Sinner (Shelter Harbor #1)

by Aubrey Irons

I’m sitting here jerking my cock thinking about the preacher’s virgin daughter.

  I am so going to hell for this.

  And I so don’t care.

  By the time I’m imagining her sinking down on my cock, my hands on her ass and her hands clawing at my skin as I claim her for the first time, I groan, grabbing a tissue and grunting as the cum erupts out of me.

  I lay back, panting, grabbing my glass and taking a final sip of whiskey.

  Yeah, I’m totally going to hell.

  It’s totally worth it.

  I’m sipping coffee, not beer, the next morning as I pull into the parking lot next to the big old factory building that will be the outreach center. I take a deep breath behind the wheel of Dad’s truck, centering myself.

  I need to get ahold of this shit. I need to focus on the stuff that needs focusing on. The bar, the business, not going under, paying Rich back, and showing my dad I’m not a total deadbeat by helping with his project.

  Things I don’t need to focus on?

  Evangeline Ellis and her insanely tempting virginity.

  Forget it. The deal last night was a bust. I said yes to something I’ve got no business sticking my nose into.

  Teach her?

  Fucking hell. No. That’s trouble I do not need, that’s for sure.

  I congratulate myself on a good strong pep-talk as I open the door and jump out of the truck.

  Settled that nicely.

  I sigh deeply and shake my head before I grab the coffee and donuts I picked up on the way over for some of the construction crew. It’s early, but the place is already crawling with volunteers, builders, contractors, and just people stopping by to lend a hand. I dodge past some volunteers, wave to some people I know, and I’m weaving towards the main volunteer tent when I see her.

  I see Eva.

  And the whole night comes rushing back.

  “Will you teach me?”

  Jesus.

  She looks up, and our eyes meet. She smiles and waves cheerily, and I wave back, like I’m being friendly.

  …Not like I’m imagining teaching her how to get on her knees, or how to scream into a pillow as I fuck her from behind.

  Shit.

  This is no good.

  I dodge past a crew of guys unloading bags of cement from the back of a flatbed, waving at a couple I know from the bar.

  “You bring a keg?”

  I raise up the big box of coffee I picked up at Dunkin’ Donuts. “Yeah, black and caffeinated.”

  The guys groan but drop their shit to come over anyways.

  “It’ll work.” Harry, one of my regulars, snorts.

  “Pretty sure the good reverend would crucify me if I got his crews drunk before work.”

  Harry grins. “Nah man, your old man is alright. Hell, he’d join in.”

  I chuckle. “He might.”

  “It’s the other one that scares the shit outta me.”

  “The other one?”

  He jerks his thumb over his shoulder, and I follow it to see Leonard screaming and pointing wildly at some poor volunteers.

  “Yikes.”

  “Yeah, no shit. We’ve already bumped heads twice. Listen bro, I’m a fuckin’ Catholic myself, but the guy thinks every fuckin’ screw and nail that goes into this place needs to get personally blessed by His Holiness.”

  “I’ll uh, I’ll talk to my dad.” I frown and shake my head. “Fuck it. I’ll talk to him and see if I can calm him down.”

  “Yeah?” Harry mutters with a raised brow. “Get ready then,” he mumbles as he grabs a coffee and skips out.

  “Wait, what do you-”

  “Rowan.”

  It’s Leonard’s voice, directly behind me.

  Great.

  I turn. “Hey, Leonard! Interest you in a don-”

  “There were two beer bottles on the back porch of the house this morning.”

  I freeze, swallowing the sudden lump in my throat as his steely eyes lock onto me.

  “Huh,” I nod, frowning. “Sorry, I must’ve left them there back when I was working on the house before you guys arrived.”

  “They weren’t there yesterday.”

  “No?”

  “No, they weren’t.” His eyes pierce into me, like he’s looking into me to see what I’m hiding.

  Fuck.

  “Neighborhood kids, probably,” I say as casually as I can.

