Sinned: A Priest Romance

by Daye, Veronica

  He pushed past me and walked further down the hall to his room. The door slammed shut.

  I closed my bedroom door and was about to head down the stairs when I turned around and walked down the hall to his bedroom. I didn’t know what his problem with me was, but if he was going to live here, I needed to talk to him. I knocked on the door.

  “Go the fuck away,” he said.

  I raised my hand to knock again, but didn’t. What was I doing? He obviously didn’t want to talk to me, so why was I pushing?

  From the first moment I saw Shane, there was something about him I couldn’t resist. I was never the kind of girl to follow a guy or swoon whenever one was around. Hell, I was never the girl who used the word swoon. But that had been Shane’s effect on me from day one, and it didn’t change now that he was back.

  As I came downstairs, I overheard my dad and Joanna talking in the kitchen. I stopped on the steps where they couldn’t see me so I could listen.

  “How long do you think Shane will stay?” Dad asked.

  “I don’t know. He’s never wanted to stay with me before. Knowing him, he’ll get himself in trouble again soon. I’m just worried because he’s an adult now.”

  “I’m going to check on Rosalie.”

  Crap! I’m caught!

  “Oh, there you are,” Dad said, looking surprised. “Let’s go for a walk.”

  That was my dad’s code for when he wanted to talk to me without Joanna around. I put on my sneakers and we headed out the door. We were a block away from home before my dad spoke.

  “I wanted to talk to you about Shane,” he said.

  “You mean your son?” I teased.

  “No, please don’t call him that. He’s not my son.” He laughed and rolled his eyes. “I just want to make sure you’re okay with him living here. Joanna didn’t tell me he was coming until this morning. I don’t think she expected him to stay.”

  “You said he was in jail?”

  He nodded. “Yeah, for drugs, like his dad. I don’t know everything, but he’s had a rough life. I really think he’s a good kid, he just needs someone to believe in him.”

  I felt so bad hearing Shane was in jail for drugs, I couldn’t say anything else. Questions swam through my head, but I knew my dad didn’t have the answers. If I wanted to know what really happened, I needed to get Shane to talk to me.

  “I just wanted to tell you that if you feel uncomfortable with him here, just say the word and he’s gone.”

  “No, I’m fine,” I said. “I’m sure everything will be okay.”

  When we got back from our walk, Joanna said dinner was almost ready. I went to my room to change clothes. I was a little sweaty and figured I could take a quick shower before dinner.

  The bathroom door was closed, but sometimes I did that out of habit. I opened the door and a wall of steam enveloped me.

  What the hell? Did I leave the water running?

  As I entered the bathroom, the shower curtain was pulled back and Shane stepped out and onto the fuzzy rug. He was naked except for the towel he was drying his hair with.

  I wanted to turn around and leave the bathroom, but I was paralyzed. The water dripping down his body was mesmerizing. And when my eyes reached his cock, I let out a small gasp. I had never seen one so big.

  “Do I get a welcome fuck?” he asked.

  “A what?”

  “Why else would you be in here? Didn’t you hear the shower?”

  “I forgot we shared a bathroom.”

  “You can’t even stop looking at it, can you?”

  “I...uhh...wow,” I stammered.

  “Hello to your big brother, huh?” he said with a laugh. “You know where to find me if you ever need it. Maybe this arrangement isn’t so bad. How about a little tit for tat?”

  He flexed his muscles, making his tattoos jump, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

  “I promise I won’t tell,” he said as he cocked his brow.

  He left the bathroom and I splashed water on my face, trying to get the image of his cock out of my mind, but it was firmly planted in there. Firmly. And I had to admit I didn’t mind.

  Dinner was almost ready so I didn’t have enough time to shower. I was a little worried Shane might walk in on me for a little tit for tat anyway. The night was warm so I put on a pair of shorts with a t-shirt and went downstairs.

  My father sat at the head of the table with Joanna on one side and an empty spot on the other. Next to the empty spot was Shane. He gave me a big smile and patted the empty seat.

