Page 54 of The Love of Priest 2

He crashed down beside her, occupying the space on the bed.

Their chests rose and fell heavily in unison as he tiredly tossed his arm around Britain's waist to hold her close.

Making eye contact with one another, they couldn't contain the urge to just convulse into full stomach-wrenching laughter.

This was another sense of happiness they were feeling.

They were in a good space and lacked worries. This was what bliss felt like.

"You want to go again?" She grinned as her fingers traced over the tattoos that canvased his chest.

Priest peered down at her with an amused smirk etched on his face. "Is that even a question,Gioia?" he scoffed.

Britain laughed as she rose from the bed to straddle his lap. "I love the energy, Reverend ," she teased as she positioned herself to slide down his thick shaft with ease.

Priest bit down on his bottom lip, feeling the same sense of relief he felt before when he was deep inside her. He sent a striking smack to her ass, evoking a moan out of her. "Do your thing, Paris. This dick is all you," he encouraged her with a smirk.

TWO DAYS LATER

As the driver eased the car to a smooth stop, Priest wasted no time getting out before making his way around to assist Britain out.

As much as they were enjoying their time in Ibiza, they had to check back into reality and make their way to Italy.

They were dreading the two-hour flight they had to endure; however, they would much rather this flight than the six-hour long flight from New York to Ibiza.

Britain wasn't a snobby woman; however, she was enjoying flying private.

It took the hassle out of traveling, and she knew she would have to get used to it soon because it was becoming her new normal.

Her Hermes sandals made contact with the cement as she exited the vehicle hand in hand with Priest. A set of dark tinted Dior frames guarded her eyes from the early morning sun, and she was dressed in a long white form-fitting sundress.

Her hair had been defeated by Priest and his sex driven hair pulling, so instead of pressing it out bone straight, she gathered it in a low-hanging ponytail.

Priest rested his hand on her rear while they made their way to board the private jet. "This was fun while it lasted," he sighed lightly as he plopped down in a seat.

Britain's bottom lip curled into a pout as she lifted the shade from a nearby window to gaze out of it. "Could we come back soon?" she asked.

Priest chuckled as he nodded his head. "Of course, Gioia. It's only two hours away," he reminded her and shrugged his shoulders.

"That sounded so rich and luxurious," she teased him with a laugh.

Priest reached out to her while he laughed as well. "You're about to be my rich and luxurious wife. You'll be talking like that soon." He waved her off.

Britain grinned as she took a seat on his lap. "Can I run up your AMEX black card?" she asked jokingly with a raise of her brow.

"You can do whatever, Gioia,” he confirmed and smirked while shrugging his broad shoulders nonchalantly.

Britain wrapped her arms around him, laughter still filtering out of her.

"You're so cute," she gushed as she leaned in to kiss his lips.

Priest knew Britain was all jokes. She was a frugal person and was not afraid to admit it.

His purchases and lifestyle were beyond her, and she never hesitated to tell him that there was a far less expensive way of living.

He found her amusing, though. It wasn't like he was spending money wildly.

He just enjoyed the fruits of his labor and made sure the people at his table did as well.

After a few more minutes, the flight attendant informed them that they were set to take off and Britain needed to forfeit her seat on Priest's lap and secure herself in a seatbelt in a nearby seat.

In no time, the jet glided off the runway before soaring into the skies with an ample amount of turbulence.

Priest rested his hand on Britain's thigh to comfort her through her nervousness of the turbulence.

He knew how on edge she would get about flying.

Once they bypassed the turbulence, Britain opened her eyes, and a relieved sigh aired out of her.

Priest eyed her as she dug into her purse to retrieve her phone.

The two made a pact to turn off their devices for the rest of their stay in Ibiza until they got on the plane to Italy.

Britain was far more pressed to turn her device back on since she was anticipating contact from her mother.

She nervously nibbled on her bottom lip as the device powered on.

"Stop tripping," he said to her, hoping to calm her nerves.

"I don't like disappointment," she admitted with slouched shoulders.

Priest nodded his head, understanding Britain. "Worst case scenario, you missed her call."

