Page 54 of The Love of Priest

"Promise me that even if you can't promise me your presence, you’ll allow me to promise mine in your life." Britain held her pinky out with a sense of sincerity in her words.

Priest hooked his pinky with hers before he leaned in, locking his soft lips with Britain's plump ones. "I got you." Priest pulled his lips from Britain's and graced them along her neck. A soft laugh flowed from Britain at the feeling of Priest’s fluttered kisses along her smooth skin.

Priest flipped them over so he could hover over her small frame. "Priest, what are you doing?" She laughed a little louder while his kisses trailed down her chest.

Priest intertwined their hands together, holding them above her head as he lowered his lips below her waistline. He smirked before circling his tongue in the inner portion of her thigh. "Just vibe,Gioia," he told her before taking her breath away.

ChapterSeventeen

Britain securedher arms around Priest tightly. He had convinced her to hold onto him as he explored the deepest section of the pool in the backyard of his house. Britain was far more comfortable in the three feet area, but the fact that Priest made swimming in the six feet look so effortless awakened the daredevil in her.

"Just relax." His rugged yet suave voice rang in her ears. "I'm not gonna let you go," he assured her.

"Priest, I can't feel the ground. I'm about to panic," she warned him with a frightened look etched on her face.

Priest chuckled. "Brit, if you try to touch the ground, your whole head will be under water," he reminded her since they were in the deepest part of the pool.

"Priest, if you let me go, I swear…" she warned him as she clenched his shoulders.

"How you expect to learn how to swim if I don't let you go?" He raised a brow, challenging her logic.

Britain smacked her lips. "Let's just go back to the three feet, please."

He agreed with a light laugh. Holding her close, he navigated through the water, ascending from the deep end to the shallower end where Britain was more comfortable. The two had only been in the pool for a few minutes. The sun had set, and the moon had taken its place in the sky. Priest lifted her, seating her on the tiled poolside. He stood tall between her legs, resting his arms on her thighs. "You done being all scary?"

"Yup." Britain smiled with a nod of her head.

He shook his head, shaming her playfully. "Let's get out of here," Britain suggested while she cupped his face in both of her hands.

"Out the pool?" he asked for clarification.

Britain nodded her head in confirmation. "Out the house, too. It's only like eight. Let's go out," she attempted to convince him with a radiant smile.

Priest eyed her for a moment, seeing the slight excitement in her eyes. "Cool," he agreed. "Go get ready. I'll follow you up."

"Don't have me waiting too long, Kanaz,"she warned him before getting up.

Priest chuckled at the use of his middle name. "I won't, Dulce," he assured, teasing her with her own middle name.

Britain walked over to the pool chair where their towels were resting. She wrapped one around her waist before her wet feet pitter-pattered along the cold tile floors, coursing through the home. Over the two days they had spent in the Hamptons home, Britain was able to take in the beauty of it. The architecture of the house was much more modern than the neighbors who weren't accessible for at least a mile. Priest loved the fact that his home was isolated from the busyness of the Hampton area. It was his getaway, so he didn’t like much bothering him. Britain couldn't deny the fact that she somewhat liked the seclusion as well. The beach ran for miles and miles, and it was beginning to feel like they had their own reserved section of it where no one else bothered to frequent or flock.

The majority of the time spent in the house was either in the bedroom, the downstairs lounging area, or the backyard that was graced with the beauty and relaxation of the beach. Priest never really showed her around the home; however, he did promise her that she would soon be familiar with each and every room in the home— whatever that meant.

Ascending the stairs, Britain reached the bedroom. As she was prepping herself for a steamy shower, her phone rang while it was charging on the nightstand. Trying to make it quick, Britain skipped over to her phone, answering it without bothering to see who was calling first.

"Hello," she answered, immediately face palming herself once she finally realized that it was her father, Remy, calling.

"Hey, Daddy's baby. I noticed you haven't stopped by lately." Jeremy furrowed his brows on the other side of the call. Britain had pretty much gone AWOL, just as she had with Jadey. It wasn't her intention, but Priest seemed to take up all her time, and she did the same to him.

Britain chuckled. "Hey, daddy. I've been busy lately," she told him as she navigated from Priest's bedside to his conjoined open space bathroom.

"You have, huh?" It was evident to Britain that Remy wasn't buying any of her shit, but could he really question her? She was a grown woman who paid her own bills and cared for herself. Remy couldn't really scold her for being an adult and not wanting to explain herself to him.

Britain nodded as she put her father on mute so she could let out a loud groan. "Britain, he freaking knows something." She spoke out loud as she peered at herself in the mirror. Letting out a deep breath, Britain gathered her composure and took her father off mute. "Yeah, I have. Life's just been getting hectic. What's up with you, though?"

Remy chuckled at his daughter's mannerisms, finding her absentminded, yet overly obvious nerves funny. "Same shit, Brit. You know your pops don't get out much."

"Well, you should change that. Daddy, life doesn’t stop giving until you're in the grave," Britain preached confidently, reciting the exact words of Priest.

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