I kissed him again. “I love you. I think I’m the lucky one.”
The kiss deepened, and I ran my hands over the curve of Priest’s pecs, then his abs, then his hips. His body was so well-known to me now, and the familiarity only made it better. I knew his body nearly as well as my own now, and I was getting really, really good at slowly bringing him to orgasm. I loved driving him crazy. Maybe the shower and the nap could wait—round two was sounding more appealing.
Just as I was sliding my hand over Priest’s hip to grab his ass, moaning as his tongue dipped into my mouth, we were interrupted by someone knocking noisily at the front door to the cabin.
“Hey!” Tru called. “Put your pants on! Open up!”
“You heard the man!” Dante shouted.
“Come on!” Blade yelled. “We’re on a schedule here!”
More laughter, more voices. It sounded like half the club was outside. Laughing, I kissed Priest again, sweeter this time.
“This is the downside of having dozens of children,” I said. “Can’t get a moment alone.”
“Well, I’ll make them regret that,” Priest said with a grin as he levered off the bed, gorgeously naked, and padded down the stairs. I leaned up against the headboard, laughing incredulously as Priest shouted, “All right, all right, hold on, you animals.”
The door swung open, and then there was a chorus of screeches and shouts. (“Augh, come on!” “No! I wasn’t ready!” “Put some pants on!”)
Priest laughed uproariously. “That’s what you get for showing up here this early!”
“Jeez!” Blade said. “At least hold a pillow or something!”
“What do you want?” Priest asked, still laughing. “It’s a little early to start getting ready for the barbeque, isn’t it?”
“We’re all hanging out and getting ready,” Blade said. “Come on, come to the clubhouse so you can make the barbeque rub the way you like it, or else Logan is going to do it.”
“Oh, shit,” Priest said. “I can’t have anyone messing with my rub.”
“Thought so,” Blade grumbled.
“We’ll see you in a bit,” Priest said.
I heard him make him way up the stairs, and Tru shouted, “Not an ass shot, too!”
Priest reappeared in the doorway, grinning mischievously. “They’ll think twice before showing up unannounced from now on, I think.”
“Good work, vice,” I said through my laughter. I motioned for him to step closer, then set my hand as his hip as he leaned over the bed to kiss me. “Guess round two will have to wait until later today.”
“I’m not in any rush,” Priest murmured.
No need to hurry, because we had all the time in the world. We exchanged a few more lazy, easy kisses, and then finally climbed out of bed to get dressed. I tugged my club leather on over my shirt and turned toward the bedroom door.
“Wait a second,” Priest said.
“What?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder.
He stepped closer, and I turned to face him, smiling. Priest smoothed his hands down my chest, straightening out the lapels of my jacket.
“Nothing. Just like seeing you in the leather.” He shot me a sly wink. “Like getting you out of it even more.”
“We’ll do that later,” I promised, then tugged him in for a kiss.
We walked the short path between the cabin and the clubhouse, our fingers loosely tangled together as we strolled. It was mid-morning, but the clubhouse was already noisy with activity: laughter rang from the backyard, and the doors were flung open to let in the cool air. Barbeques like this one were an all-day affair, and I couldn’t wait to spend the day idling by the bonfire and helping prep huge amounts of food in the gorgeous kitchen.
As soon as we stepped over the threshold, a chorus of shouts greeted us.
“There they are!” Dante yelled over the din. “Nice of you to finally join us, Dad!”
He had a pan of muffins fresh from the oven in hand; he set them on the stove, then dusted an excess bit of flour from his forefinger into Heath’s nose. Heath rolled his eyes fondly, then leaned over the muffins to savor the sweet, wafting scent.
“There’s coffee,” Raven said, closing his laptop and hopping off the couch. “Need some?”
“Oh, I do,” Gunnar said. He caught Raven’s wrist and tugged him down for a quick kiss. Raven laughed, then took his empty mug—good thing we had an industrial-sized coffeemaker.
“Hey, you’re here!” Joker called as he thundered down the stairs with Brennan behind him. “Heard you gave Blade an eyeful this morning. Is this a