Page 99 of The Love of Priest 2

It went without saying that Britain had scrapped her piece on Priest completely from her magazine.

At one point, it used to be her main focus.

Now, she had drifted away from it, and the more she did, the more she realized that publishing something about Priest wasn't what she actually wanted to do at the moment.

She cleared her throat, nervous that she may have rubbed him the wrong way by dropping his story without having a conversation about it.

"Yeah, I decided not to use it," she admitted with some reluctance.

He raised his brows a bit. He knew something was up since he hadn't seen her working on his piece for a while now, but it never crossed his mind that she actually scrapped his story. "Word?"

Britain nodded her head in confirmation. "The timing is bad. It's my first issue, and with everything going on with you back in New York, the work itself would be overshadowed, and I don't want that. I hope you understand.”

"I get it. Good call." He lifted his hand, initiating a high five and praising her for making the executive decision.

Relieved, she let out some light laughter before granting him a high-five, and the two resumed the silence they had been sitting in a few moments prior.

His attention went completely diverted as his jaws clenched in deep thought.

She cupped her tender hands around his face, resulting in him switching his attention back to her.

"This was supposed to be your relaxation time," Britain jested as she motioned toward the frown that was embedded on his face.

A deep sigh drifted out of Priest before his broad shoulders shrugged. Britain was right. The move to Italy was meant to be peaceful, but somehow, someway, he was battling with J'Ru and Kaymen, all the while battling Suzette and Matteo to keep business back in New York afloat.

"Feel like I'm back at square fucking one," he scoffed while shaking his head.

Britain wanted to question him for more details on what had been going on, but for the sake of wanting to keep the peace between them, she opted not to.

Instead, she played her role as the supportive fiancée by massaging his tense shoulders.

Alleviated from the heaviness that weighed down on his shoulders just by her touch, Priest leaned his head back.

"I should probably wash my hands clean of this shit fully.

It's not like we don't have the money to cut ties from this whole life. Kay and Ru are good, and even if they’re not, they know I'll always look out for them," he muttered slyly with a shake of his head.

He was thinking out loud, and for a second, his thoughts sounded pretty good.

Britain chuckled, finding his moment of thinking out loud amusing. "But—" she let out, waiting for him to interject his own statement.

Priest smacked his lips, hating the fact that not only did she know there was something stopping him from doing what he was saying, but so did he.

"They’re making arrangements for the jet as we speak.

They're nowhere near ready to make that decision, and I could never leave them hanging when I'm the one who shoved them into this life in the first place. "

Britain nodded her head, understanding. She realized when it came to his line of work, the best thing she could do was offer an ear so he could think out loud.

Her advice and suggestions were pretty much useless since she had never done anything illegal a day in her life except for drinking alcohol before she turned 21.

She didn't understand the full length of the game.

She didn't know what she couldn't do and what she could do.

She was absolutely clueless, which was a first for her since she spent a lot of her time reading up on different things.

"You'll figure it out," she encouraged him in a light voice as she tilted her head down to meet him for a kiss.

Parting from the kiss, he leaned his head back, his dark and hollow eyes still searing into her. His bottom lip nestled between his teeth while his hands gripped her ass. "I appreciate you for understanding," he expressed his gratitude.

Before Britain returned from New York, he advised her that he had everything handled.

However, he knew if he didn't hold Kaymen and J'Ru off, they would search for supply elsewhere, and that wasn't the best option.

When the guys made the decision to expand into June's territory, they had to burn a ton of bridges.

If J'Ru and Kaymen actually went through with copping product from someone other than their Italy connects, Priest knew word would get out and everyone would prey on their weakness, potentially causing their downfall.

Although the drought they were enduring now was straining and felt like it would never end, Priest preferred they work out the issues with their Italian supplier than have everyone in the city find out shit was bad for them right now.

Deep down inside, he knew J'Ru and Kaymen were in fact right about him being ego-driven and prideful, but Priest refused to allow June and Leo's crew to have one up on them.

