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.
“Wow…” she breathes in appreciation.
“What?”
“That chest. I mean…” she trails off her and her eyes drop to my lower abs. “I didn’t realize you were inked everywhere. You mean to tell me the good boy preacher was hiding all this underneath his clothes?”
I shrug as I pop the button on my jeans. “I’m not inked everywhere.”
She licks her lips which makes my cock jolt in my pants. “Prove it.”
With my eyes glued to her pretty mouth, I unzip my jeans and let them fall to the floor. When I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my black boxers, she bites on her plump pink lip. I push the material down my thighs and revel in the whine that escapes her. Her blue eyes are flickering with lust the moment my thick cock bobs out. I reach for a condom on the nightstand and tear the foil before sheathing myself with the rubber.
“You’re not tattooed there,” she observes.
“You’re not tattooed anywhere.”
Her eyes that were flaming with desire dim suddenly and she looks away. The emotion is so brief that if I didn’t pay attention to every blink, every breath she takes, I’d have missed it. I pounce on her and lay her back with my body covering hers. My cock aches pressed against her but my heart aches more.
I want to know every time she’s sad. Just like I want to know each time she’s happy.
“What is it?” I murmur, my mouth pressing soft kisses along her jawline to her ear. “Where’d you go just then?”
She lets out a heavy sigh. “I can’t get anything past you.” Her voice is almost ashamed. “It’s nothing.”
I suck on her earlobe and then breathe against her ear. “It was something. Tell me, Lace. Tell me everything.”
Her fingers slide up my shoulders and up my neck to my hair. I love when she clings to me as though she’ll die if I were to leave. I’m not going anywhere.
“I want one but you’ll probably think it’s stupid,” she whispers.
I spread her thighs apart and settle my body against hers. I grip her jaw and stare down at her. “I never think you’re stupid, honey. You’re the smartest girl I know.”
She laughs and then her blue eyes meet mine, her brows pinched together. “I want to get one. A pair of angel wings to signify the angel I lost.”
I kiss her mouth. “I don’t think that’s stupid at all. In fact, I’ll take you to get it done when you turn eighteen.”
“Really?”
“Really.” I nip at her bottom lip. “Now stop holding things in around me. Let them out and let me carry your burdens with you.”
She whimpers when I start rubbing against her. My cock slides up between the lips of her pussy teasing her.
“Easton…”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I need you.”
“Like this?” I push into her with one hard thrust that has her screaming. I love her screams. Now that I’ve had one, I want to pull many, many more from her.
“Yes,” she moans. “Just like that.”
Our mouths crash together as I piston against her. Her heels dig into my ass and her fingernails claw the hell out of my shoulders. Being inside of her is the best feeling I’ve had in my entire life. Nothing else matters but her. Her body is tight and responsive. Mine.
“Fuck,” I hiss against her mouth. “Holy fuck.”
She giggles and I take the opportunity to strike at her neck with my teeth. I bite at the flesh and groan when her pussy clenches around me each time I do it. My sweet girl likes it a little rough. I suck on the flesh before biting hard enough to make her beg me to stop.
I won’t stop.
I can’t stop.
All I can do is devour her. Every decadent inch. I give her a reprieve from the biting and suckle her earlobe as I drive brutally into her. It’s been so long since I’ve touched a woman that being with Lacy feels like heaven. It goes against everything I’ve been taught in The Bible but I can’t seem to care. She’s innocent and perfect—being with her is like being with an angel. It can’t be wrong because it feels too right.
Her breathing is sharp and uneven. I don’t know if she’s close to coming but I want her unraveling beneath me when I get ready to climax. I slide my hand between us and massage her hot clit. Each time I slide in and out of her, my fingertips brush along my dick. Her moans get louder until she’s right on the cusp. She seems to hold her breath and go silent for a beat before she jolts beneath me. My eyes snap shut as my nuts seize up with my orgasm. I throb out my release with a string of curse words tumbling from my lips. When I finally collapse on her, she starts giggling again.
“Your mouth gets dirty in the heat of the moment.”
I growl. “When I’m inside you, I lose my mind.”
She hugs me and kisses my sweaty hair. “Good. The feeling is mutual. Now when can I clean my dirty preacher boy up?”
I grope her tit and lift up to grin at her. “Don’t let the water and soap fool you. I can defile you just as easily in there.”
Pulling away from her, I tug off the used condom and dispose of it. Once the water is turned on in the bathroom, I saunter back out to find her sitting on the edge of the bed looking like a picture of innocence. Her golden waves hang in front of her tits hiding them from me and her legs are primly crossed at the ankle. She wears an expression that alludes to the exact opposite of getting drilled in her tight pussy by her preacher who’s old enough to be her father.
“Come here, honey,” I growl as I snag her wrist.
She’s all smiles as I pull her to her feet. Her arms encircle the back of my neck and she stares up at me with such a strong emotion that I’m nearly knocked over by it. I slide my hands to her ass and lift her. She hooks her silky legs around my waist. Having her open and ready again has my eager cock waking right up. It bobs against her ass as I walk with her to the shower. As soon as I step under the spray and jerk the curtain closed, our mouths fuse together. I can’t seem to get enough of her and it’s as though the feeling is mutual on her end. Our tongues slide against each other in a desperate way.
“You’re mine,” I murmur against her mouth as the hot water rains down on us. I don’t know why I feel the urge to state this so often but it’s truth. She’s mine and nothing will come between us. I won’t let it, dammit.
“Yes,” she agrees. “Yours.”
I squeeze her ass to pull her away from me and then I push my thickness deep inside her with one hard thrust. She squeals into my mouth but then she gets on the same page as me and her body rocks against mine. I pin her to the cold tile wall for leverage so I can drive harder into her. Over and over again, I hammer into her because she’s mine.
“Easton!” she cries out. “Oh, God!”
We’re a tangled mess of wet limbs and bumping teeth. The slapping of our flesh and our feral sounds creates a song I could listen to on repeat. I keep her upright between the wall and my one hand on her ass but use my free hand to massage her sensitive clit. She whimpers and begs and then she’s coming. Hard and without a care in the world. Her head tilts back and she wails, baring her beautiful throat to me. I latch onto her creamy neck and then I’m coming too.
Thrust.
Thrust.
Thrust.
And then, dammit, I’m pulling out and spending the rest of my climax against her taut stomach between us. Neither of us say a word. She just clutches onto me tightly and buries her face against my neck. I pull her from the wall when she shivers and back under the hot spray where I simply hold her until the water runs cold.