Bonus Scene
Indigo
A few weeks later
“Christ…you are such a good girl for me, angel.” Lochlan powered into me from behind, forcing my hips to slam against the sink and dragging a desperate moan from my lips as I watched us together in the bathroom mirror.
My hair was tousled from Lochlan’s fingers raking through it, and a furious blush stained my cheeks and traveled down my chest. Sweat beaded on his brow as he curled around me.
One hand cradled my jaw and pulled me upright so my back was plastered to his chest as Lochlan’s mouth captured mine in a searing kiss.
The other hand, newly tattooed with the word “Angel” across his knuckles in bold black script, snaked between us to strum my clit.
The man was playing me like an upright bass, and it made me want to write him a sonnet and name him the patron saint of dickings.
I’d actually worked on the first four lines of my peen poem and shared it with Priest’s dick one morning during one of our private conversations, but we agreed “Just Me and the D” still needed work.
Iambic pentameter aside, I was dangerously close to falling over the edge of orgasm.
Lochlan’s fingers were a blur of movement.
Our tongues tangled, teeth clicking, and breaths mingling as we panted.
One second, my muscles were coiled tight, and the next, I was seeing stars as an explosive climax wracked my body.
Priest swallowed my moan with a kiss as he was forced over the edge with me, his body wrapped around mine as he shuddered out his own release.
Our kisses, once feverish with need, eventually gentled as we coaxed each other down from our highs.
“I love you, Lochlan,” I said to the biker with a playful wiggle of my hips.
Behind me in the mirror, Priest chuckled, his blue eyes bright and cheeks flushed from our efforts.
“I love you too, angel.” Priest tucked himself away and helped me tidy up, casting an oddly smug grin around the bathroom.
I wasn’t sure why he looked so wicked, but I wasn’t going to harsh his vibe.
He should feel accomplished, really. The man just made me travel through space and time as he pounded the Mario coins out of me.
If I had a gold star sticker right now, I’d give it to him.
Taking my hand, we left the bathroom and quickly exited the boardroom in The Goldfinch.
Priest’s grin grew as we waited for the elevator, and I thought I saw him wave to the security camera mounted in the corner of the hallway as we stepped into the lift.
I was so glad that he and Riordan seemed to be getting along better!
I think my scent marking is working, and when I mentioned it on our walk through the lobby and out toward the parking lot, Priest agreed with me wholeheartedly.
He said he’d help me scent mark my new territory any time I wanted.
He’s so supportive, just one of the reasons I’d grown to love the man.
Climbing into Sheila, I patted her steering wheel in greeting and slid a pair of black sunglasses with batwings on the sides onto my face.
“Alright, Growly,” I said, looking over the rims of my glasses.
“You said you had a surprise for me. Upstairs was fun, but not a surprise. So come on, razzle dazzle me.” Priest slid on a pair of mirror aviator sunglasses and buckled his seat belt.
“You in the mood for a road trip, angel?”
A little over an hour away from Sagebrush, Sheila’s tires rumbled down a long, gravel driveway.
Bouncing with excitement, I shot a blinding grin at Priest. My smile must have been infectious because it chased away the slight pout that lingered on Priest’s face after I’d called him a passenger princess.
Apparently, I’d offended the big biker baby.
My offer to sweeten the position with the promise of a bespoke Road Tiara seemed to have the opposite effect than I’d intended.
However, despite being offended by his new title, Priest still managed to play four rounds of twenty questions with me as we made our trip.
He just couldn’t stay mad at me. I was simply too charming.
Coming to a stop in front of a quaint farmhouse, I gave a squeal of delight.
Standing on the faded blue wooden steps of the home was a woman who looked to be about thirty or so years old.
She brushed a lock of sandy hair out of her eyes and stepped down to greet us.
Priest offered the woman his hand to shake.
“Gia,” he said, a small smile playing on his lips.
Squinting up a bit at Priest, Georgia finally smiled in return as she shook his hand and pulled him in for a one-armed hug. “It’s nice to see a Crow, especially for a social call. It seems like I only hear from you when you got a body that needs to get gone.”
“Hi!” I blurted loudly, too excited to wait for an introduction. “My name is Indigo, and we’re going to be great friends. Can I see your piggies?” Priest snorted back a laugh, but I chose not to stomp his foot for being a jerk. See. Personal growth.
“It’s nice to meet you, Indigo. I’m Georgia, but my friends call me Gia,” Georgia said with a welcoming smile. “I’d love to give you a tour of the farm. Do you know anything about hog farming?” Priest wrapped his right arm over my shoulder, drawing me into his side.
“If there’s an animal documentary on it, my girl has seen it. Ever since I told her about your place, she’s been researching. She could probably help you run it if she wanted to.”
I grinned up at my growly biker, glowing with pleasure at his confidence in me, all previous irritation completely forgotten.
The fact that he remembered what I’d said about appropriate PDA won him extra brownie points, too.
I told Priest I didn’t mind if he wanted to hold hands or put his arm around my shoulders while we were out, as long as he didn’t compromise my knife hand.