"Or I didn't get a call at all," Britain corrected him and rolled her eyes.

"We don't put negativity in the air, remember?”

Britain huffed out an annoyed breath before refocusing her attention to her phone.

Various notifications rolled in, catching her up to the current time.

To her dismay, Britain received absolutely no call or text from Seven.

She rolled her eyes deeply before tossing the phone aside.

Priest sighed as he reached over, grabbing the phone for himself.

He bypassed the lock screen with his face, taking a look at her missed calls.

Instead of Seven calling like Britain wanted, her phone only had missed calls from her sister Brea, both Remy and Henderson, and Jadey. "You jinxed it," he claimed with a short sigh.

"That or she hates me," she muttered.

Priest decided not to allow her to dwell on the matter like she had done a few days before. "Brea called," he advised her, hoping to shift her focus away from her mother.

Britain took the phone from him, eyeing the missed call from her little sister.

A smile spread across her face at the thought of Brea.

She was a bit torn up about not getting to tell her goodbye since her sister lived all the way out in Baltimore, but it seemed like Brea had more of an urge to talk than Seven.

"Give her a call," Priest encouraged her.

"It's like what? Midnight over there right now?" Britain shook her head, attempting to sit the phone down.

Priest scoffed as he prevented her from tossing the phone aside. "She's a doctor. Doesn't her life revolve around night shifts?" He shrugged. "Call your sister,Gioia.Just because Seven had a mouthful to say doesn't mean everyone else does."

Britain decided to take his advice, making a call to Brea. Priest offered her some privacy by rising from his seat and making his way to the small bar that occupied a part of the jet. He mixed his own drink before sipping on it slowly.

To Britain's surprise, Brea answered her call, despite the drastic time difference.

"You're an overseas bitch now, ain’t you?

!" Brea exclaimed in excitement as she answered the phone call from her older sister.

The last time they spoke, things hadn't really changed in Britain's life, aside from Priest’s presence, but now, she was hearing all this talk about Italy, so she needed to be filled in on what had been going on.

"Do you ever stop playing?" Britain laughed.

"Hell no! My big sister, who usually never takes risks, just picked up and moved across the world and has the entire family talking about it.

I'm going to have my jokes. I think I deserve that much since I didn't get to say goodbye," Brea scoffed.

Brea's way of coping with things was always medicinal laughter.

This rubbed off on Britain, but Brea had her beat for sure.

Britain's laughter digressed into a chuckle. "Sorry about that.”

"Why, though? You're a grown-ass woman," Brea asked while screwing up her face in confusion.

Britain sighed. "I know, but Ma probably hates me right now."

Brea rolled her eyes. Unlike Britain and Brixton who stuck by their mother's every word, Brea did her own thing.

She kept a clear distance from her mother.

She wasn't searching for a friend within Seven or even a voice of reason.

Brea was grown and made her decisions without dwelling on whether her mother was in agreeance.

Hence the fact that she rarely called to check in with her family.

"Mocha, she always does this. I don't know why you and Brix let her get to you guys," Brea said as she shook her head.

"I just don't like her being upset with me," Britain muttered.

"I love Mom with everything in me. She's a brilliant surgeon, a phenomenal woman and an even better mother, but, boy, is the woman unreasonable," Brea scoffed once more.

"She's not much of a fan of her children doing things that she could have only dreamed of when she was our age.

My move to Baltimore, Brixton's residency out in Florida, now you moving to Italy.

She tried to talk us all out of moving away from her just because she has abandonment issues.

Unfortunately for you and Brixton being two impressionable dumbasses, you guys are actually letting her fool you while I'm living my best life out in Baltimore," Brea explained, putting things in perspective.

Seven made Brixton reconsider his residency spot out in Florida just for him to stick it out in New York.

She even tried convincing Brea to stay instead of moving to Baltimore but failed miserably.

Now, she was trying her hand at Britain, and she failed again instead of succeeding like she had done with Brixton.

Britain raked her fingers through her hair as she shook her head, her stress getting to her. "She's right about some things, though," she defeatedly groaned.