Page 180 of The Love of Priest

Britain made her way over to him, standing between his legs. "Priest, quit being silly. You don't take me out on dates. You take me on adventures," she teased, causing them to share a laugh. "And I enjoy them. The Hamptons, fancy restaurants, yacht sailing, and everything else. You never really cease to amaze me."

Priest gripped her sides before his hands slid down to her rear. "I gotta keep that smile on your face."

Britain grinned as she swooned. Priest definitely knew how to keep her happy. There was never really a dull moment between the two. Even if they sat in pure silence with each other, they were still content and happy with that. "I love you, playa,” she told him while playfully extending her fist to him to initiate a fist bump.

"I love you too, playa." Priest pounded his fist with hers.

Although, Britain would have liked for her impromptu date to be a pleasant surprise for Priest, she had to go into detail just for safety precautions. Lately, Priest had been taking a lot more safety measures just to keep his loved ones out of danger. The plan that he, J'Ru and Kaymen had brewing was working in their favor. Money had been making a fast rotation around them, and expanding hadn't been a problem.

The storm was quiet now, but Priest only took that as an indication that June was plotting, and the fact that Leonard was extending an olive branch to him only proved his suspicions. It was comical to him that they really considered him weak enough to fall for some father and son bullshit. Priest wasn't caving, and he was willing to take on all the bullshit June would throw his way due to him taking over his territory.

Once dressed and ready to go, the two exited the penthouse. "I can't believe you made me tell you about our surprise date," Britain shamed him with a shake of her head.

Priest chuckled before sending a teasing smack to her rear. "I'll still act surprised when we get there."

"Don't mock me, Kanaz." She narrowed her eyes at him, which escalated his chuckle into full laughter.

Britain had convinced Priest to allow her to drive once more. He was skeptical, but her kisses and doe-like eyes had him sold. After Priest assisted her into the Bentley Bentayga, her personal favorite of all his luxurious cars, he got into the vehicle himself.

"I trust you with my life, but I can't seem to trust you with my car," Priest admitted as he eyed Britain uneasily. She was currently adjusting the seat to be closer to the steering wheel.

Britain laughed. "I'm a great driver. It's everyone else on the road who isn't.”

"Including the curbs, pedestrians, and bicyclists?" Priest continued to heckle her with a raise of his brow.

Britain scoffed. "Didn't you just get your license reinstated not too long ago?" she retorted, causing the amused look on Priest's face to grow stale. "Alright then. Not too much on me and my driving."

The drive to the destination was surprisingly smooth. Priest calmed Britain down whenever she wanted to honk erratically and curse out whoever was pissing her off in traffic.

"I would have never expected this," Priest jokingly gasped in a dramatic manner, playing shocked like he said he would.

Rolling her eyes, Britain laughed. She waited for Priest to make his way around to assist her out of the car. "You're such an ass." She handed him the keys.

Priest smirked, agreeing with her. "I appreciate this." He placed his strong hands at her sides, pulling her closer. He leaned down, brushing his lips against hers teasingly, causing a smile to plaster both of their faces.

"Stop playing and just kiss me already," she ordered him while cupping his face in her hands to stop him from taunting her. Priest gave into her desires, kissing her lips.

Hand in hand, they made their way into the bowling alley. The joint was pretty empty, but that was what Priest and Britain preferred. "I know this isn't dinner on the beach or sex on the yacht, but we can act like kids and just forget about the shit we've been through," Britain suggested as she wrapped her arms around his torso.

Priest gazed down at her, his heart swelling in love and gratitude. "Thank you for always reminding me that the small shit in life makes me a lot happier than the grand shit," he expressed before craning down to kiss the top of her head.

"You're welcome." She hugged him tighter.

Despite Priest not wanting her to contribute a single dime to the outing, she paid for their shoes so they could get access to the lanes anyway. "You ever went bowling before?" Britain asked Priest once they picked a lane, and she began inputting their names.

Priest chuckled while shaking his head. "Shit, I was hoping you would teach me."

Britain let out a laugh as she shook her head as well, confirming that she was just as lost as he was. "We’re gonna have to figure this out together."

"Sound cool to me," Priest shrugged.

"If I win, I want a massage, a long one with no complaints anytime I want this week," Britain smirked.

"And if I win, I get to fuck you anytime, anyplace, all week," Priest stated his potential reward with a smirk of his own.

Britain shrugged her shoulders dismissively at him. "Sounds like a win-win for me."

Priest chortled. "Bet, scrub," he teased, letting the trash talk begin.

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