  “Saved a seat for you, sis.”

  “I’m not your sister,” I muttered as I passed him.

  I sat next to him and like a magnet, my eyes went to his lap. His jeans were so tight I could see the outline of his dick. He grabbed his bulge and I looked up and caught his sly look. I knew I was in trouble.

  Throughout dinner, I forced myself to not look at Shane. I refused to look in his direction. I was on edge. What if he said something about my looking at him?

  “I hope you’re settling in, Shane,” my dad said.

  “Yeah, I think I’ll have a good time here. I took a shower before and our Rosalie here--"

  “I swear I didn’t see anything,” I blurted out.

  My father gave me a weird look but didn’t say anything. I looked down and my eyes went back to Shane’s bulge again.

  Dammit! Look away, Rosalie!

  “As I was saying, our Rosalie here has a nice selection of bath wash and shampoo. I hope you don’t mind that I used your stuff.”

  “It’s no problem,” I said, wishing dinner was over.

  “If I have anything you want, you know where to get it,” he said, grinning. “I’m a firm believer in tit for tat.”

  My cheeks burned, but I kept my eyes on my plate and pushed the food around. I couldn’t eat, my mind was elsewhere.

  I poured myself a glass of water and as I took a sip, Shane’s hand touched my bare thigh. I tried to act cool, like nothing was happening, but then his hand moved up, closer to my shorts. I jerked my leg away and spilled some water onto me.

  “I’m sorry I got you wet,” Shane whispered. “By the way, your nipples are hard.”

  I folded my arms over my chest and tried to act like nothing happened. Shane stood from the table and picked up his plate.

  “I love eating out in my bedroom,” he said.

  “That’s fine, dear,” Joanna said. “Let me know if you need anything.”

  Eating out. Part of me wanted to laugh, part of me was horrified by how immature he was acting, but another part of me desperately wished I was his dinner.

  ***

  The next day I found Shane pacing in front of the front bay window. His hands opened and closed into fists and I could hear him muttering, but I couldn’t hear what he was saying. I thought about what my father said about drugs and wondered if I was wrong about it being my fault.

  “You have a car, right? You have to drive me into town,” he said.

  “What for? What makes you think I want to drive you anywhere?”

  “Because you’re a nice person and not a bitch. Although I’ve been wrong before.”

  “Tell me why you were such an asshole to me yesterday and I’ll drive you.”

  “It’s complicated,” he said. “Forget I asked.”

  “Then at least tell me what happened that day in school with Seth.”

  “I’ll tell you during the drive.”

  “Fine,” I said as I grabbed my keys. “Where are we going?”

  “Just drive downtown, I’ll let you know when we get there.”

  As I started the engine, I couldn’t help thinking wow! Shane Ventana is in my car! It made me feel like an idiot. I tried to act calm and cool, like it wasn’t a big deal, but deep inside I was a nervous wreck. Any minute now I’d do something stupid like when I choked at dinner. That was my luck.

  “So what happened at school?” I asked.

  “I’m sure you heard. I was arrested. They sen
t me to juvie.”

  “But you didn’t do anything.”

  “Didn’t matter,” he said. “I had enough priors. The judge thought he could threaten me with juvie and I’d tell them everything they wanted to know.”

  “Then why didn’t you? Why would you protect Seth?”

  “It wasn’t Seth I was protecting,” he said. “What happened to me wasn’t about Seth’s deals. They got him so they were happy. Unfortunately, my priors came up and that caused some problems.”

  “What did you do?”

  “That’s none of your business.”

  Shane turned towards the window and was quiet for a moment. I didn't know what to think anymore. Was it my fault he ended up in jail? Or would he have ended up there eventually anyway?

  “Turn up here,” he said. “Make this right.”

  “There? Are you crazy?”

  “Just do it.”

