Preach

by K. Webster

  “Tell me,” he murmurs as his lips rain kisses on my mouth.

  I smile against his sweet assault. “Mom isn’t coming home tonight. I thought maybe I could stay over.”

  His gaze darkens and he trails kisses to my ear. I gasp when he tugs at my lobe with his teeth. “I would love nothing more than to have you in my bed all night. And because I can’t go through another moment like last night, I bought some of these too.” He reaches into his pocket and retrieves a condom.

  I laugh. “Look at you. Premeditating.”

  His palms find my ass through my dress and he squeezes. “You’re mine now. I don’t care if we have to be each other’s dirty little secrets. This is happening.”

  I’m slightly disappointed that we have to hide something that feels natural and right from the outside world. But I’m not stupid either. I’m not eighteen yet and he’s a convicted felon and a preacher. If that’s not playing with fire, I don’t know what is.

  We start to kiss again when my phone buzzes. He pulls away and saunters over to his side of the desk. I want to grumble about having to have a session but truth is, I enjoy these talks with Easton. I get a lot off my chest. He never preaches at me or tells me what to do. He simply listens without judgment.

  Once I sit down, I fish my phone out of my purse.

  Jessie: You never RSVP’d. Coming out tonight to celebrate my birthday?

  I groan. I’d been so wrapped up with Easton, I’d forgotten about my friend’s shindig. We’ve been friends since grade school when the teachers used to confuse us as sisters but we drifted some this year. I know that’s my fault. I got involved with Sean and then Nolan. Still, I’m not looking to reconnect after all this time and pass up an opportunity to spend the night with Easton.

  Me: Happy birthday, Jess. I’ll make it up to you. Just you and I can go to dinner one night. But I have something I can’t miss tonight.

  Not a lie.

  I can’t miss this if I want to keep my sanity.

  Jessie: No worries. Courtney will be there and you know she likes to get crazy. I know you don’t like her much but I still wanted to invite you.

  Me: Be careful. Courtney’s trouble. But then again, maybe you’ll get arrested.

  Jessie: That’s the plan. Talk soon, babe.

  I tuck my phone back in my purse to find Easton watching me with a smirk. God, he’s hot. Today he picked out a white dress shirt that’s rolled up to his elbows and the top two buttons are undone. It’s slightly wrinkled but it somehow looks good on him. On Saturdays, his scruff is always grown out some before he shaves it all away for Sunday. I’m staring at his full lips when he clears his throat. A dark eyebrow arches in amusement.

  “I know I’m good looking but maybe you should take a picture since it’ll last longer and all,” he jokes.

  I laugh. “I prefer the real thing over a picture.”

  “Everything okay?” He gestures to my purse.

  “Yeah. My friend wanted me to come out tonight for her birthday but I told her I had important plans. Plans I could not miss.”

  His sinful smile stretches across his face. “Those plans are extremely important, I agree.” Then, as if slipping into preacher mode, he leans forward and opens his Bible. “I thought we could touch on some passages today about coping with loss.”

  All playfulness bleeds from me and I frown. “Joy.”

  “It worked for me,” he says, his eyes flickering with sadness. His brows scrunch together as if he’s in pain.

  “Tom?”

  His lips press into a firm line. “I was better equipped to deal with my feelings when he passed away. Actually, it was my brother.”

  I gape at him, my lip trembling. “I’m so sorry.”

  “It’s what sent me spiraling. Elias was just two years older than I. I adored my big brother. Worshipped him, really. When he committed suicide, I was angry. I blamed my father. It took Tom’s love and guidance to get me through the anger and sadness. Through the word of God, I was able to find peace.” His expression is wistful. “It’s why this,” he motions around him and thumps his Bible, “is so important to me.”

  I bite on my bottom lip, guilt flooding through me. I’m responsible for him straying from God. Losing a brother has to feel every bit as awful as losing a child.

  “Listen, I know you hate this,” he murmurs, his tone soothing. “But it’s just a part of it. Talking through these things and learning ways to deal with your sadness will help you feel better, Lace.”

