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  “This is really nice, Lace.” And it is. Not only is it emotional and powerful but it’s well-written too. Her handwriting is neat and I can tell she took great care in writing this story. “Are you going to finish it?”

  She takes the book from me and nods. “I started it after you and I met that first time. I wanted to honor Mikey doing something I love.”

  “I didn’t know you liked writing,” I admit. It’s another piece of her that she has shielded from the outside world.

  “Mom says you can’t make a living writing,” she says with a laugh.

  I shrug. “I don’t know. I read some pretty stupid books while in prison. They weren’t half as good as this.”

  Her cheeks turn pink and she gives me a shy smile. “Really?”

  The self-doubt she carries around with her like a mountain of armor is something I want to help her drop. She’s beautiful and smart and funny. There should never be any doubt whatsoever about her talents.

  “Really.” I slide my palm to her throat and run my thumb along her jaw. “I’m going to kiss you now.”

  She laughs as my lips connect with hers. The kiss is playful and flirty at first. But soon, our tongues are dueling for control. I grab her narrow hips and drag her into my lap. She straddles my thighs while my palms grip her bottom. The way she grinds against me has me needing more from her. My palms slide up under her shirt and I’m met with bare flesh.

  “Lacy,” I growl. “Where are your panties?”

  She moans against my mouth. “Last time they were in the way. I didn’t want them in the way this time.”

  With this girl, all sanity is gone. I’m betraying my oath to live as sin free as possible and instead turning all that off to be with her. I’m not strong at all. I’m weak. I’m also a convicted felon with a rap sheet a mile long. Just because I’m a preacher and friends with the sheriff doesn’t mean I should be flirting with the law and chasing what’s illegal.

  And yet, I want her.

  In this bedroom, just the two of us, it’s easy to forget that there are rules that prevent two people like us from being together.

  “God, you’re beautiful,” I murmur against her plump lips. “So tempting and perfect.”

  She whimpers when I squeeze her ass. I want to touch her—all of her.

  “This shirt has to go,” I snarl a little harshly. I grip the bottom and pull away to stare at her blazing blue eyes. “I’m going to take this off and touch you. If you don’t want that, now’s the time to tell me, vixen.”

  She bites on her bottom lip and nods. “I want you to touch me.”

  The sounds coming from me are feral and animalistic. My morals have taken a back seat as this starved man attempts to devour this young woman. I pull her shirt away from her body and toss it away. Fat, juicy tits stare me in the face. Her nipples are hard little stones, the softest pink I’ve ever seen.

  “Just look at you, dammit,” I growl. “An angel.”

  She looks down between us and a smile plays on her lips. “I could get on my knees—” A shriek rips from her when I flip us around and lie her on her back on the bed. With her legs spread, I’m able to control the friction between us.

  “I like you beneath me for the time being. You can get on your knees later,” I murmur as my lips find her throat. A low moan purrs from her as I suck on her flesh.

  Lord, forgive me for what I’m about to do.

  “Are we going to have sex?” she asks, her voice breathless.

  “Right now we’re just kissing,” I growl and nip at her skin. “Don’t rush me, vixen.”

  I bite her and kiss her slowly down her neck to her collarbone. The moans coming from her are loud and ragged. I’ve barely touched her. I bet she’s a screamer. My cock strains against my jeans at the thought of her shouting my name in ecstasy.

  When my mouth begins kissing the top of her breast, she squirms. Her movements get wilder the moment I latch on to her nipple. I suck hard enough to make her cry out and then I lazily tease the flesh to calm it down.

  “These nipples taste delicious as hell, Lacy.”

  She grips at my hair. “You’re teasing me.”

  I meet her gaze as I pull her nipple between my teeth and tug. I pull hard enough to make her cry out before letting go. “Teasing is half the fun.”

  Slowly, I kiss and suck her sweet skin down her tight stomach past her belly button. When I reach her pubic bone that’s been shaved bare, I growl against her flesh. “I like this. I like this a helluva lot.”

  She doesn’t have a chance to respond because then my mouth is on her. Damn is she ever sweet. Her clit is hot against my tongue and I’m about to make it burn. Slowly, I rub circles around it as I tease the opening of her pussy with the tip of my finger. My little vixen is dripping with need. I love how wet she gets for me. It makes me want to bury my nose against her clit and drive my tongue deep inside her to lick it all away.

  “Oh, God,” she moans. “Oh, God.”

  I suck her clit into my mouth as I push my finger into her tight hole. Her body lifts from the bed as she screams. My cock is throbbing almost painfully with the thought of driving deep inside of her. I’ve been with few women since my release but none have had such a ripe body as Lacy has.

  “My cock is going to feel even better stretching your pretty pussy out, Lace,” I murmur before nipping at her clit.

  She cries out and thrashes and then my sweet girl is coming hard. As though she’s possessed by the devil, she convulses with jerky movements. Her pussy clamps tight around my finger and I know she’s going to feel so damn good when I come inside of her. Juice runs from her body and my finger makes a slurping sound as it slides in and out of her. When she’s done losing her mind, I suck on her tender clit once more before pulling away.

  I stare at her for a long moment as I slip my finger from inside her. Her cheeks are rosy red and her throat matches the color. Wild blonde hair is in messy tangles around her. And the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen regard me with wonder beneath her thick, black lashes. I roam my gaze over the swells of her perfect young tits down to the pussy I just devoured. I’m admiring the way her sex glistens in the overhead light when I hear her sniffle.

