Chapter 23
Indigo
My hormones and a desperate sense of need carried me through the drive home, but as I tugged Priest up the stairs in the clubhouse by his hand to the catcalls and wolf whistles from the Crows in the common room, I began to feel nervous.
How the hell did I even do this? I stalled between my room and Priest’s, not sure where to go.
Priest took charge, leading me into his room.
As soon as the door closed, Priest backed me against the door and pressed his body into mine.
The click of the lock being secured on the handle sounded loud in my ears, and I jumped slightly upon hearing it.
“Relax, angel,” Priest murmured as he leaned in and skimmed his nose up my neck until he placed a lingering kiss over my thrumming pulse.
“If you want this, it’ll happen. And if you don’t, it won’t.
Simple as that, I promise.” His words spoken against the sensitive skin on my neck caused goose bumps to erupt all over my body.
“I want to try,” I said in a breathy voice, “but I’m worried I’ll ruin it, Priest. Or it’ll hurt, or what if I’m bad at it? What if my vagina has a right angle in there somewhere, and you sprain your dick? What if—”
Priest pulled back a bit and fought a smile as he interrupted my anxiety spiral.
“We’ll try, but I need you to hear me now when I say that nothing you do could ruin it.
I promise I won’t hurt you, and if our chemistry is any indication, it definitely won’t be bad.
As for your pussy, you forget that I’ve already had my fingers buried inside you while you came.
No right angles detected, angel. Right now, here, we’re just Indigo and Lochlan.
Stay with me in the moment, and I promise I’ll take care of you.
” He kissed me with more gentleness than I’d known he was capable of.
The velvety press of his lips soothed my anxious energy, and his big hands tenderly but firmly gripped my hip and jaw, steadying me and allowing me to relax into his embrace.
Priest’s lips led mine in a seductive dance, one that grew more feverish as hands began to roam.
He slid his worn leather jacket down his arms and tossed it to the side while I pushed his shirt up, greedy to see him shirtless again.
The last time I had, Duke had just branded him, and I was contemplating amputating Priest’s hand, so I hadn’t spent as much time as I’d have liked ogling exactly how yummy he looked.
Priest helped me get his shirt off, and it joined the jacket on the floor.
My hands shook slightly as I skimmed the tips of my fingers over his abs, which contracted as I slowly slid them up his toned midsection.
Thick black roman numerals were inked in a column up the left side of his ribcage.
A crow in flight was tattooed over his right pectoral, but it was the raised scar in the shape of a crow skull on his left pec that my fingers kept returning to.
Priest grabbed my ass and lifted me, my legs wrapping around his torso as he kissed me deeply.
He walked us over to his bed and sat with me straddling his lap.
I felt his hardness press into me and couldn’t hold back a moan as I rocked my hips against him.
“Fuck,” he groaned, and the tortured quality in his voice spurred me on and gave me the confidence I needed to reach down and pull my shirt over my head.
I was glad Lennon had taken me shopping a few weeks ago when Priest was struck dumb at the sight of me in my new sheer mesh bra.
I said a silent thank you to Lennon for talking me into the splurge.
The see-through purple bra was a little pricey, in my opinion, but it was worth every penny to see need darkening the eyes of the man I was catching feelings for.
Priest massaged my ass, causing my hips to rock forward.
His head dipped to my chest, lips trailing kisses and teeth scraping and nibbling on my nipples through the bra.
My eyelids fluttered closed at the sensation, and my hands wound into Priest’s hair as I pressed his head in closer, wanting more.
More of everything this man had to give me.
Deft fingers unclasped the hooks of my bra, and I released my grip on his hair long enough to rip it off and throw it behind me.
I let out an annoyingly high-pitched “eep” when Priest lifted his hips and flipped us over so that I was flat on my back and he was leaning over me.
He chuckled huskily and kissed me breathless; our tongues dueling and hands exploring one another.
Priest’s hand slipped between us until he was cupping my most sensitive flesh, causing me to whimper and press myself into his palm.
“Something you need, angel?” he asked, a smirk tugging on his lips.
He didn’t increase his pressure where he was rubbing my pussy over my shorts, and every time I moved my hips searching for relief from the ache he’d created inside me, he would pull back ever so slightly.
After the third time he’d retreated, I glared at him, eyes narrowed and lips pouty and swollen from his kisses.
“You’re making me regret not cutting your hand off the last time I was in here.”
Priest chuckled and pressed his fingers precisely where I needed them and began rubbing me in slow circles. “What? This hand? Well, if you don’t like my fingers—” He moved to pull his hand back, and I snapped my thighs closed, trapping his hand.
“No! Let’s not get hasty. What I meant to say was…” I floundered for a moment, feeling awkward saying out loud what I wanted.
“I’m going to need your words, angel. Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.” Priest watched my facial expressions like there would be a test on them later.
“I…” I swallowed, gathering my lady courage. “I want you to… to touch me.” Why was this so difficult?
Priest’s eyes flared in satisfaction. “Touch you where, Indigo? I need you to be specific.”
I lowered my eyes and blushed. “Eyes on me, angel,” Priest demanded, and I gave him a sassy huff before complying.
“I want you to touch my pussy. I-I want you to make me come. There, was that clear enough?”
“Crystal. If we’re going to do this, we have to communicate what we want and need.
Right now, your body is telling me you want this, but I also need your words,” Priest said as he popped the button on my jeans with his thumb.
His hand slid inside my shorts and into my panties.
