Sinned: A Priest Romance

by Daye, Veronica

  Holy shit!

  I couldn’t believe what just happened. I closed the door behind me and leaned against it as I entered the bride’s room. My heart pounded in my chest and if I didn’t have the door to lean on, I was sure I would have dropped to the floor.

  Mom came over to me with a look of relief. Her brow wrinkled for a moment as she touched a wisp of my hair by my cheek.

  “You changed your hair,” she said. “I didn’t know you knew how to do that. It looks great. Sorry I had to send Jagger after you, but I was getting worried.”

  “It’s okay, Mom. I lost track of the time.”

  “You didn’t have to run back though.”

  “Run?”

  “Your face is flushed and your breathing is a little fast.”

  “Oh that, yeah, I ran to get back as quickly as possible.”

  If only she knew it was the effect Jagger’s kiss had on me. I wonder what she’d say?

  Once we were outside, I spotted Jagger standing beside his dad under the floral canopy. I was wrong about him, really wrong. He was nothing like the stupid kid I remembered.

  The guests turned in their seats to watch as I walked down the aisle. I glanced around for any familiar faces, but they were all blurred. Ahead of me was the wedding canopy, and I settled myself by focusing on Jagger’s blue eyes. Jagger smiled and held my gaze the entire time.

  The ceremony was a blur. Whenever I looked back at Jagger, his eyes met mine. We exchanged looks and smiles throughout the ceremony and when it was over, we walked back up the aisle together with my arm through his.

  I didn’t know what happened between us, but one thing I was sure about was that we would never be the same.

  ***

  Phil and my mom had their reception in a small ballroom in the resort’s main building. The tables were small and surrounded a dance floor with a DJ. Jagger and I sat at a table with our parents, who looked very much in love.

  Neither of our parents wanted to do the usual traditional thing, so I was surprised when the DJ came on and asked them to have their first dance together. As Phil stood to take her onto the dance floor, Mom leaned towards me.

  “You have to get out there, too. I want everyone to dance with us,” she said.

  I stared at her blankly as Jagger slipped his arm along the back of my chair.

  “You heard your mother,” he said, grinning.

  Mom and Phil quickly went to several other tables and recruited some other people to dance. When the DJ started a ballad, Phil took my mom in his arms. As he spun her, the other couples joined in and she pointed at me sternly.

  Sighing, I stood and Jagger took my hand and led me to the dance floor. I was still confused about how I felt about him until I felt his hand firmly on my lower back. The warmth of his hand seeped through my dress and as much as I didn’t want it to happen, my body reacted and my nipples hardened.

  “Are you chilly?” he whispered.

  “Shut up.”

  “You should have lied.”

  He pressed me tighter against him, and I felt his stiff manhood against my abdomen. The image of him naked shot through my head as he chuckled. I moved back to make distance between us.

  “I can’t believe you,” I said.

  “What can’t you believe? That you want me as bad as I want you? Or how big I am?”

  “Shut up.”

  “I could go all night. And I’m not talking about dancing.”

  “Shhh! Someone will hear you.”

  His hand slid down to my ass and he pulled me closer against him. I knew he was just teasing me, I knew I shouldn’t like it, but I did.

  “Are you wet?” he whispered. “Don’t play games for once, just answer me.”

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  I looked up at him, and he grinned back as he raised his eyebrows. I didn’t push him away this time. Instead, I kept an eye on our parents. Luckily they were too consumed with each other to notice us.

  When the song ended, Jagger stepped back and a surge of cool air wrapped around me. I rubbed my arms to warm myself and cover my already obvious nipples.

  “Coat check in five minutes,” Jagger said.

  He didn’t wait for a response or give an explanation. He walked off the dance floor and out of the ballroom. He didn’t need to. I’d have to be an idiot to not understand what he was saying.

  “Thank you for dancing with Jagger,” Mom said as I returned to the table. “I know how conflicted you are about him.”