  It’s fucking weird that I lie to him, too. Nothing happened last night, and there’s nothing wrong with me having a drink with his above drinking age daughter.

  So why do I feel guilty?

  Why does it feel like dirty secret I need to shut up about?

  “Neighborhood kids,” he says flatly.

  “Yeah, takes all kinds, right?”

  He nods, those eyes of his still glaring into me like he’s about to suss out the truth. “Well, we’ve got work to do.”

  “Definitely.”

  I decide to skip the “can you please stop hassling the workers” talk for now.

  “So, care for a donut, Leonard?”

  “I do not.”

  He turns abruptly and storms way.

  “Jesus Christ,” I mutter under my breath. Taking a swig of my coffee. I glance up, and see Eva working with some of the other volunteers across the job site.

  Smiling.

  Pushing her long blonde hair out of her face.

  She looks up suddenly and sees me, and she grins and gives a small wave.

  Shit.

  This is temptation.

  This is wicked sin.

  And I want more.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Evangeline

  “Take off your panties.”

  I gasp as his voice growls into my ear.

  “We’re- we’re in church.”

  “I said take them off.”

  “But-”

  “You want to learn? Well I’m here to teach you,” he whispers, his breath teasing the back of my neck.

  “Rowan-”

  “Now.”

  I nod quietly, my hand slipping up my leg, under my dress. I pause for a single second before I hook my fingertips into the waist of my panties and slowly pull them down my legs, raising my butt off the pew to slip them off.

  “Like this?”

  “Just like that,” he growls. “Now spread your legs.”

  “But people could see.”

  “They won’t.”

  His hand is on my knee, sliding higher, and it’s everything I can do not to moan out loud. There are people all around us, their eyes locked to the sermon from the pulpit, but here I am with Rowan’s hand slipping up under my dress between my legs.

  My breath is coming harsher as his hand moves higher and higher, pushing under the Sunday dress between my legs.

  I whimper when his fingers find me soaking wet, and when he slips them over me, I almost cry out loud.

  This is filthy.

  This is so wrong.

  We’re in a church for God’s sake.

  “Spread your legs.”

  I do as he says, eagerly. My legs part, and his fingers find my center. He slips them inside, and I groan, my hands tightening on the wood of the pew under me.

  “Rowan-“ I breathe.

  “I love when you say my name like that.”

  “Oooh God.”

  He’s stroking me, hitting this place right inside that’s making me shake. His thumb brushes over my clit, and I bring my fingers to my mouth to stifle the moan.

  “Undo my pants.”

  “What?”

  “Go ahead.”

  “People could see us.”

  “They won’t,” he growls, his fingers moving more insistently between my legs.

  I reach over, pulling at the buckle and unzipping his jeans. I reach in, and my eyes go wide as I pull out his…his cock. I hold in the moan as his fingers slide in and out of me, making me rock against his hand.

  “It’s time.”

  “Time for what?”
I whisper.

  “Time for you to experience the whole thing.”

  I gasp. “Here?”

  “Right here,” he husks into my ear. “I want to feel that pussy sliding down every inch of me.”

  His fingers leave me, and his hands pull me onto his lap.

  “But, what if people-”

  “They won’t, angel.” He leans close, his lips right by mine. “Do you want this?”

  “Yes,” I gasp.

  “Tell me what you want.”

  “I want you to…do it.”

  “Do what.”

  “Make love to me.”

  “That what you want me to do to you?”

  I swallow, slowly shaking my head. “No,” I whisper.

  “Then why don’t you tell me what you really want me to do to you.”

  I lock eyes with him, feeling my pulse roar in my ears.

  “Say it, angel.”

  “I want you to fuck me.”

  He grins wickedly, his hands tightening on me as he pulls me against him. His cock slips against my thigh under the Sunday church dress. My legs spread, and I can feel him pressing at my center.

