With most of the information I needed at my disposal, I put my side of the plan into action.

Jack was more than happy to come for dinner and wanting to strike while the iron was hot, I invited him that night, praying he would accept.

The doorbell rang, and I rushed out of the kitchen to answer it.

“How are you, my boy?” Jack enquired, as he stepped inside. “Something smells delicious.”

“Very well,” I replied. “Better than I’ve been in a long time, actually.”

I led him into the sitting room.

“Good,” he said, a snide look across his face. “Now all that unfortunate business is over and done with, you can get on with the matter at hand, which brings me to another reason I’m glad of your invite for dinner.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. Your replacement has finally been found and will be here in six weeks.” He couldn’t help but smirk, obviously thinking he’d won. “That means your move to Leeds is set in stone, so you’ll need to set some time aside to visit your new parish and get yourself acquainted there.”

“Why Leeds?” I asked.

“It is not our right to question,” he said, piously. “It is God’s will.”

I nodded. “You are right, my apologies, Bishop.”

He waved his hand. “No need, and call me Jack – after all, you’re like a son to me.”

I was seething inside and wanted to strangle him. The gall of the man. “Would you like a small glass of something, wine perhaps?”

“Red sounds divine, Declan, thank you.”

I hated to admit it, but the resemblance between us was there. I needed no DNA test to tell me who he really was, but irrefutable proof was needed to get him where I wanted him.

“Give me a moment.” I rushed into the kitchen, retrieving the crystal glasses and the bottle of wine. “Will this do?”

“Yes, yes,” he said. “Just a small one for me though, if you please.”

He was so plausible in his performance. How hadn’t I seen it before? He was my father – it was undeniable, and surprisingly nobody had picked up on it before. Well, Mrs Wharton, the lady who lived in the old convent spotted a resemblance, but nobody else had noticed. I was truly baffled but didn’t know what Jack was capable of when trying to cover his tracks. Nothing would surprise me.

I poured the wine and passed him the glass. There would be no loose lips sink ships with the man sat next to me. He was far too clever for that.

“Cheers,” I said, as our glasses touched.

I watched as his lips touched the glass.

Gotcha.

“It was a nice day,” I said to Jake, as he stacked the dishwasher. “I wonder how Declan got on with the Bishop?”

He was shirtless, and I couldn’t stop staring at his flawless body. The tattoos and muscles were driving me wild. I wanted to feel him inside me, but I knew what he would say – the same thing as last night, putting me off until I was fully recovered. Well if he didn’t give me something, I was going to explode.

“I’m sure he has enough smarts to get what he wants from his father.”

He gave me the side eye. “It seems strange knowing Declan’s dad has always been a part of his life.”

“It’s fucked up, not strange.”

“Both our lives were fucked up, Jake. All because of other people’s bad decisions.”

“We’ll get to the bottom of all of it, I swear that to you.”

“I’m lucky you’re on my side,” I said, closing the conversation. “Now enough about my terrible life. I’ve been thinking about something else.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What would that be? If I didn’t already know.”

“A damn good fucking.”

“No chance, Matt.” He looked direct at me. “You know what the doctor said.”

“I know, but doctors aren’t always right, and I need you.” He didn’t know how much I did need him. The internal struggle I felt for both him and Declan was getting harder to deny. Something had to give.

“You are incorrigible, do you know that?”

“If it means you’re going to fuck me, I’ll say yes.”

He laughed. “Dirty fucker.”

I looked down at the lump in his jeans. “See, even Little Jake agrees with me.”

“Less of the little,” he said, unzipping and letting his fat cock fall free. “There’s nothing little about this schmonker.”

“Schmonker!” I said, laughing hysterically. “That’s a new one.”

He dropped his jeans, twisting and I laughed more as his cock slapped about. “You really want it?”

“You know I do, but if you don’t stop doing that, I’m going to get a headache from laughing too much.”

He stood still and to attention. He should have been a porn star.

“Pull out that chair and sit on it,” he directed. I did as he asked. He approached me. “Now, hands behind your back while I do all the work, got it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He liked being called sir, I could tell. His cock stiffened that little bit more.

“Open your mouth.” I did as he ordered. Jake slid his cock into my mouth. He pushed it to the back of my throat and I gagged, forgetting how big it was. I made to move my hands, wanting to wrap my hand around his shaft. “Keep your hands where they are, or no action for you,” he said, his deep voice making my own cock throb. I looked up, part of me enjoying being at his mercy. He pulled his cock slowly in and out of my mouth and breathing through my nose, I deep throated it. He gently held the back of my head as he used my mouth. It lasted only a few minutes, but it satisfied my cravings, I heard him growl and swallowed as he emptied his load down the back of my throat. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and looked down at me. “Feel better?” he asked.

“Loads.” I smirked. “Can I move my hands now, Sir?”

“It’s a good job you’re walking wounded, or I’d fuck you into next week.”

“I’m sat in this chair, and ready to go, so why don’t you make the most of it?” I pointed to my cock. It was rock hard.

“Fuck, Matt, I want to so badly.”

“You can do all the work, remember.”

“As long as you’re sure you can handle it.”

“Sit on it and shut the fuck up,” I said. “I love it when you’re my bitch.”

He didn’t need much convincing as he turned around. I spat on my hand, massaging it onto my solid cock. Lowering himself down, I felt his tight arse clench onto my raw cock. Fuck, that feels good.

“I want you deep inside me, Matt.”

“You’re in charge,” I reminded him,

Slowly he took the whole length of my cock until I was balls deep. I could have shot my load right then. His arse was so warm and tight around my dick. Using his strong, muscular legs, he moved up and down, moaning loudly as my cock opened him up.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he moaned. “That feels so good.”

“Take my big cock, Jake,” I said, enjoying the moment. “I wanna fill you up.”

He built up speed until he was virtually riding me. I wrapped my arms around his waist, feeling his ripped body. Finding his hard nipples, I pulled them hard, just as he liked. He moaned louder.

“Harder,” he begged, so I gave him what he wanted and pinched them. “Yes, you know I like that, horny cunt,” he cried, bouncing faster on my cock.

“I’m gonna cum,” I yelled as he slammed his arse down on my cock, balls deep again. I pinched his nipples as I unloaded in him, listening to him moan as his arse clamped tighter.

“I’m gonna cum too,” he said. I was surprised as he hadn’t even touched his own cock. I felt his arse clamp around me again as he spewed cum all over his own chest and stomach.

He leaned back against me, his head lying between my neck and shoulder. Both of us spent, it was just what I needed. For the first time in weeks, apart from my shaved head, I felt like my old self once more.