Sinned: A Priest Romance

by Daye, Veronica

“You look ridiculous,” I said, laughing.

  “Pretty pleeeeease?” she begged, sticking her bottom lip out further.

  “You look like a sick fish. I can’t believe anyone falls for that face.” I shook my head as I tried to hold back more laughter. “Fine, but you owe me.”

  Issy grabbed my hand and we headed down the stairs just as Dex and Jagger entered the house. Dex looked model perfect as usual with his light brown hair, sunglasses, fitted t-shirt, and jeans.

  “Hey, Sierra and Issy, long time no see,” Dex said with a grin. “Jagger and I were going to hang out by the pool, wanna join us?”

  “Don’t,” Jagger hissed at Dex.

  Jagger, carrying a brown paper grocery bag, walked through the foyer and out to the backyard. I stared at him, hoping he felt the daggers shooting from my eyes.

  “Hope you don’t mind, but I invited some people over,” Dex said.

  “What do you mean?” I said, glaring at Dex. “This isn’t your house. This isn’t his house either. You can’t have a party here.”

  “Come on, Sierra, relax. It’s not a party. It’s just a few old friends getting together to shoot the shit.”

  As I opened my mouth to speak, the doorbell rang. Dex swung the front door open and people started streaming through the house and out to the backyard. I recognized almost everyone, and it ticked me off even more. They were all people Issy, Dex, and I went to school with. I remembered being friends with all of them when we were in grade school, but once high school started, I wasn’t “cool” enough to be in their crowd.

  I folded my arms across my chest and looked out the door as a couple more cars pulled up in front of the house. Dex grinned at me before slipping his arm around my shoulders.

  “Aww, you’re mad, aren’t you?” he asked. “Well, don’t worry your pretty little head about it. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

  He winked at me then disappeared as another group of people entered the house.

  “Asshole,” I muttered as I closed the front door.

  “Let’s join them,” Issy said as she grabbed my arm and started pulling me towards the back of the house. “This is perfect. We can hang out with everyone and catch up on what everyone’s been up to since graduation.”

  “That’s the last thing I want to do.”

  “Suck it up. I’m not missing this.”

  “Jagger doesn’t even want us there.”

  “Then that’s too bad,” she said. “You live here.”

  Issy grabbed my arm and dragged me outside. Music filled the air from Phil’s outdoor stereo system. The loud crunch of ice being poured into a cooler briefly drowned out the music.

  “Oh, there’s Sandra and Jessa. I didn’t see half of these people arrive,” Issy said.

  “They probably went straight to the backyard.”

  “Come on, let’s go say hi.”

  “No, you go ahead,” I said, looking for an excuse then remembering the cooler. “I’m going to get a drink. I’ll catch up with you in a few minutes.”

  I never cared much for parties. Especially not ones I knew I’d get stuck cleaning up after. I made my way over to the cooler and popped the lid open, but all I saw was beer. Yuck! I shoved my hand deep into the ice to see if there was anything else to drink.

  “I’ve got the perfect drink just for you.”

  Jagger’s husky voice froze me more than the ice did. I didn’t need to look up to know it was him, I just knew. I pulled my cold hand out of the cooler and folded my arms in front of me.

  “Just for me? I thought you didn’t want me here.” Asshole. Just once I wished I could say what I really felt.

  “I didn’t,” he said as his eyes quickly shifted away. “But I had a feeling you’d be here anyway and wanted to give you a peace offering. Listen, I know I was a dick to you in the past, and I’m sorry about that.”

  “Yeah, whatever. You just want me to let my guard down. What’s your plan? Get me drunk and then what? Humiliate me in front of everyone?”

  For a moment, I felt a cool rush of satisfaction for standing up for myself, but that moment disappeared when I noticed Jagger grimace. Was I being too hard on him? Impossible! What was I thinking?

  Jagger reached deep into the corner of the cooler and pulled out a gold can. He wiped it dry with the corner of his t-shirt, then handed me the can. As I took it from him, our fingers touched briefly and I looked up and met his gaze.