  I nod and blink away tears. The tears are always just below the surface. All I have to do is think about what Mikey could have grown up to be and then they’re slipping out of their hiding place, soaking me with my own sorrow. I don’t realize I mentally checked out until two warm lips start kissing my knuckles. Easton kneels before me and has threaded our fingers together on one hand and is swiping tears from my jaw with the other.

  I shake away my daze and frown. “I’m sorry.”

  “Nothing to be sorry for,” he breathes, his lips brushing against my flesh.

  We’re quiet for a long time and then he kisses my bare knee. A ripple of pleasure shoots up my thigh to my core. When our eyes meet, his are smoldering. Neither of us speak as he slowly inches my dress up my thighs. His fingers disappear under the fabric and he latches onto my panties.

  “Lift your bottom,” he instructs, his tone husky.

  I grab the arms of the chair and lift. He pulls my panties down to my knees. His fingers run across the inside and he growls.

  “Always so wet for me,” he utters, almost as if he’s fascinated by that fact. But how could I not be wet? He’s sex walking. A hot fantasy come to life. The bad boy turned good. I crave him with every ounce of my being.

  “Only you,” I promise.

  His greenish blue eyes darken to mostly blue. “Damn straight.”

  I smirk. “You can’t cuss in church.”

  “I also,” he murmurs as his hand slips between my thighs, “can’t do this.” His finger pushes into me and I gasp. “But I’m doing it. When it comes to you, vixen, I want to do it all, consequences be damned.”

  He curves his finger inside and presses against a sensitive place within me. I groan and writhe against his hand. When his thumb starts working my clit while his finger rubs me on the inside, I start to see stars.

  Holy shit this feels good.

  “Easton,” I rasp. “Oh, God.”

  A knock on the door makes me want to scream.

  “Everything okay in there?” Lucinda asks. “I can bring some tea.”

  She thinks I’m crying. Oh, God, I’m going to start crying if she doesn’t go away.

  “We’re fine,” Easton assures her, his fingers never losing their stride. “Nothing a little prayer can’t fix.”

  “I hear that,” Lucinda says with a chuckle before we hear the squeak of her office chair when she sits back down.

  Easton works me harder and faster until I’m unraveling.

  “Jesus Christ!” I cry out when my orgasm rips through me.

  “Amen,” he growls.

  I suppose to an outsider, it would seem we’re deep in prayer. In reality, the preacher is just deep in me.

  His finger slips from inside me and he makes a provocative show of licking my juices from his finger. The glare he’s giving me is feral and positively evil. I get high off the look on his face. It makes me want to see it more often.

  “Stand up,” he orders in a low voice. “Bend over my desk. This can’t wait.”

  I obey him but sway on shaky legs. He steadies me with his hands on my hips. The touch is gentle but then he roughly twists me away from him. With his strong hand on my back, he pushes me down across the desk. My ass is bared to him and I feel exposed. He runs the palm of his hand under my dress and I shiver when his fingers tease the crack of my ass.

  “I’m going to make you mine, Lace. Right here. Right now. Any objections?”

  “None,” I breathe.

  “Good gi
rl,” he murmurs. “Are you going to be quiet as a church mouse? That’s the only way we can do this.”

  I nod. “So quiet.”

  He chuckles and gives my ass a squeeze. “But just in case…” His cock through his jeans presses against my backside as he leans into me. He dangles my panties in front of me. “Open.”

  I bite my lip for a moment before obeying. Gently, he pushes my panties into my mouth. Once I’m stuffed with them, he caresses my cheek and grins.

  “You look so damn beautiful right now.”

  My eyes flutter at his compliment. He disappears from my line of sight and I shiver when he pushes my dress up my hips. His palms whisper over my ass before he removes them. When I hear the quiet buzz of his zipper coming down, I become antsy. He’s so slow and so patient that it’s driving me insane. The tear of the foil can barely be heard over my ragged breathing.