  “It’s okay. I might have been wrong about him.”

  “See, I told you to just give him a chance.” She hugged me, then Phil whispered something in her ear and kissed her cheek. “You know I’m not big on tradition, but I do like the idea of the bride and groom slipping away quietly.”

  “You’re leaving?”

  She nodded. “Phil took care of all the arrangements for you and Jagger. We’re taking a plane to a more private island where we’ll spend the rest of our honeymoon. I’m sure you and Jagger will be fine on your own. You’re both adults.”

  “Don’t worry about us, Mom. Just enjoy yourself.” I hugged her quickly. “I love you.”

  “I love you too, sweetie.”

  Phil led my mom out of the ballroom through a side door. No one seemed to notice them leaving. I didn’t know how much time had passed, but I grabbed my purse and quickly exited the main doors to look for the coat check.

  After following a series of signs through a maze of hallways, I found a closed door with a placard on it that told me I was in the right place. Jagger was nowhere to be found. As I pulled out my phone to text him, the door opened and I was yanked into the small, stuffy room.

  Jagger pressed me against the closed door and held my hands up between his and the cool wood. My phone and my bag dropped from my hands, but I didn’t stop to pick them up. In the dimly lit closet, his intense eyes met mine.

  His lips closed down on mine, taking my breath away. As his hands moved down my arms, his kiss became more intense. He cupped my face with his hands as his tongue explored my mouth.

  “I want you so bad,” he whispered.

  His hands moved down my neck and over my breasts. My breath caught in my throat. Everything I held on to to remind myself to hate him vanished.

  Slowly, he lifted my dress as his lips brushed against my neck and shoulders. His hands skimmed my thighs before finding my panties. As his lips met mine again, his fingers rubbed my wetness.

  “Not here,” I gasped.

  “Why not?”

  “Because someone will find us.”

  “That’s even more of a reason to stay here.” His lips moved to a half smile, and I knew he was up to something. “I just want you to come.” His finger slid into me and my body began trembling. “Come here for me and after that, we can go wherever you want.”

  I heard voices approaching, growing louder as they moved closer.

  “But--“

  “Shhh.” His finger moved deeper into me and I moaned. “You need to be quiet or they’ll hear you. Do you want to come?”

  I nodded as the voices stopped right outside the door. He curled his finger inside me and my body pulsed in response. I didn’t want him to stop, but I couldn’t help listening to the voices in the hall.

  “They must have locked the coat check,” a man’s voice said as the doorknob twisted. “I’m sure they have the key at the front desk.”

  The voices grew faint. Jagger withdrew his finger and rubbed it over my swollen nub. My breathing became shallow. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders to hold myself up as my legs grew weak.

  “Are you close?” he whispered.

  His other hand moved roughly over my breasts, pushing me closer to the edge. Panting, I nodded.

  “I haven’t decided what I’m going to do after you come. Will I use my tongue on you or make you ride my cock?”

  His finger dipped into me again, sending a shockwave through my body. He then rubbed it faster over my clit unti
l the wave of my orgasm crashed against me. I clutched at him as my hips pushed against his hand.

  Oh fuck fuck fuck! This wasn’t my plan!

  He kissed my forehead gently and smiled.

  “Still hate me?” he asked.

  “Yes,” I said, out of breath.

  “It’s too bad I don't care.”

  His lips closed over mine. He bit my lip then opened the door.

  “You really don’t care?”

  “You’d have an unfair advantage if I told you the truth. Now where to?”

  “My room.”

  Hand in hand, we rushed through the hotel to the nearest elevator. As the elevator rose out of the palm trees, Jagger pushed me up against the clear glass as his lips pressed against mine, then opened my mouth for his tongue.

  When the doors opened, we rushed to my room. I pulled the key card from my clutch and dropped it on the floor. We bent down at the same time and hit our heads. Laughing, I picked it up and unlocked the door.