We were lucky that he was a lefty, and I was right-handed.
We could cuddle and draw a weapon with our dominant hands at the same time. We were officially a power couple now.
Gia walked us around and explained what she did at Starling Creek Farm, aside from assisting vigilante bikers to dispose of bodies from time to time, that is.
She mostly kept Duroc and Hampshire breed hogs, which were much bigger in person than even Animal Planet could prepare me for.
I wanted to see if one of the larger pigs might give me the honor of a ride, but Priest and Georgia joined forces and refused to let me ask him.
I tried not to be grumpy, but inwardly, I calculated what I needed to do to prove myself a capable pig wrangler so I could ride the lead piggy in their dinnertime stampede.
It was as close to being in a parade as I was likely to ever get.
We were walking back toward the house for a glass of iced tea and a snack before Priest and I headed home to Sagebrush when we heard it.
High-pitched squeals erupted from a small, windowed shed as we reached the end of the farming section of the property.
“Oh, I almost forgot,” Gia said with a shake of her head.
“Do you mind if we stop in here real quick? The shelter dropped him off earlier today, and he doesn’t really like to be alone. ”
“Who doesn’t?” Priest asked as we looked curiously at the shed.
“Come and see,” she replied, gesturing at us to follow.
Gia opened the door of the shed, which turned out to have power and a window AC unit to make it comfortable in the small space, and the squeals got even louder.
She stooped down to scoop something small and wiggly off the floor, and the piercing noise faded into soft snuffles.
Gia turned to face us when I was met with sweet brown eyes and the cutest piggie nose on the planet.
Silver-colored fur with black splotches covered his tiny pig body.
His ears, one black and one gray, perked up as our eyes connected, and I swear little cartoon hearts erupted out of me.
“Someone dropped this little guy off at the county animal shelter. Either they changed their mind about wanting to have a Juliana minipig as a pet, or realized he’d be more trouble than he’d be worth to butcher.
These pigs aren’t bred for meat. They’re more like…
dogs. Companionable, but too smart for their own good sometimes.
” Priest reached out to pet the precious baby, but jerked his hand back just in time to avoid his snapping jaws.
“Uh, yeah. I guess I should have warned ya,” Gia said with a chuckle at Priest’s incredulous face.
“The lady at the shelter brought him here because this little dude seems to dislike men. He’s sweet as can be with me, but he bites Hank, my farmhand, on the ankles every time he sees him.
It’s hard to place an animal who’s a known biter into a home.
” I cooed as I reached out to pet Gia’s tiny pig.
“I’m sure Hank deserved it. Yes, he did. Don’t feel bad, little guy, I’d bite him too.” I heard Priest muttering under his breath behind me, but I couldn’t focus on him when I was in cuteness overload.
“Do you want to hold him?” Gia asked, offering me the pig. Priest audibly groaned in dismay. I clapped and shimmied in place but tried not to make any loud happy sounds so I didn’t scare the little guy.
“Yes, please!” Gia handed me the tiny black-and-silver piglet, and I cradled him to my chest as he snuffled at my neck and hair.
Giggling, I tore my attention from the precious baby in my arms and asked Georgia, “What are you gonna do with him? You’re not going to”—I covered his little piggy ears—“eat him, are you?”
Georgia shook her head. “He can stay here until I rehome him. I have to keep him separated from the livestock, but I visit him a few times a day so he doesn’t get too lonely.
Like I said, he’s a biter, so it may take a while to find someone willing to take on a pig with behavioral issues.
” Have I got a surprise for her. She’d already found someone.
It was me. I turned pleading eyes on the man I loved.
“Absolutely not, Indigo. We cannot have a pig,” Priest insisted.
I allowed my eyes to go big and round, filling them with all the squishy feelings I could express nonverbally.
“Don’t. Don’t look at me like that.” I slowly drew the piggy up toward my face, so we were cheek to cheek, hitting Priest with an endearing double whammy plea.
“He’s got issues, but so do I. Look at this cute little face and tell me he doesn’t deserve a home with you, me, and Sheila.”
The muscle in Priest’s jaw ticked as he clenched it, icy-blue eyes closed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. I scratched the piggy’s tummy, noticing with delight that one of his back legs began to kick in pleasure as I found an itchy spot that felt particularly good for him.
“Come on, Growly Gus. He could be part of our family. Please, Lochlan.” Priest exhaled loudly and stormed out of the shed.
Gia and I shared a look, and I steeled my heart so I could gather the will to put him down and leave him in this sad, lonely shed.
Just as I was about to put him down, Priest stuck his head back through the doorway.
“Well? Get your ass in gear, angel. We’ve got to stop by the pet store and get that little fucker a bed and a litter box or whatever the hell you even get a goddamn pig. He better not chew on my shit.”
I grinned down at the pig in my arms and held him aloft like the baboon guy in The Lion King. “I shall call you…Piggy Smalls. The Notorious P.I.G. I’m your mommy, and Priest is your dad. Let’s go. I can’t wait to introduce you to your big sister, Sheila!”