  I couldn’t breathe. The cool blue of his eyes seemed to spread through me and into my hand, which was freezing from the can. Confused, I pulled my eyes away from his and looked down.

  “Cream soda?” I asked.

  “I know you like it. You drank it at my going away party. There’s a six pack in there for you. Don’t worry about any of this,” he said as he jerked his thumb towards the people. “I’ll make sure everything goes back the way it was.”

  Jagger closed the lid of the cooler then walked away before I could say anything else. Not that I was going to say anything. I didn’t know what to say. The guy I spent most of my life believing was the biggest prick on the planet did something nice. The world didn’t make sense anymore.

  ~ Four ~

  Jagger

  The backyard was a mess. Everywhere I looked, there were red plastic cups and empty cans of beer. I picked up several cups, slid them into each other, and lifted the lid of the trash can. A horrible stench punched my senses. I shoved the cups into the trash and slammed the lid down.

  Taking a gulp of fresh air, I turned towards where Dex had his arm around the last guest, a curvy brunette I didn’t know. Dex’s eyes met mine. He nodded in my direction and whispered something to the girl.

  As I reached into the pool with the skimmer to fish out an empty bottle of vodka, Dex clasped his hand around my shoulder.

  “Hey, I got this,” he said. “Ginger and I will clean up and then I’ll take her home.”

  “You’re going to drive?” I said. My words slurred from a combination of drink and exhaustion.

  “Yeah, I’m good. I nursed the same bottle of beer all night. I didn’t want it affecting my performance,” he said.

  Dex looked over at Ginger. Her back was towards us as she jerked open a folded plastic trash bag. Dex grinned then slapped an invisible ass in front of him and thrust his hips.

  “I’ve had my eye on Sierra for a while now, but Ginger will do,” he said. “Sierra was in a mood and a half tonight.”

  “I didn’t notice,” I grumbled.

  “You know if I were you, I’d be hitting that piece of tail every night I was under this roof. Instead you barely even looked at her tonight,” he said before pausing. “Shit, you’re going to a wedding with her. You know chicks get extra horny at weddings. Take advantage of that.”

  “Shut the fuck up,” I said. “Besides, it’s pretty obvious she hates me.”

  “She’s got reason to, right?” Dex laughed. “Too bad for you, good for me. Maybe I’ll take her out on a date this week.”

  “Why don’t you leave her alone?”

  “Why should I? You’re not going to tap that, and she’s going away to some fancy chef school soon so I’m running out of time. She’s always been on my list.”

  “She’s my sister,” I said. Shut the fuck up, you asshole.

  “No, she’s not. Not yet at least. And even after your parents get married, the most she is is your stepsister. I think that would make me want to fuck her even more.”

  “You want to fuck my stepsister?”

  My head was spinning. I sat in a nearby chair, took a deep gulp of air, and tried to make sense of Dex’s bullshit.

  “Nah man. Well, yes I do, but I was just saying that I’d be all over that taboo ass if it was me.”

  I shook my head as I slowly dropped it into my hands. I didn’t know if he was being serious or cutting up, but I wanted him to shut the fuck up.

  “You’re looking green, Jag. Go to bed. Like I said, I got this. You let me invite all these people over
, cleaning up is the least I can do.”

  “Okay,” I said, standing up and surveying the mess. I didn’t want to deal with it anyway.

  “I’ll give you a call tomorrow. Maybe Ginger has a friend for you.”

  “Whatever. I don’t have time for a relationship. I’m going away soon.”

  “Who said anything about a relationship?” Dex said with a grin.

  I'd had enough. As I entered the house, I stumbled on the lip of the doorway. It wasn’t like me to drink so much, but every time an old friend came over, they brought me another beer. I couldn’t say no. That would’ve been rude.

  I groaned as I entered the foyer and shielded my eyes. The fancy chandelier was too bright. I flicked the switch to turn it off and made my way up the curved staircase with the light of the moon streaming through the windows to guide me.

  Once upstairs, I stopped to look down the wide hall towards my bedroom. It was too dark, but I knew turning the light on would kill my head. I tried to think about how far of a walk it was from my room to the stairs. Was it the first door or the second? I couldn’t remember.

