Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
I pulled back just enough to see her face. “Dimples, you wreck me every time you come for me.” I pressed a kiss to her nose. “I won’t break you. All I ever want to do is make you smile.”
Twenty-Nine
Saylor
“You gonna admit you’re fucking the priest yet?” Gathe asked before popping a chip into his mouth and grinning at me.
“Shut up,” I hissed, looking around us.
“What? They all know. I’m not the only one who has witnessed ole Father Jude going into the shop and staying awhile when you’re the only one in there.”
I glared at him. “Why would any of you see that? You’re just there to make sure I get to and from my car safely.”
“I didn’t have binoculars, but I am positive I saw a naked ass with legs wrapped around him, pounding away,” Forge said.
I swung my eyes to him. He was grinning as he took a drink from his beer while watching the game on the screen.
“You couldn’t have seen that,” I said angrily.
He cut his eyes at me. “Okay, I lied. I had binoculars. But I was just checking out the area before leaving. I didn’t know I was gonna get live-action porn. Dimples Does God Dirty. Has a naughty ring to it.”
The others laughed, and I grabbed a handful of chips and threw them at him.
“You’re a perv! And how did you know he calls me Dimples? I swear to God, if y’all have some microphone planted, I will kill you all, one by one.”
Gathe finally caught his breath from his uncontrollable laughter and bumped my shoulder with his arm. “Chill. No microphone. I might have seen a text or two on your phone by accident.”
I glared at him and shot up. “You are all assholes. I’m leaving.”
Gathe grabbed my hand, tugging me back down. “Sit. Halo will have li’l Hawk to sleep soon, and if we run you off, Bane will beat all our asses. She was excited you were coming over.”
I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at all of them.
Forge shrugged. “It wasn’t like I saw your ass.”
“Ugh,” I groaned. “Why are y’all stalking me during the day?”
Than leaned forward for more chips and dip. “Not stalking, Princess. Just checking in.”
“Yeah, but seeing as you’re regularly fucking the Lord’s servant and all, we could probably cut down on the security detail,” Forge said.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it out.
Jude:
Bible study over. Heading to the rectory. Where are you?
I glanced up to see Gathe looking at me, and I stood back up so he couldn’t see my screen.
Saylor:
At the house that Bane and Halo live in with some of the other guys.
“The naughty priest?” Gathe asked.
I walked around the sofa and over toward the entrance to the game room.
“I’m gonna say that’s a yes,” Than said.
“Tell him I said he’s got a great ass,” Forge called out.
I kept walking to get away from them. Our plan had been for Gathe to drop me off and let me walk to the rectory at ten tonight. There was nowhere to hide my care safely and it could be spotted at the church parking lot. We didn’t need anyone asking questions.
Jude:
My other meeting was canceled. Any chance you can come now?
Smiling, I walked back into the great room.
Saylor:
Yes. I’ll be there soon.
Gathe was watching me. “You want that ride now, don’t you?”
I nodded. “I’ll make it up to Halo. We can do something another night this weekend.”
Gathe grabbed another chip, scooped up some of the cheesy beef dip, then grabbed his keys off the table. “Come on.”
“See ya, Dimples,” Forge called out.
“I will murder you in your sleep,” I replied.
He said something, and they all started laughing again. I rolled my eyes and followed Gathe outside the door.
I had to use my phone to see through the darkness as I walked down the wooded path that led to the rectory. All the house lights were out, which didn’t help. When I reached the door, it opened. Jude’s hand wrapped around my wrist and tugged me inside, shutting it behind me. The bolt clicked into place, and then his mouth was on mine.
Going up onto my toes, I slipped my fingers into his hair and tangled my tongue with his. The faint taste of whiskey made me smile.
“Mmm,” he hummed as he nipped and then licked my bottom lip. “I’ve needed to do that all day. Sister Mena being at work sucks.”
I giggled as he stepped back, taking my hand and leading me to the sofa. The only light was the moon, which was somewhat shaded behind trees. He sat down, then pulled me onto his lap, straddling him. He slid his hand behind my neck and brought my mouth to his.
“How long do I get to keep you?” he asked, brushing his lips against mine.