  We were in a part of town I only drove through before and usually with my windows up and the doors locked. The old brick buildings were worn and several were boarded up. The turn Shane wanted me to make looked more like an alley than a street.

  He’s going to buy drugs, I thought.

  The alley led to a small parking lot. I stopped the car and Shane got out then popped his head back into the car.

  “You coming?” he asked.

  “No, I think it’s better if I stay right here.”

  “All alone in your big ass boat? I don’t think your dad would like that.”

  He closed the car door and started walking towards a peeling white door with a faded sign I couldn’t read. Shane turned back to me and grinned before disappearing inside.

  The minutes dragged by slowly. Every sound made me jump. A large van entered the parking lot and parked close to my car, and every serial killer I had heard about flashed across my mind. I'd had enough of my overactive imagination and turned the car off and rushed over to the door Shane had entered.

  A musty smell hit me as I entered and I fought the urge to sneeze. When I looked around, I realized I was in an art supply store. Aisles of paints, paper, canvas, pencils, everything imaginable was in front of me.

  I started walking past the aisles wondering where Shane was and found him filling a basket with oil and acrylic paints.

  “Why couldn’t you tell me this was where you wanted to go?” I asked.

  “Because I wanted to see if you trusted me enough to just take me.”

  “So you were testing me?”

  He shrugged. “I don’t trust many people, why would anyone trust me?”

  “So you paint?”

  “When I can. It relaxes me.”

  “Can I see your work?”

  “No,” he said gruffly. “I don’t share it with anyone. And don’t tell anyone you brought me here either.”

  “But what about--“

  “I’m serious, Rosalie. No one.”

  “Not even my dad?”

  “Especially not your dad. I don’t want my mother knowing, okay?”

  “She doesn’t know?”

  “Can you just shut up long enough for me to look? Maybe you should have stayed in the car.”

  “Okay, I’m shutting up.”

  He shot me a look with daggers in his eyes. I opened my mouth to apologize, then quickly closed it. I was already on shaky ground with him, I’d better quit while I was ahead.

  I had so many questions for him. He was always Shane the hottie, Shane the jock, or Shane the bad boy, and now he was Shane the artist. He was more complicated than I thought.

  We didn’t speak on the ride back from the store. As soon as we got back home, Shane carried his stuff up to his bedroom. It was days later when I saw him again and everything changed.

  ~ Seven ~

  I had the day off from work and was sitting in the living room reading when he came down the stairs. He was shirtless, so I lifted my book up a little higher and pretended to be reading while I admired his body.

  He had a new rose tattoo on his bicep, but that only distracted me a little before my eyes traveled over his chest. My gaze shifted slowly down to his tight abs and followed his happy trail to his low-rise jeans. I didn’t need to use my imagination to picture what was in his jeans.

  “The view the other day wasn’t enough? You know, you’re not supposed to look at your brother like that,” he said.

  Shit!

  “I’m...umm...reading,” I said. “Besides, you’re not my brother.”

  “Stepbrother, whatever. Same rules apply. Unless you’re into that kinky stuff.”

  He put on a white fitted shirt and rolled up the sleeves as he looked out the window.

  “So when does Shane the asshole show up again?” I asked.

  “Shane the asshole is always here, never forget that.” He shoved his hands into his pockets and tilted his head as he looked at my book. “What crap are you reading?”

  “It’s none of your business.” I slipped the book under a throw pillow.

  “That’s one of those burning loins books, isn’t it? I saw the man titty on the cover. My grandmother used to read those with Fabio dressed as a pirate or whatever.” With a few quick steps, he crossed the room and swiped my book out from under the pillow.

  “It’s not one of those books. It’s just romance. Now give me back my book!”

  He opened the book and started flipping through the pages. Settling on a page, he started to read, then looked at me with a crooked smile.

  “My grandmother didn’t read anything like this. This is porn,” he said with a laugh.

  “Give it back. It is not porn.”

  I got up from the couch and tried to grab the book out of his hands but he lifted it higher.