  And then he’s giving me what I want. Well, sort of. Slowly, he teases the tip of his cock against my opening but doesn’t enter me. He slides his length up between the crack of my ass and then he pushes it down to rub between my thighs. I’m whimpering with need and wriggling when he finally pokes at my opening.

  “Are you still wet for me, vixen?”

  I moan and nod.

  “Good girl,” he praises. “Remember to be quiet.”

  I nod again but then I lose all sense of reality when he begins inching his way inside me. I’ve waited for this moment since pretty much the moment I met him two months ago so of course I’m dripping with need. He slides easily into me. My body stretches to accommodate his impressive thickness. I’ve only been with one other man and Easton’s cock is a beast in comparison.

  “Dammit,” he hisses. “You feel better than I could have imagined.”

  I nod hoping he knows I feel the same way. He squeezes my ass and spreads my cheeks apart. I’m embarrassed that he’s probably seeing parts of me no one has inspected so closely before but it all fades away the moment he thrusts into me. I grab onto the edge of the desk to anchor myself and desperately try to hold in the sounds caught in my throat.

  “So perfect, Lacy,” he whispers. “God, you are so perfect.”

  My legs quiver and shake. I’ve never felt so full. So complete. His cock rubs against places I didn’t even know could feel good. His pace picks up and his balls slap at my clit. The popping against my clit coupled with the way he drives into me has me losing control. Fire burns through me and heats my flesh as my nerves explode with pleasure. His breathing gets heavier with each thrust. I’m just wondering if he’ll come soon when an intense orgasm seizes me in its clutches. I shudder so hard that if it weren’t for the panties in my mouth, I’d probably hear my teeth chattering. The moan I’m desperate to release comes out as a whine as he slams harder into me. A small grunt is the only warning I get before I feel his cock throb inside me. His palms run up and down my ass as he drains out his climax. As soon as we’re both sated, he slides out of me.

  “Holy…”

  I laugh through my panties. He chuckles too and tugs them from my mouth. Instead of giving them back, he pockets them. I’m too worn out to move. I can hear him pulling off the condom and tying it off. It lands with a thud in the trashcan before he pulls his jeans back up and helps me off the desk. My dress falls back down and the evidence of what we just did in the house of God is gone.

  He takes my hands and squeezes them. “You’re mine, Lace.”

  I’m smiling up at him when the door creaks open. Immediately, I bow my head. He starts murmuring a prayer about strength and love. Even after being a very bad boy, he can slip into being one of the good ones at the drop of a hat.

  “Amen,” he murmurs and releases my hands.

  “Amen.”

  Lucinda clears her throat. “Easton, I’m sorry to interrupt but I had a question about something on the ledger. Before you leave can you clear that up for me?”

  “Of course,” he says, his voice smooth. As if he wasn’t just deep inside of my vagina. “Give us a few more minutes.”

  Lucinda forces a bright smile and talks through gritted teeth cheerily. “That boy ain’t right in the head. I swear he gives me the willies sometimes.”

  Easton and I both jerk our heads to where she’s staring out the window. Bobby stands there holding a rake staring in. I let out a squeak of shock. Easton growls.

  “Actually, Lucinda, I’ll take a look at the ledger now. Then I’m going to have a chat with Bobby.” He gives me an apologetic look. “Can you read some of the highlighted passages in your Bible while I work this out?”

  I nod and shoot him a worried look. Will Bobby tell on us? There’s no doubt in my mind he got an eyeful just now. Lucinda shuffles out of the office. Before he leaves me to study my Bible, he steals a quick kiss on my lips and then stalks away.

  I don’t want to have to fire the kid. I truly don’t. But he needs to cut the stalker crap out. When I’d seen him earlier with Lacy pinned against the church doors, I’d been prepared to rip him from her and beat his ass. Luckily, he was just invading her space. He didn’t touch her.

  Yet.

  Irritation bubbles up inside me.

  Bobby is a wild card. Anyone with brain damage is. They’re no longer wired like the rest of us. I’ve seen Bobby act impulsively and say strange things. Plenty of times, I’ve seen him gawk at girls in the congregation. It never bothered me before.

