Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
An older man my age, with a mean look on his weathered face, and a woman—no, a goddess—walking beside him. She walks with a youthful bounce in her step and an eager lust for life twinkling in two blue pools she calls eyes. A blonde river of perfectly sculpted hair runs down her delicate shoulders, pooling near the small of her back. Every hopping step makes her thick thighs and voluptuous ass bounce.
She’s all smiles from the moment she enters, and even as she takes her seat opposite the angry-looking man, there’s no hint of her happiness dwindling.
One glance and my cock’s throbbing. Another, and it’s knocking on the underside of the counter. From the very first sighting, I was hooked. A moth to a flame. A lamb to the slaughter.
“We’ve been waiting these past two weeks for your arrival,” Debby says to fill my silence. “We’ve missed three Sunday sermons because you haven’t showed. You should be happy old Walt is giving you a wave and not tearing you a new asshole for being a no-show.”
Sunday sermons? What the fuck is she going on about? I can hardly think, let alone play into the old-timer’s bullshit.
My goddess leans forward, elbows digging into the table to speak with the old man in front of her. The action squeezes her tits together, and they’re practically spilling out of her low-cut powder blue top.
Yeah, this isn’t good.
One look at her is all it takes for me to know I’m about to make a terrible mistake. But if any of Debby’s spiritual hoo-ha is real, maybe this is the good Lord above sending me a message. Something along the lines of time to settle down, kid. You’ve done enough living for one lifetime. Take her and run.
“Yes, of course. I’m the new priest. I was hoping no one would recognize me for a while still.” My eyes widen at my own response. “You know, while I get acquainted with this lovely little town of yours.”
What are you doing? Don’t play into this bullshit. You need to get out of here.
I’m not seriously thinking of going through with this, am I? Pretending to be the town savior when I’m in town to hang low because of what I did to those mob goons back in Philly.
“Well, you best be ready for Sunday, or you’re gonna cause riots around town.” Debby waves a gnarled, wrinkled finger in my direction.
Looking over to see her running circles through her hair, with that white-toothed brimming smile, my answer is set in stone. How can I run when the woman of my dreams is sitting two tables over?
The older man stands and makes his way to the end of the counter. She eases back in her chair, and her eyes turn to me. Two giant blue marbles twinkle with warm delight. Her joyful smile twists into a naughty grin, and she raises two fingers to wave.
“Oh, I’ll be ready. Don’t you worry about that,” I say with the tactical precision of a trained liar.
What’s with these people waving at me?
Still, I return a dumbfounded, half-assed wave while I drink in her body. Undressing her layers, piece by piece, in my mind until I’ve sculpted a near-perfect image of her pale, naked body in front of me.
The things I will do to you, pretty girl, would make God blush.
And I can’t wait.
2
VALERIE
Iknew he was different from the moment I saw him. His long, dusty coat and the worn leather fedora atop his head made him stand out like a sore thumb in our little town of Aurora. And from the second I saw Father Reed Murphy, my mind hasn’t let go of him.
Throughout his first service, all I could do was think about the strong hands he waved around while he spoke, latching onto me, digging into my hips, and pulling me into his exquisite frame. Calloused fingertips tickle my smooth, soft skin while the thick piece of meat dangling between his legs grows rock hard and ready to sin.
“It was a good service, but Father Murphy seems to have a different way of doing things. I’m not sure I fully understand it myself,” Bob Hoskins says while he shakes my dad’s hand.
They’re catching up and exchanging notes, gossiping about our new priest like two schoolgirls. It’s cute, if not a tad monotonous. I’ve dealt with it all before. Every newcomer in town catches Mayor Bob’s attention, and he puts my father on the case to do some digging. It makes sense with my dad being Chief of Police, but a prying eye on every new face might send the wrong message to folks wanting a place to settle down.
“Have you seen the state of him? He’s new age. Might be a convert,” Dad replies. “No man with that many scars has been a child of the cloth all his life. But maybe it’s a good thing. We get to see a different side of our faith. See the good Lord’s plan in action.”