Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 52190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
“That’s the thing, I’m not sure I believe in God though. I shouldn’t be wasting your time.” I’m not sure if I’m talking about confession or something else.
“You could never waste my time.” His voice has that sexy dragging through gravel sound and I feel myself melting. My flesh is turning slick and my heart is beating between my thighs. And I really do want to stay. “Tell me whatever you want little dove. I’m sorry I had to leave. I had… a few things to do. Things I had to make right.”
“Because of me?”
“No. Not because of you.” He hesitates. “Because of me. Deals I made a long time ago. Things I’ve had to follow through on.” He sounds distant, like he’s not telling me everything. Like maybe, he’s having second thoughts and how could he not?
“Do you hate me?” I blurt out. It’s not really what I want to ask, but it’s the little girl in me, feeling that rejection and wanting it to go away no matter what. Wanting to test him.
Another pause, and my heart thunders. This is the moment, another pineapple on pizza moment but way, way bigger.
“No, Kitty, I could never hate you. What we did was—”
“It was good, Martin,” I blurt, using his first name, needing the playing field a bit more level right now. “I wanted you. Did you want me?”
“Yes, but I want to do this right.”
“So, are you saying what we did was wrong?” My chest collapses, is this it? He’s letting me down easy?
“Yes, but—no--” There’s a low grunt, a mumble, “Kitty, right and wrong…it’s not that simple.”
“We can’t be together, can we?” The impending sob tightens around my windpipe as I struggle for breath.
“It’s not as simple as that. I made vows, Kitty.” He groans, and I hear him whispering.
I lick my lips. He’s praying. For what though?
Forgiveness or a sign?
No risk. No reward.
“I’m sorry, Daddy, I’ve been a very bad girl,” I whisper, clawing at the barrier between us.
“Kitty—”
“Are you going to spank me again?”
I can almost hear him gulp in the silence.
And there’s no stopping me now. I put my fingers through the metal grating on the confessional box. I pull myself closer.
“I’m not wearing any panties, that has to be a sin.”
“Oh, God…” I hear his heavy breaths from the other side and fuck it. I’m a good girl but I know how to be bad.
I unlatch the door and skitter around to the other side barely giving a glance at the chapel to make sure it’s empty.
I twist the knob on the door where he’s at and swing it open, practically flinging myself inside and closing it behind me.
God, he smells so good. The tiny space is warm, hot even and even in the darkness, his eyes shine with that look that tells me he’s fighting his own demons.
“Kitty, I’m your steward. You’re headmaster. Teacher.” He says as I wiggle my way between his knees and the wall, standing in front of him. “Fuck, you’re fucking breaking me.” His voice cracks as his gaze feasts on me in the confined space.
“I can just stay here with you. Tell my parents I did so well, you offered me a job. A position. I know Hoover will be thrilled I’m not coming back.” There’s a clutch in my belly as I consider my mom might be just as happy to get on with her new life. And, with Baby gone, what is there to go back to?
My friends?
No. A few days away and sober, things get cleared up pretty fast. They aren’t my friends, they were just a place holder and one that has been replaced.
By Father Martin.
“That’s not possible.” He answers, his words pushing me away as his hands slide onto my hips, fingers splayed as his thumbs rub up and down over the fabric of my skirt. “This is no life for you.”
“But, it is. I mean, we have each other, this whole place, we have science together. We could make our own lab, you could teach me everything you know. WE could…” I wind my fingers into his hair as he lets out another groan. “Blow shit up.”
He tugs me my hips forward, my back arching. “You are blowing everything up.”
My cheeks heat as he tugs me forward, his knees pushing between mine as he holds me steady.
One hand leave my hip, traversing up my side, this thumb grazing the side of my breast as my nipples sends a zap of arousal down to my already slick entrance, my body preparing for what its been craving since that first day in the bck of the limo.
His thumb and forefinger find my chin, pinching, drawing my jaw lower as he drags my mouth to his, his tongue invading, pushing, spinning. His mouth is warm and welcoming as my muscles go slack and our mouths move together.