  “I’m going to fuck you now, angel,” he whispers into my ear. I’m practically dripping down his cock I’m so wet.

  “Please,” I whimper.

  “Please what.”

  “Please fuck me.”

  He pushes the head inside, I throw my head back, my eyes go wide up at the church ceiling, and-

  …And that’s when I wake up.

  I wake in a sweat, shaking, my skin on fire and buzzing. I moan as I squeeze my thighs together, the telltale reminder of the filthy dream I just had still lingering between my legs.

  God I’m so…wet.

  It’s light outside, but still early. I groan, dropping my head into my hands.

  I had a sex dream about Rowan. I freaking dreamed about having sex with Rowan in a church for God’s sake.

  God.

  God help me.

  I’m still so wet, still so horribly, mortifyingly turned on. I twist under the covers, ignoring how terrible I know this is, and ignoring how morally wrong it is. I roll onto my front as my hands slide down my belly, fingers teasing lower. My panties are soaked, and my fingers trace over my seam through the wet cotton.

  I whimper into the pillow.

  Slowly, I push my panties down to my knees, my hands slipping up until I can feel the heat.

  “Eva!”

  I gasp, jolting around and yanking the covers up as the pounding rains down on my bedroom door again.

  “Eva! Open the door!”

  Chastity.

  “Um, one sec!”

  “Eva!”

  “Hang on!”

  I jump from the bed, yanking my panties up and pulling sweatpants on before I swing the door wide.

  “What?”

  “We’re going to be late, Eva!”

  “What?”

  “Did your alarm go off?”

  “What time is it?”

  “It’s already seven-thirty!”

  Crap.

  “I need to shower.”

  Chastity groans. “No! Just come on, we’re going to be late for the job site.”

  “We are volunteering, you know.”

  She glares at me.

  “Okay, okay, sorry. Hang on.”

  I turn my back to her as I start to change out of the sweats and into jeans.

  “Your father is going to be mad, Eva.”

  “He’s always mad, Chastity.”

  She gasps, and I glance back to see her holding a hand to her mouth, her eyes wide.

  “Honor thy father, Eva,” she says sharply, a scandalized look on her face.

  “Chas- I know.”

  “What has gotten into you?”

  “What?”

  “You’ve just been so off since you got back from your mission trip.”

  “Well, I did get dumped by my fiancé,” I spit back, yanking a volunteer shirt on.

  “The Lord had other plans for him.”

  “Plans like him screwing Jessica Wilkes?”

  Her face goes white. “Eva!” She fans herself. “Lord, Eva!”

  “Sorry.”

  She takes a shaky breath, as if she’s just gone through some sort of ordeal by me saying the word “screwing”.

  “Well, at least Milton is coming to meet you soon. He’s very handsome, Eva.”

  “And divorced.”

  “His wife left him,” she says curtly.

  “Sounds familiar.”

  We head down the stairs to the kitchen. “Well, his divorce has been okayed by the parish council.”

  “Oh, how nice for him,” I say dryly.

  “It is, Eva. It means he can marry again.”

  “Chastity,” I turn, scrunching my face up at her. “He’s so much older.”

  “And established in the community, and well off, and mature and stable. Honestly, I think you could do with some stableness, Eva.”

  “You might be right.”

  She smiles. “C’mon. Let’s get to work building the Kingdom.”

  I resist rolling my eyes as I follow her out the back door.

  I want to get into it. I know I should. I know diving into this project is exactly what I need and exactly the right thing for me.

  Apparently, picking things that aren’t right for me is a new thing of mine.

  But, like I said, I want to be a part of this, but when the head volunteer asked for someone to make a coffee run, I’m the first hand that goes up, if just to get away from it all for a little while.

  I head down the street and around the corner.

  Lynn isn’t as quaint as Shelter Harbor of course, but then, that’s probably why they got the building space for the center so cheap.

  I stroll past a few storefronts until I get to the coffee shop and step inside.