“Goddamn, you’re absolutely soaked for me. ”
“Wha—” I managed to stutter out, “what about what you need? This has to work both ways.” His finger slid up and down my seam before Priest sank a finger into my entrance, eliciting a whimper of pleasure from me.
“The only thing I need right now is for you to say my name when you come. Think you can do that for me?” A second finger was added, and Priest began rubbing his thumb over my swollen clit as his fingers stroked and massaged my inner walls.
The combination proved to be a clitical hit, causing me to chant, “Lochlan,” as intense pleasure seared through my veins, and I came all over Priest’s fingers.
Priest gentled his strokes as he helped me ride waves of ecstasy, sweet words of praise murmured into my neck as he kissed the deliciously sensitive skin below my ear.
“You’re so beautiful when you come for me, angel. Fucking perfect.”
I basked in the glow of his admiration, soaking up the praise and pleasure his fingers and words created like a sponge.
His assurance that I was enough, or better yet, everything at this moment, that I was someone good enough to be cherished, pleased, and cared for…
Bob. It changed my life. “Lochlan, I need you.” Unaware that I’d been having an emotional moment as he nuzzled my breasts, my words caught his attention.
“Are you sure? We don’t have to go any further tonight. There’s no rush.” Priest didn’t realize it, but what he’d just said was even sexier than his dirty words earlier.
Priest was here, half naked with his hand in my shorts, his own erection straining against the denim of his jeans, and he was offering to stop and deny himself his own release if it would make me feel more comfortable.
It was such a sweet and considerate gesture from my grumpy Growly Gus.
We’d come a long way from where we began the morning Priest found Sheila and me, and despite our rocky past, I now knew that Priest’s jagged edges lined up perfectly with mine.
Maybe, without our rough beginning, we never would have gotten to know that the most damaged parts of ourselves weren’t beyond forgiveness or healing.
My green eyes met his blue ones as I used my words.
“Lochlan, I need to feel you inside me. Now. Please.”
“That’s my girl,” he growled. The man didn’t make me ask twice.
My shorts were lost in the same blur of speed that also claimed my socks and shoes and all Priest’s remaining clothes.
Priest climbed up on the bed, looming over me as I scooted back toward the headboard, licking my lips nervously.
Priest grabbed my hips and lifted me, settling himself against the headboard and lowering me to sit on his lap.
“I’m gonna need you on top this time, angel.
I want you too fucking bad. If I’m in control, this will be over before I want it to be.
This way, you can set the pace and be in control of your first time. ”
“But—”
Priest interrupted me. “This is the first time you’ve chosen to give yourself to someone.
That’s the first time that matters.” I leaned down and pressed my lips to his, saying with a kiss what I wasn’t sure I could put into words.
My hips rocked forward over Priest’s hard length, causing a rumbling groan deep in his chest.
“Jesus,” he hissed, gripping my hips. “Wait, wait… condom.” Priest’s hand slipped into his nightstand drawer, emerging with a foil packet. He ripped it open and expertly rolled it over his dick before positioning himself at my entrance.
Until Priest, the only sexual experiences I’d ever had were filled with fear, pain, helplessness, and rage.
I’d only ever been taken from, and I was worried that the bits of my soul that had withered due to the theft would never, ever recover.
The man below me was offering me intimacy and connection, allowing me the chance to choose for myself what I wanted.
My eyes were fixed intently on his, and it was there I saw reflected in them a woman victoriously reclaiming a part of herself she’d believed destroyed long ago.
I lowered myself onto Priest, his rigid length stretching me as I slowly sank down to his thighs.
“Fuck, angel. You were fucking made for me.” Priest sat up to lick and lave my breasts as I rode him, swiveling my hips experimentally and finding my rhythm.
The feeling of him filling me so completely was intense, and I found myself moving faster and faster, seeking delicious friction.
My hips began to buck, and that was when Priest released my nipple with an audible pop and sat back against the headboard.
“That’s right, angel. You take me so well.
” Priest’s eyes roamed all over my body as I rode him, the dark desire burning in his eyes making me feel like the sexiest woman alive.
I’d never ever thought of myself as a sexy person.
I was frankly just a little too weird to be considered conventionally attractive, and that wasn’t even going into the scars that litter my body.
But now, with this man, I felt like a goddess.
“Lochlan,” I moaned, unable in the moment to formulate more than one single word. He increased the strength of his grip, one hand on my ass and the other on my hip.
“Give it to me,” he gritted out through a clenched jaw as he began helping my hips move faster, giving me pressure and friction exactly where I needed it most. “Let me feel you come on my cock.” His dirty words pushed me over the edge, and my vision whited out as I came with a deep moan.
Priest followed me, grinding and panting out his own release as I collapsed onto his chest.
Priest’s hands gently ran over my back, soothing me as we both came down from our high.
I felt wrung out, flesh tender but heart full.
He shifted me and placed me at his side, giving me a sweet kiss before rising to get rid of the condom.
Priest turned the light off and helped me pull his bedding down.
As if we’d been doing it our entire lives, I turned on my side and Priest pulled me into him, snuggling up until I was pressed into the curve of his body.
I choked back a sob. I was his Bobdamned little spoon.
I’d never been someone snuggle cutlery before.
Priest held me close and soothed me, gentle hands and praise sinking deep into my heart and making me feel content and sleepy.
For the first time in my life, I fell asleep in the arms of someone who cared for me.
I didn’t even have to sing.