  “It is porn. It has cock in it and right here she’s talking about her wet pussy. Do you use this to get off? Does it make your pussy wet?”

  I jumped up and snatched it out of his hands, but he caught me as I tried to get away.

  “I was reading that,” he said as he reached for the book.

  As I tried to pull away, I tripped and fell onto the couch, pulling him along with me. I was on my back and he was on top of me. His warm breath was so close it gave me goose bumps and my nipples hardened. I forgot all about the book until he yanked it out of my hands, then sat on the floor and opened it again.

  “Where’d that wet pussy go?” he said as he flipped through the pages again.

  It’s right here.

  I smacked him on the head with the throw pillow and sat up.

  “Sounds like you need it more than I do,” I said.

  Shane put the book down and turned towards me. His intense green eyes locked in with mine.

  “How badly do you need it?” he asked as he cocked an eyebrow at me.

  He wasn’t talking about the book. Even I wasn’t stupid enough to think that. Like flipping a switch, my body reacted to his words.

  I need it bad. My body throbbed its answer from between my legs.

  A car pulled into the driveway and Shane peeked out the window. He held up my book with a crooked smile.

  “If you need it, you know where to find me,” he said.

  With the book in his hands, he went up to his bedroom. I wanted my book back, and I wanted more of whatever just happened. I was about to go after him when my dad entered the house.

  “You and Shane will have to fend for yourselves tonight, Rosalie,” Dad said. “Joanna has a late meeting and I have to get back to school for parent-teacher conferences.” He dug into his wallet, pulled out some cash, and placed it by the phone. “That should be enough for dinner.”

  “Thanks, Dad. Do you want me to order something for you?”

  “No, don’t worry about me. Sorry about telling you at the last minute.”

  Shortly after my dad vanished into his bedroom, I heard the water for the shower start. I went upstairs and was going to get my book back from Shane but saw his bedroom door was closed. Knowing how sensitive I was about my own privacy, I knocked on
the door.

  After waiting a minute, I gave up. Shane obviously didn’t want to be bothered again. I walked back to my room, opened the door, and found Shane sitting on my bed reading. It brought back everything from my stepfather. I wanted him gone.

  “What are you doing in here?” I said angrily. “I didn’t say you could enter my room. Get out!”

  “Get out? Am I not allowed in the princess’s room?”

  “Just go. Get out! How dare you just come into my room without asking.”

  “You got a problem with my being in here? Don’t tell me you never dreamed about having me in your bedroom.” He stood from the bed, the book still in his hand, and glared at me. “I know you want it and it has nothing to do with your fucking porn. I’ve seen how you look at me. I bet you’re wet right now thinking about it.”

  For a moment I was too stunned to do anything, but my anger took over and I went after him.

  “Don’t talk to me that way,” I said.

  “What? Did I get your panties in a bunch? Or does it bother you that even now despite how angry you are at me, your nipples are saluting me?”

  I folded my arms over my chest. Stupid body. I couldn't help how my body reacted towards him. It betrayed me every time he was near.

  “Get out now! And leave my book,” I said.

  “I don’t want your ridiculous book.”

  He threw the book onto the bed and stormed past me into the hall. I slammed the door shut as he left, thankful that my tears didn’t start until after he was gone.

  I didn’t know how much time had passed, but the sun had started to set when I heard the doorbell ring. I peeked out my bedroom window and saw the Palermo’s delivery van parked in front of the house. Just seeing the car made me realize how hungry I was. Palermo’s was my favorite restaurant, and I wondered if Shane knew and was enough of an asshole to not order anything for me.

  I left my bedroom, closing the door behind me like I always did. Shane was seated at the dining room table eating pizza.

  “Can I have some of your pizza?” I asked.

  “No, get your own food.”

  “You could’ve told me you were ordering dinner.”

  He didn’t answer. He kept his eyes on me, that same look from school where I felt like he was seeing me naked as he shoved a slice into his mouth and took a big bite.