  Jagger took his suit jacket off and yanked his tie loose. Then, with a sexy smile, he walked over to me and unclipped the flower from my hair.

  “What are you doing?” I asked.

  “I want your hair down.”

  Standing behind me, he removed each of the bobby pins he had put in place. He buried his face in my neck and kissed the curve where it met my shoulder as he slowly lowered the zipper of my dress. He slid the thin straps off my shoulders and let the dress fall to the floor.

  As he kissed the back of my shoulder, he suddenly stopped and softly moved his fingers over a scrape on my back. I winced.

  “Is this from the other night?”

  “Yes. I guess when I fell out of the car.”

  “I’m sorry I wasn’t there sooner,” he said.

  He took my hand and led me to the couch. As he sat down, he tugged me onto his lap. His warm hand delicately moved over my chest to the top of my strapless bra.

  “I’m lucky you were there.”

  “It wasn’t luck. And I should have stopped him sooner. I should’ve never let you go out with him.”

  “I saw I accidentally dialed you, but how did you know where to find us?”

  “I was following you. Dex is a douche. I should have kicked his ass just for asking you out.”

  “So you were jealous,” I said.

  “Why wouldn’t I be? How many different ways do I have to tell you I’m into you?”

  “How about just telling me?”

  “You hate me, remember?”

  “That’s right, I do,” I said with a smile.

  “It’s okay, I hate you too.”

  He looked lost in thought for a moment before he grabbed the TV remote and started flipping through the channels.

  “Is that it?” I asked. “I thought we were...you know.”

  “I don’t think I can. You have no idea how much I want to, but I forgot about what happened with you and Dex. It’s not right.”

  “Nothing happened with me and Dex. You stopped whatever might have happened, and I’m really grateful for that.” I searched his eyes for some kind of sign that he still wanted me as much as I wanted him. “You’re not saying something.”

  His brow furrowed and he looked away, towards the TV, before looking back at me.

  “I’m leaving in two weeks. I don’t want any kind of commitment or relationship to worry about back home. I know I should have said something sooner, but let’s just say it wasn’t my head that was in control earlier. I don’t want to give you the wrong idea.”

  “I didn’t have that. I wasn’t thinking about what would happen. You’ve been teasing me with these pictures and videos for the past week, and I guess I wasn’t really thinking either.”

  “And now you’re sitting on my lap in your underwear and I’m having a hard time thinking again.”

  “Then don’t think. Not tonight, not while we’re here.”

  His fingers wrapped around my hair and he pulled my face down to his. He roughly pressed his lips to mine, then in one swift movement, he slid down the couch. With me on my back, he lay down beside me.

  “You looked so sexy when you came before, I have to see it again,” he said.

  He got up from the couch and with a cock of his brow, he grabbed my panties with both hands and yanked them down. He made me feel so sexy and wanted that it didn’t feel strange to be almost naked in the starkly lit room.

  Kneeling on the floor, he kissed the inside of my knee as he spread my legs. He nipped my inner thigh with his teeth, and I jumped and giggled.

  “You’re beautiful,” he whispered as his lips moved closer to my apex.

  His hand moved over my mound before shifting down towards my wetness. I grabbed the pillow behind my head as I waited for what I knew was coming.

  When his tongue first touched my skin, my entire body relaxed, happy to get what it wanted. He pushed my thigh down as his tongue darted against my sensitive womanhood. When his lips closed over my nub, I moaned.

  His eyes looked up and met mine as he tasted me. His tongue dove deep into my wetness, then flicked over my clit. My body trembled and shook.

  As his tongue moved faster, he slid his finger into me. His other hand held my hip as I rocked against his face. I couldn’t believe what was happening, so I reminded myself of our agreement--no thinking.

  “I’m close,” I cried.

  My breath caught and I arched my back as he sucked my clit. Chills ran up my back and I took a deep breath as the orgasm took over my body. He watched me as the waves spread over me each time he thrust his finger deeper.

  “I could watch you come all night,” he said.