  Until now.

  Now he’s looking at what’s mine. And dammit, she is mine. It was reckless and irresponsible to screw her at church but I did it and I don’t regret it. Well, not the sex part. Shame niggles at me that I chose to have sex with her so disrespectfully in God’s house. I’m dying to get her back to my place where we don’t have to rush or fear getting caught. And where I don’t have a picture of Jesus in my office staring down at me, reminding me what a sinner I am. We certainly don’t have to worry about creepy voyeurs.

  I stalk outside and find Bobby raking some leaves as if he wasn’t just watching me pound into a teenager. His bright red cheeks give him away. With a groan, I walk over to him.

  “Hey, Bobby,” I grunt. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

  He nods but doesn’t make eye contact with me.

  “I want to apologize for what you saw. That was meant to be private and I’m sorry you had to see that,” I mutter.

  He lifts his chin and a flicker of anger flashes in his normally gentle eyes. “Lashey is pwetty. I wuv Lashey.”

  I clench my jaw. “Lacy is very pretty but she’s mine,” I clip out, my voice hard. “I don’t want you cornering her anymore or watching her when she thinks she’s alone. Understand?”

  “I want Lashey too.” His brows furrow together making the long scar on his forehead wrinkle.

  I step closer to him and glower. “You can’t have her, buddy. I’m sorry.”

  “I take her next time.”

  My blood runs cold and I grip him by both shoulders. “Do you like this job?”

  He nods.

  “Well, if you want to keep it, then I need for you to back the hell off Lacy. Are we clear? Your comments and actions are bordering on grounds for termination.”

  His nostrils flare. “But—”

  “Do I need to call your pa?”

  He widens his eyes. “No, don’t call Pa.”

  “Okay, then. It’s settled. No more standing around peeking in windows or following pretty girls. You clean the church and take care of the grounds. Then you go home. That’s it. Are we clear, buddy?”

  Defeated, he nods. “You wuv her, Pashtor?”

  My chest thunders and I tell him the truth. “I’m getting there faster than I’d like to admit. Now, get back to work.”

  I ruffle his sweaty head and he snort laughs. I think we’ve sorted out that problem but only time will tell.

  “I’m taking Lacy home,” I announce to Lucinda once we’ve settled the books. She’s deep in concentration so she waves us off. Bobby has long since left, thank God, and now
I’m practically dying to get Lacy home with me. When she approaches my motorcycle outside, she frowns.

  “I have to ride on this thing with no underwear in a dress?” Her golden eyebrow is arched and her lip curls up.

  I laugh and hand her the helmet. “I’m not letting anyone but me see what’s under that dress. Got it, vixen?”

  Once she has the helmet on her head and is straddled behind me, I take off. She hugs me tight and it drives me mental knowing her bare pussy is pressed against my ass. By the time we reach my house, I’m sporting a hard-on bigger than Dallas. As much as I want to push my dick inside her again, we slip into our normal Saturday routine.

  Television.

  Talk about everything under the sun.

  Nap and then pizza.

  More television.

  “How do you feel?” I ask her, my voice low and raspy.

  She lifts up from where she’s cuddled against my side. “I feel fine. Why?”

  Running my fingers up along her hips, I murmur, “I meant between your legs.”

  Her cheeks redden and she bites on her bottom lip. “Oh. There. It feels like it might need some attention.”

  I laugh and stroke a strand of blonde hair from her eyes. “Is that so? With my tongue? My fingers? My cock?”

  She swallows. “Maybe all three.”

  “Well, we better go take a look. We’re wasting daylight.”

  A squeal escapes her when I rise from the couch, taking her with me. I carry her down the hallway to my room. Once inside, I set her on the bed and peel away her dress. I love looking at her perfect honey-colored skin. She tastes sweet too.

  With my eyes searing into hers, I begin popping through buttons as quickly as I can. I shed my dress shirt and then tug off my undershirt. Her eyes widen upon seeing my chest.