Chapter 16: Romeo and Juliet

*Don’t waste your love on somebody who doesn’t value it. – William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet*

It was a Saturday night in late October and Priscilla and Athos were the only ones of their group that were at the Shack. As it normally happens with the clubhouse, it was in total party mode. They sat on one of the couches located in the large open space of the first floor. Music from the bar area flowed around them as they watched one of the Marvel movies.

“I really should be working on my history paper,” Athos admitted as Thor streaked across the screen.

“And I should probably be doing something productive, too,” Priscilla smirked, snuggling in close to him. “But damn it, Tom Hiddleston is so fucking hot.”

Chuckling, he kissed the top of her head and tucked the blanket a little tighter around her and disentangling her from him. “I’m going to go use Camille’s encyclopedias to get some source materials.”

“There’s a few of them,” she chuckled as he stood up.

“Lucky me,” he replied as he headed for the hallway and the little reading alcove along the back hallway.

A moment later, Leo sat down in the now empty place and pulled her in close to him. Wrapping them both up in the blanket, he settled in to watch the rest of the movie. His hand slid under the blanket, and he slowly pulled up her shirt. When his cool hand touched the warm skin of her waist, she jumped slightly.

“You okay?” he murmured against her hair.

“Your hand was a little cold,” she turned and smiled at him and then settled back against his side. Sliding her own hand under his shirt, she scraped her short nails through the thin strip of hair on his abdomen. “It just kind of shocked me, is all.”

He gave a small chuckle as his hand flattened out on her skin. His thumb dragged across her warm abdomen in an arch. With each swipe of the thumb, his hand moved closer to her breasts. Pretty soon, he was making contact with the elastic band of her sports bra.

Priscilla shifted uncomfortably, torn between the idea of what might happen and wanting it to be more special than a couch in the Shack. She wasn’t one that adhered to the societal standards that a woman should be a virgin until she married. Just looking at her family would show that she had not been raised with those beliefs.

Her parents made sure that she understood that her body was her own, and she had the ultimate say over what happened to it. The moms had sat her down when she got her first period and explained sex to her. At the time, she thought it was all disgusting.

But that was years ago.

And now she wanted to experience it. She wanted it to be like in the books that she read. Romantic and memorable. Not on a couch in the open area of the bottom floor of a biker’s clubhouse. One where her grandfather and uncle had been president at different times. Her father was an officer.

No. This was not at all where she wanted to lose her virginity.

“Come with me,” Leo murmured as he nudged her up.

She expected him to take her to the room upstairs that belonged to her best friend, Camille. Whenever Priscilla stayed at the Shack, she typically stayed in Camille’s room. With her friend at a swim and dive competition, they would have the room to themselves.

When he did not head for the stairs, she assumed that he was going to the elevator. And when he passed that, the freight elevator was the last option. That was not where he went either.

Leo tugged her hand as he turned the corner to the back hallway. Priscilla knew what happened in the back hallway. Everyone knew what happened here. Camille had a small reading nook back there and had a front row seat for all the activities. Priscilla often heard about the exploits if she did not see them herself.

He stopped and leaned against the wall, pulling her to him. Wrapping one arm around her and fisting the other one in her hair, he attacked her mouth with his. Moving in close to him, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Groaning into her mouth, he ground his hard shaft against her.

“Babe,” Leo asked with a desperate growl to his voice, “have you ever given a blow job?”

She pushed away from him and stepped out of his embrace. “No.”

He smiled as he moved away from the wall, “I’m going to be your first?”

With a shake of her head, she reiterated, “No. That is not going to happen tonight.”

Anger flashed across his face, and he reached out and grabbed her upper arm. “Oh, it sure as hell is.”

“The hell it is,” she hissed back.

Digging his fingers into her upper arm, he pulled her closer to him. When she moved to slap his face, he caught her wrist and twisted it slightly.

“That fucking hurts, you stupid assed bastard!” she raised her voice hoping that Athos was still back there working on whatever paper he had said he needed the encyclopedias for.

“What the hell did you call me?” Leo hissed.

“You heard me…” she hissed back.

Athos smiled at his friend as he stepped out of the alcove as he was putting his phone back into his pocket.

“There you are.” His voice boomed down the hall as Leo jumped slightly, dropping his hand from her upper arm. “Your dad asked me to bring you home. Toby’s refusing to go to sleep without you.”

It was a lie. Both Athos and Priscilla knew it. Leo, however, did not.

Her brother, Tobias, would sleep without Priscilla. The only thing that Toby needed to sleep was one of the Jack Russel dogs. Typically, Moe followed the little boy everywhere.

Priscilla kissed her boyfriend and whispered that she would call him later. He nodded because he still had a little more time until he was a patched brother. Athos was younger, but he had more authority than Leo.

Although her own bike was only a few spots down from her friends, she simply grabbed her helmet and headed to the custom chopper. When she arrived, he offered his hand to her, and she slid on behind him.

With her arms wrapped around his waist and the dark purple helmet with a nebula and stars pressed against his back, they headed to his sister-in-law’s house. Parking in his spot in the covered carport, they quietly entered the house and headed for his room.

“Let your parents know that you’re staying here tonight.” He advised, as he handed her a shirt.

*Staying at Evie w Athos*

The message to the parent group chat was short and sweet. Covered everything that she needed to tell them.

After using the toothbrush that she kept there, she slid under the covers, and he spooned her as he had for the last several years when they shared a bed. Her bare legs rubbed against the fleece pajama pants that he wore.

Guilt flooded through her when Athos tugged the sleeve down to cover the small bruise forming on her upper arm before he kissed the back of her head.

Priscilla gave a little laugh as she felt him fighting with her dark hair which was once again tangled in his beard.

“Girls and your damn long hair.”

She couldn’t help but laugh harder. “Ha! Trigg has hair longer than mine. And Cookie’s braids are damn near his ass.”

“I’m not going to spoon with either of them.”

“Clay would love to snuggle with you.”

“Hell no! Even if I was into guys, pissing off Trevor would scare the ever lovin’ hell out of me.”

She laughed harder at Athos as he gave a dramatic tremble of fear behind her. Playfully, he growled behind her and wrapped his arms and legs around her. With the unintentional pressure on the small bruise, she gave a small whimper.

Guilt filled his voice as he released her, “I’m sorry, Priss.”

“He’s a good guy.” She whispered unconvincingly.

“I’m sure he is.” He said flatly.

“You don’t like him.”

There was a sigh, and she felt him press a kiss to the back of her head. “I don’t. But you don’t need my approval. I just want you to know that if you ever need me, or any of us, the Saints are always here for you.”

She nodded as a few silent tears slipped out of her eyes.

Doing the best imitation of her father that he could, Athos ordered her, “Go to sleep, little pretty.”

Laughing, she settled into the comforting and easy embrace that he offered. Her head rested on his arm, using it as a pillow as her eyes drifted close.