  He undressed and we lay together naked on the couch. I wanted more and as I stroked his erection, I knew he wanted more, too.

  “Are we going to?” I asked.

  “No. I know you. You can say that you’re not going to think about it, but I know you’re not that kind of girl. I also don’t trust myself with you.”

  “What do you mean you don’t trust yourself?”

  “I don’t trust myself to not fall for you.”

  I didn’t know what to say. Jagger picked up the remote again and started flipping through the channels. When he stopped, it was an old movie with Woody Allen and Diane Keaton.

  “You ever see this?” he asked.

  “No, what is it?”

  “It’s Annie Hall. It’s one of my mother’s favorite movies. You wouldn’t believe how many times I’ve seen it.”

  “What’s it about?”

  “I guess it’s a romantic comedy, but it’s different. You’ll like it.”

  We spent the night in each other’s arms watching Annie Hall. When it was over, I started to think about him leaving and my feelings overwhelmed me.

  “You said you’re leaving in two weeks. What school are you going to?”

  “I’m flying out to Illinois. Let’s go to bed.”

  He got up and turned off the TV then walked into the bedroom. I followed him and climbed onto the bed and back into his arms.

  “One of my friends is going to school out there. What school are you going to?”

  His body tensed and even though my eyes hadn’t adjusted to the dark, I thought he looked away.

  “I’m…umm…going to Great Lakes.”

  “Hmm…I haven’t heard of that school.”

  “I’m beat. I’m going to sleep. Sweet dreams, Sierra.”

  “Sweet dreams.”

  ~ Nine ~

  Sierra

  I woke just as the sun was beginning to rise. Jagger was sound asleep, but I couldn’t sleep anymore. I slipped out of bed, put on a t-shirt and panties from my suitcase, and grabbed my phone. While so many things from the night before ran through my head, the biggest one was where he was going to school.

  I knew I shouldn’t think the way I was, but I wondered if we could try to make something work long distance. What I was thinking about was crazy, considering how just a few days ago I was trying to co
nvince myself I hated him, but it was finally time to be honest with myself. I liked him. A lot.

  Opening a browser, I typed in “Great Lakes Illinois” to find out more about his school. In no time, Google had a bunch of results, but every single one made my stomach twist. The first one said all I needed to know. Naval Station Great Lakes.

  I yanked the pillow out from under his head. His eyes opened and he gave me a confused look.

  “How could you?” I accused him.

  “How could I what?”

  I smacked him with the pillow. As I lifted it to whack him with it again, he grabbed it from me.

  “What’s going on? What did I do?” he asked.

  “How could you lie to me? You know how I feel about the military. You’re going to the Navy?!”

  “I didn’t lie to you.”

  “Well, you didn’t exactly tell me the truth.”

  “Last night you were so soft and beautiful. Things were going so well between us, I didn’t want to ruin that.”

  “I can’t believe this. I can’t do this. Not when you’re leaving in two weeks for the Navy.”

  “How does that change anything? Whether I’m going to college or to the Navy, I’m still leaving in two weeks.”

  “It changes everything,” I said. “Now all I can think about is where you’re going. What if something happens to you?”

  “I thought we weren’t going to think while we were here. We were just going to let things happen.”

  “Well, I guess I didn’t exactly tell the truth either then.”

  “Can we just forget about it and enjoy the rest of our time here together?”

  He reached out for my hand, but I pulled it away.

  “No, I want to go home now. You’re the last person I want to be here with.”

  “Sierra, can’t we talk about this?”

  I slammed the door to the bedroom and paced the floor in front of the couch. Jagger stepped out of the bedroom, still naked. My eyes soaked in his tight, muscular body and traveled down to his…

  “Put some clothes on,” I snapped as I threw his pants at him.

  “That’s not what you wanted last night.”

  “I don’t want to look at you. I don’t want to see you. Do you have any idea what it was like finding out that my dad had been killed?”