  That dream last night. I feel the shiver run through me at the thought of it. God, what was that? That was…wrong is what it was. Wicked. Sinful.

  There’s a flush of guilt that pulses through me, as I think about how I still haven’t showered the dream away — how I still haven’t washed the evidence of that sin away from my body.

  In a dark, wicked way, I feel alive knowing I haven’t.

  “Great minds think alike.”

  I whirl as the voice from my dream whispers into my ear.

  For real this time.

  “Um, hi.”

  Rowan nods. “Playing hooky?”

  “Excuse me?”

  He grins. “Are you ditching work today?”

  “Oh, no.” I shake my head, trying to act extra chipper.

  Trying to act like I’m not totally replaying the dream last night right now — the one where he pulled me onto his cock and took my virginity in a church.

  I swallow the blush that creeps into my face.

  “No, I’m just going on a coffee run for the volunteers.” I peer at him. “What are you doing here?”

  “Eh, I’m like a bad penny. I just keep turning up.”

  I grin.

  We stand in silence, before I step forward and order enough coffee for the whole crew. Thankfully, they have one of those cardboard jugs that holds forty cups or something.

  “Here, I got that.”

  “I can manage it.”

  Rowan shrugs. “If you say so.”

  I almost heave the giant thing of coffee off the counter before I glance back at him. “Okay, fine.”

  “Oh, I can carry it now?”

  I stick my tongue out at him. “Yes.”

  “Yes…?”

  I roll my eyes. “Yes, please.”

  We walk side-by-side back to the job site.

  “So, I’ve, um…”

  I trail off, my brow furrowing.

  “Yes?”

  “I’ve been thinking about our trade.”

  He turns and grins at me. “And?”

  And I can’t talk about that stuff with you bec
ause it turns me around and on, and it’s inappropriate and it’s making me have filthy sex dreams about you involving a church.

  “I- you don’t have to teach me anything,” I blush at the word ‘teach’, like it’s a dirty word or something. “I’m not going to tell anyone about the guy and the money, so I’m just saying you don’t have to do anything either, okay?”

  “Well that doesn’t seem fair.”

  “It’s fine you don’t have to.”

  “But wouldn’t it be more fun if I did?”

  His voice whispers and teases into my ears, just like in the dream. I gasp, turning towards him as the dream comes rushing back, my face flushed.

  “I-” I swallow. “I don’t know.”

  “I’m very good at this stuff, you know.”

  “What, talking?”

  “Sex.”

  My face turns hot as I look away.

  Rowan chuckles.

  “Honestly, I could give you a PhD in rocking your new husband’s world.”

  “He’s not my husband.”

  “Well, future husband, or whatever. Your betrothed.”

  “I thought we were not in feudal England.”

  “Says the girl whose father is setting up a marriage for her.”

  I rake my teeth across my bottom lip, the wheels turning in my head.

  “Okay, if we do this-”

  Rowan grins, his brows raising at me.

  “The questions, Rowan.”

  He laughs. “Yes?”

  “We need to have rules.”

  “Uh oh.”

  “What?”

  “I’m bad with rules.”

  “No, just, you know, boundaries.”

  “I’m worse with those.”

  I bite my lip again.

  “This sort of sounds like you’re sidestepping the whole thing.”

  I frown. “No, I just-”

  “Here, what about this. Let’s just start. Right now.”

  “Here?” I squeak, immediately, rolling my eyes at myself.

  “Yeah, just go ahead.”

  “How?”

  “Just ask away.”

  I shake my head. “No, that- not here.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because we can’t?”

  He chuckles. “Darlin’, you’re going to have to get used to the idea that you can do a whole lot more than you think you can.”

  “Thanks,” I say dryly.

  “Any time.”

  “Where have you been!”

  Chastity’s voice hits me from the side as she comes storming out of the volunteer tent.

  “Howdy, Chastity.”