Shasta
Wasp was right. These two men were hiding serious sexually frustrated secrets. I’d never seen a man come so hard so fast before. But the second Warrant entered Skid’s ass, the man was literally putty in his hands.
I had to admit, watching them together was hot as fuck. But now that the deed was done, both men were quiet as they put their clothes back on, sobriety taking them over.
“That was hot,” I exclaimed, trying to break the silence in the room.
“Indeed,” Warrant grumped, too focused on getting his clothes back on to really say much of anything else.
Skid was the one who looked like a deer in headlights, and it was in that scared look that I realized the man had never been with another before. Warrant looked like he’d done it a million times before, but Skid... yeah, this was definitely his first.
“You tell anyone about this,” Warrant warned. “And I’ll kill you myself,” he said, giving me the evil eye.
“I wouldn’t tell anyone.”
He rolled his eyes, obviously not believing me.
“Skid, you okay?” I questioned, tapping him on the shoulder.
He jerked away, too afraid to admit the truth. “I’m fine,” he said coldly.
Warrant eyed him curiously, but didn’t say another word.
The loud music in the other room cut off, and a few seconds later, the door unlatched, Priest entering the room quietly.
“It is done,” he said cryptically.
From behind him, I saw someone slumped over in a chair, bloody, unresponsive, and very, very pale. It took me a minute to register just who it was sitting there, and I gasped.
“Is that Keelie?”
Skid covered my face. “Shut the fucking door, man. Have some fucking respect.”
When the door closed, I opened my eyes to find all three men staring at me, almost as if they were expecting me to lash out or something.
“Is she dead?” I questioned, Priest.
“No,” he said sadly. “But she’ll never talk again.” He shot the other two a look. “We need to get her to Zeppelin. Fast.”
Skid and Warrant both nodded. “You two take her. I’ll clean up here.” He handed Skid a piece of paper. “Give this to Sabbath, he’ll know what it means.”
Without another word, the other two left the room, leaving me alone with the strange Outlaw who was supposed to be the most passive of them all.
“Priest, are you okay?” I questioned.
He shook his head, moving over to a chair and slumping down in it. “I never thought I’d enter Hell again, Shasta. I thought I was done with this way of life.” Tears filled his eyes as he looked up at the sky. “There’s no saving me now. God will never forgive me for this.”
“Don’t say that, Priest. Isn’t it you that always says that God forgives us all?”
He nodded. “He forgives those who deserve forgiveness. But I strayed from his path long ago. I joined the Lewd Outlaws because I thought they would be my saving grace.” He sighed. “Turns out, they are nothing more than my greatest downfall.”
Then, Priest did something totally out of character for him. He grabbed a bottle of beer from off the table and downed it in three gulps.
“Priest!” I said in shock. “You’re drinking!”
“If I’m going to live in Hell, I might as well enjoy the temptations that come along with it.”
Before he could say another word, the door opened, and in strolled Sabbath, looking as cocky as ever.