Not only would June and Leonard take full advantage of their weakness, but they would also call for bloodshed, and Priest couldn't let that happen, especially while he was all the way in Italy.

"It's nothing," she assured him with a faint smile.

Seeing the lust that infiltrated his dark eyes told Britain that he needed more than some weed to relieve some of the stress that burdened him. "I have to finish up," she let out, gesturing toward the draft pages that were still on the bedroom floor.

Priest smacked his lips, removing his hands from her rounded ass. His little attitude was amusing to her as she rose from his lap. "Give me a second," she told him as she made her way back over to the pages.

He watched as she strategically picked up the pages from the floor, being sure not to ruin the order.

Once they were organized in one stack, she neatly placed it on the nightstand.

With a smirk etched on her face, she sashayed back over to him.

He remained in his laid-back position, his eyes hooded from the haze of the weed he had just smoked.

Instead of reclaiming her seat on his lap, she dropped down to her knees, making herself comfortable right between his legs.

Priest’s hooded eyes hawked over her, watching as she unbuttoned his Gallery Dept jeans.

Teasingly, Britain caressed him through the jeans while she pulled the zipper down.

With ease, she bypassed his briefs, gripping his thick shaft in her small hands.

His dick stood at attention, allowing her to eye his glory.

To get his blood flowing, she stroked him in her hands in an up and down motion.

Her soft orbs locked with his while she lowered her head.

His bottom lip crannied between his perfectly aligned teeth as he felt her flutter tender kisses from the base of his dick up to the tip.

She let her plump lips linger there before her warm tongue lathered it with spit as she swirled it around.

Priest felt some of the tension he harbored in his body begin to melt away immediately.

Taking him into her mouth, she never allowed her eyes to part from his.

She worked her hands in opposite motions as her head bobbed back and forth at a steady pace.

Priest marveled at the sight of his dick lubricated with Britain's spit as she worked her mouthpiece on him.

A deep breath of relief drifted out of him as his shoulders slouched and his head drifted back.

Wanting Priest to savor every last second of her being on her knees for him, she suctioned her warm and plush jaws inward, intensifying the feeling of ecstasy that had completely washed over his body.

Watching him unfold right in the palms of her hands was always a joy for Britain.

The effect she had on his body was rare for him.

He had fully devoted himself to her, something he hadn't done with any other woman—not even Paula.

For her, watching him explore the depths of euphoria whenever she blessed him with her mouthpiece or when she pulled him deeper within her wet and tight core was so rewarding.

"Fuck, Brit. You going crazy right now," he heaved in his baritone as his breathing hitched.

Her warm spit pooled out of her mouth and rolled off the plumpness of her irresistible lips, only to drip down her chin.

His dick was completely coated with her spit, making the head sloppy, just the way he preferred it.

A seamless rhythm was created as Britain worked her hands up and down his dick while she sucked him off.

Repositioning his head, he was met with Britain's never-ending gaze. Her orbs brimmed with scorching tears as she took his dick to the back of her throat. Her mild gags tunneled through his ears, sending him into overdrive.

Reaching up, he gripped a great handful of Britain’s messy bun.

The construction of the lazy and rushed hairstyle faltered quickly, causing a good amount of her tresses to fall and cup her beautiful face.

He considerately brushed some of the tresses out of her face, securing them in his grip as she allowed him to dictate her pace with his grip on her hair.

As he controlled her head movements, she kept her jaws suctioned around his veiny dick.

His hollow, raspy moans sounded through her ears as she felt him stiffen in her mouth.

A pleasurable grunt mixed with a string of curse words came pouring out of him as he released his warm, thick load right onto the bed of her tongue.

In amazement, he watched her down his cum with pure delight. Slowly, she pulled him out of her mouth, savoring his taste. His breathing was unsteady from the intense orgasm she inflicted on him. Unlike Priest, who rarely showed her any mercy, she decided to give him some time to recoup.