  As I made my way down the hall, I squinted and blinked to try to get my eyes to adjust faster to the darkness. I had walked about as long as I usually did to my room, so I reached out towards the wall until I felt it. Dragging my fingers along the smooth surface, I found the door. I knew it! I don’t need to see where I’m going. I turned the doorknob and entered.

  I could barely make out the furniture in the room, but I didn’t need to. I just needed to get into bed.

  I let my clothes drop to the floor as I undressed. I couldn’t believe how heavy my body felt. I was exhausted. My eyes closed briefly and I thought I smelled Sierra’s fruity shampoo.

  Fucking Dex! Now I’m hallucinating.

  It was because of him that I was thinking about her. Her curly red hair, her soft skin, how when she leaned forward I could see her breasts struggling in her bra. Thinking about her was making me hard. Shame I was too tired to even jack off.

  I spent the past few days and definitely tonight avoiding her, and now I couldn’t stop thinking about her. It only meant one thing--I had way too much to drink.

  Despite how much I tried to think of something else, my thoughts kept returning to Sierra. I replayed in my head how our fingers touched as I handed her a drink, how our eyes met for the briefest moment, and then she turned away. She probably remembered how much she hates me.

  I slid into the bed and lay right on the edge. I was too tired to even move over. As I closed my eyes, the room spun until my imagination took over.

  Images of Sierra flashed in my mind until I started undressing her in my dreams. I leaned closer to her and felt her soft warm skin under my hand. My hand slid to her neck and pulled her closer until our lips met. As she sighed, I slipped my tongue into her mouth. It was one of those dreams that felt real.

  “What are you doing?! Get off me,” Sierra said as she shoved me hard.

  My eyes flew open. Hours must have passed since I got into bed. There was enough light in the room now that I could see I was in the wrong room. Sierra was wearing a pink sleeveless nightshirt. She looked even better than in my dreams. I couldn’t stop looking at her, and it dawned on me that my lips were still warm from hers.

  Guess that part wasn’t a dream.

  She shot me a death stare as she pulled the blankets around herself. The sheets flew off me, leaving me naked. Her eyes widened as she stared at my hard cock. She moved further back and fell off the bed, landing with a loud thud.

  “Are you okay?” I asked.

  I jumped off the bed and put my hands out to help her up, but she slapped them away.

  “Get the fuck away from me,” she said. “And put that thing away!”

  She couldn’t stop staring at my dick. She didn’t look too mad at me, so I wrapped my hand around it and moved closer to her.

  “Put this away? Where do you want me to put it?”

  I grinned as I swung my dick closer to her and she lifted the blankets over her face. She didn’t say anything, but I could make out the shape of her body under the blankets. She was shaking.

  Shit, I did it again. I’m such a fucking dick.

  As I opened my mouth to apologize, I heard a giggle escape from under the blanket. I pulled down the blanket so I could see her face.

  “You’re drunk, but somehow I’m the one who fell off the bed,” she said, laughing. As she collected herself, her brow wrinkled and she frowned. “Wait a sec, what are you doing in my room? And why are you naked?”

  “Sorry, I guess I got lost.” I shrugged.

  I couldn’t tell if she was still mad at me, but I wasn’t going to press my luck. I got up and grabbed my clothes. As I pulled on my jeans, I noticed Sierra hadn’t stopped looking at me.

  “See something you like?” I asked.

  I gave her my best I-know-you-want-it smile. It was a half smile with a quick raise of my eyebrow and when it came to girls, it had never let me down.

  “No, I’m making sure you don’t take anything of mine with you,” she said.

  Just like that, she ruined my smile’s perfect record.

  “Don’t worry, there’s nothing of yours that I want,” I said. I picked up my shirt from the floor and walked to the door. “You know, for a few seconds there I thought maybe we were getting along.”

  “Guess you were wrong.”

  I nodded slowly as I replayed the last few minutes in my head. I promised myself I would leave her alone and up until then, I really thought I could. But hearing her laugh and seeing her in her nightshirt did me in. She deserved one last tease.

