. More than that, they seemingly figured out how to mix with pleasure quickly.
Priest reached down and slid his right hand along Eden’s hair and head, holding her with ease. She sucked him, moving faster, taking more of him with each thrust of her mouth against him.
Priest’s fingers curled, digging at her head. Eden left her hands rest at her sides. Her mouth was Priest’s to fuck.
Her eyes looked up at him. There was still some blood on face. It looked painted on his face. It was terrifying.
Eden groaned and sucked on Priest’s cock harder. This was the life . Taking care of her man. His cock testing the back of her throat. Blood running down his muscular chest.
Eden’s inner thighs trembled. Her pussy aching for attention. She felt Priest curl his fingers around her hair. He then began to pump her mouth against his cock. Thrusting forward. Fucking her mouth.
Eden groaned over and over.
She couldn’t wait for Priest’s cum to fill her mouth, throat, and stomach.
Eden faced the water with Priest standing behind her. Her teeth chattered and her jaw throbbing in pain. A good pain though. An insanely good kind of pain.
Priest lathered up a washcloth and began to wash Eden’s body for her. This was something Eden had never felt before. She never had a man wash her body before. Which seemed a little silly, but it just never happened.
Priest cock was still long, thick, mostly hard. Throbbing and smacking against Eden’s back and ass, almost playfully.
“Fitz was a rat,” Priest said. “He turned his back on the club. He was working with someone to take us all down. Mara is pregnant. You know that.”
“Yes,” Eden whispered.
“Mara was married to Fitz.”
“Oh…”
“The baby is Darrow’s,” Priest said.
“Whoa.”
“Yeah. It’s a little fucked up. I’m still playing catch-up on some of this stuff. I was in a fucking coma when all this went down. Fitz put me in that coma, doll.”
Eden turned right around. Priest touched the washcloth to her chest and moved it down to her breasts. The sensation of the rough washcloth, the soft soap and the presence of Priest made her nipples knot up tighter than ever.
“He attacked you?” Eden asked.
“We caught the fucker and had him held,” Priest said. “He was desperate and slippery. He managed to get himself free and I had my back turned for a second. He smashed me in the back of the head and left me for dead. That’s why all that swelling happened and the coma and everything. I still feel pain. Migraines. I see white spots.”
“Priest. Why didn’t you tell me? We can find someone to help with that. You’re supposed to report any symptoms!”
Priest slid the washcloth up to Eden’s throat and gently gripped. “Are you yelling at me, doll?”
“Yes,” Eden said. “I’m yelling because I love you. Because head injuries are no joke. Brain injuries are serious.”
Priest moved the washcloth to the back of Eden’s neck.
“There’s a process when someone turns on their club. It requires a vote. And then it goes from there. I told you to leave so you wouldn’t see me like this.”
“Covered in blood?”
“Yes.”
“I want to see it all, Priest. I want to know what I’m allowed to know.”
“You might be the one with the head damage then, doll.”
“What did you do to him?”
Priest shook his head. “You’ll never know. Just know it’s not good. You do not turn your back on your club. Wearing that leather cut means something. You took a fucking oath and you abide by that oath.”
“I understand that.”
“Fitz wanted something else and he paid the price for it.”
“And Mara is okay?”
“Yeah. The marriage wasn’t exactly wanted. That’s a whole other story. I told you long before, it’s tricky out there in the clubhouse. There are certain rules. You have to be careful if you’re not wearing the right ink.”
“So you’re telling me someone can just, what, claim me? Take me? Force me to marry them?”
Priest pulled Eden close against his body, looked down at her and curled his lip.
“Anyone who even looks at you runs the risk of getting their eyes gouged out by me,” Priest growled. “And if someone touches you? I’ll cut their fucking hands off. You are mine. Nobody goes near you. Ever.”
“What about the…”
“What, doll?”
Eden took a deep breath. “What about the ink thing?”
Priest stared for a few seconds. Long, quiet seconds. Priest dropped the washcloth and cupped Eden’s face.
“You’re fucking around with forever now, doll,” Priest growled.
“I know. Are you afraid of that?”
“I’m not afraid of anything. But you do make me nervous, Eden. Forever? I can handle forever. In this life though, forever seems to be on a countdown faster than others.”
“That’s fine. I know what I want, Priest.”
“The rules for the ink… I get to pick the spot. Anywhere I want. And it’s in front of people.”
Eden nodded. Her heart climbed up into her throat. She was never so sure of something, yet afraid of something at the same time. Priest scared the fuck out of her.
Yet she wanted to wear his ink… marry him… give him children if he wanted… anything to make the man who saved her feel just as safe as she did.