  ~ Five ~

  Sierra

  I locked my bedroom door after Jagger left, but I could’ve left my door wide open if I wanted to. He didn't mean to come into my room. He didn’t mean to kiss me. Or did he? Maybe it was all a set up. I can’t trust him.

  Issy was right. Everything pointed to Jag being a decent guy, but I couldn't get over what a prick he had been in the past. Even if he was a prick with gorgeous eyes, abs you could wash clothes on, and a...

  Stop thinking about it!

  I couldn’t. It was imprinted on my brain. Every time I closed my eyes, there it was. And I couldn’t help myself, I kept closing my eyes. I needed some kind of intervention.

  Picking up my phone, I started texting Issy.

  Sierra: You awake?

  Issy: No, but what’s wrong?

  Sierra: Nothing’s wrong.

  Issy: No one texts at 5am to shoot shit. And if that’s why you texted, then I’m going back to sleep.

  Sierra: Okay, okay. I saw it.

  Issy: Saw what?

  Sierra: IT. Jagger’s it.

  Issy: It’s 5am. My brain isn’t working. His what?

  Sierra: Wake up then, dammit! I saw his dick. His cock. His weiner. His tallywacker. His rod. His weenie. I SAW HIS PENIS!!!

  Issy: I knew what you meant, I just wanted you to say it.

  Sierra: Bitch!

  Issy: That’s what you get for waking me. Is it big? Is he wandering the house naked? If so, I’m coming over.

  Sierra: It was huge! He was naked in my bed.

  Issy: You SLUT! I thought you hated him.

  Sierra: He was drunk and passed out. He thought he was in his room. I told him to get out.

  Issy: You saw it and nothing happened?

  Sierra: Right

  Issy: Then I’m going back to sleep.

  Sierra: No! I need to talk about this.

  Issy: It’s a dick. Unless he was doing something with it, this can wait until I’m awake.

  Sierra: But I need to talk!

  Issy: Was this your first sighting?

  Sierra: No, you know about Devon.

  Issy: Then get over it. Draw pictures of it, cast it in bronze, just let me go back to sleep!

  Sierra: What a great friend you are.

  Issy: Did you get a picture of it?

  Sierra: No.

&nb
sp; Issy: Then you’re a lousy friend. Pictures or it didn’t happen.

  Sierra: Good night.

  Issy: G’night!

  ***

  I woke later that morning to my phone buzzing from a new text.

  Jagger: I think you deserve to be teased more.

  Sierra: I knew you were a dick.

  Jagger: You mean you like my dick.

  Sierra: Grow up!

  Jagger: Get it up?

  Ugh! I give up!

  Worried about what Jagger had planned, I spent most of the morning in my room. The later it got, the angrier I became. But instead of being mad at him, I was mad at myself. How could I think he had changed? He was still a huge dick.

  Huge dick.

  I couldn’t help but giggle. As I sat on my bed, I pictured him naked. Of course I was surprised to wake up to that, but what a way to wake up. Even though it was brief and he was too drunk to realize what he was doing, that kiss was memorable.

  Grabbing my phone, I left my room and went downstairs to the kitchen. As I poured some Cheerios into a bowl, my phone buzzed.

  Jagger: Ever see Magic Mike?

  Sierra: The stripper movie? No.

  Jagger: Now you don’t have to.

  What is he talking about?

  As I ate my breakfast, my phone buzzed again. Jagger sent me a video, but all I could see was black. I didn’t know what to expect, but how bad could a video be? I tapped play.

  Pulsating dance music started and the light came on in the video. He was in the family room. Jagger came on the screen dressed in loose black pants and a zipped sweatshirt. He started dancing to the music and removed his sweatshirt. He was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt underneath. I picked up my phone to get a better look and laughed as I watched him do body rolls like I had seen in the movie trailer. And then the video ended.

  Damn!

  Just as I was going to replay the video, another popped up on the screen. I pushed my bowl of cereal aside and watched the new video. Jagger swayed and hip thrusted to the music. I was not ashamed to admit it - I was drooling. The video stopped just as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his pants.