  Jerking my gaze up to her face, I’m confused to see her lip trembling. I practically pounce on her and cradle her cheek with my palm. Tears well like tiny blue lakes ready to spill past their dams.

  “What’s wrong, baby?” I press a kiss to her nose that’s now pink. “Did I hurt you?”

  A sob escapes her and she shakes her head. “N-No. It was perfect. Nobody…I mean…”

  I kiss her mouth before frowning at her. “Nobody what?”

  Glassy tears slide down her temples like a waterfall. “Nobody has ever pleasured me before. And they’ve certainly never looked at me the way you just did…as though I’m perfect and beautiful and desired.”

  I stare at her as I study her gorgeous features. Lacy is beautiful inside and out. She deserves someone who will be good to her all the time. I want to be that man, despite the timing. I want her to know how she should be treated. With adoration and respect.

  “You’re all those things and more. Those other guys were assholes,” I growl.

  She laughs and runs her fingers through my hair. “I was so giving. I…” Another tear slips out as shame dances across her face. “I was a skank.”

  I scowl. “You weren’t a skank.”

  She swallows. “I’m embarrassed for you to know how many boys I fooled around with.”

  “I’ll kill them all.” I’m only half joking.

  Her lips curl up into a smile. “I only ever slept with Sean though. But…”

  I press my thumb to her lips. “I don’t care if you gave everyone at your school a blow job. People can change, Lace. You’ve changed. Life threw some pretty hard stuff at you and you survived. Here you are living—and doing one helluva good job at it I might add. Stop beating yourself up over your past and start living for your future.”

 
She pulls me closer and our mouths meet again. I devour her in a desperate way. This girl does things to my mind—things no other woman has before. Our relationship isn’t right, I know this. I’m supposed to be guiding her through her rough times, not guiding my dick roughly into her. I need to be the adult. The responsible one. The Godly one. And yet…I don’t want to, dammit. I want to claim her and worship her. I want to throw everything away for a few stolen moments with her.

  “Easton,” she whimpers. “I need you.”

  I tear away from her mouth that is red and swollen from my attack. Christ, she looks hot with my mark on her. I growl as I fumble with unfastening my jeans. They get shoved down my hips but before I can get my boxers down, the craving to kiss her mouth wins out. I pounce on her again and our lips connect as though they were made to fuse together one day. But now without my jeans in the way, I can feel every curve of her wet pussy through my boxers. We both groan at how good it feels.

  “Take them off,” she begs. “I need you inside me.”

  I’m dizzied with desire and desperate to push my cock inside of her. “The pill. Tell me you’re on the pill.”

  She whimpers. “No. I’ve never been able to take the pill or any birth control for that matter. I get sick from them.” Her blue eyes are wild and frantic. “Tell me you have condoms.”

  I close my eyes. A slew of curse words are barely contained in my mouth. “No. I’m not exactly sleeping around with anyone and haven’t been for a while.”

  “Nooo,” she whines. “No.”

  I laugh against her lips. “This is messed up.”

  “Completely,” she agrees.

  “I guess I’ll just have to make you come again like this,” I breathe against her mouth. I rock against her in a way that makes her moan.

  “Yes,” she chokes out. “Just like that.”

  With each stroke against her, my boxers slide further down my hips. The tip of my cock touches her flesh causing us to both hiss out air.

  “Rub it against me, Preach. Without your stupid boxers in the way. You can come on my stomach,” she says, her tone desperate.

  She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I shove my boxers down my thighs and free my throbbing dick. When I slide it against her clit, we both make strangled sounds of pleasure.

  “T-That feels good,” she cries out. “Don’t stop.”

  I thrust against her slowly, careful to run my length between the lips of her pussy along her clit. I’m dying to slip it lower and push inside her but I know myself. I wouldn’t stop. I’d drive into her until I came all up inside her. That would screw both our lives up in an instant.

  “You’re worth it,” I grunt out as I buck against her. My teeth tug at her bottom lip. “You’re worth whatever consequences come after this. Worth straying from my calling.” I bite her lip again. “You’re mine, Lace. Not that kid from church. Not the asshole who hurt you. Mine.”

  My words send her over the edge and she shatters beneath me. The way she shudders without any control to her movements is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. With a roar, I spill my seed all over her lower stomach. My sticky cum soaks her and the bed below her as it runs down her sides.

  One day I’m going to come inside of her.

  The thought is feral and possessive. I don’t know what to make of it. What I do know is that I want that. I want to spread her apart and mark her from the inside. The very thought of anyone touching her ever again is enough to make me want to kill every asshole who she comes in contact with.

  I want her to come home with me.

  Now.

  “Lace—”

  Her phone starts buzzing and her eyes widen. “Oh, crap! What time is it?”

  “Almost ten,” I say after a quick look at my watch.

  “Oh, God. That’s Mom. They’re probably on their way home,” she squeaks.

  I roll off her and watch her tiny ass jiggle as she scrambles to answer her phone. Her cheeks are bright red and my cum runs down the crease of her pussy. Damn, she’s hot.

  “Hey, Mom,” she chirps. “Oh. Ohhh. Umm…” She waves at me and her eyes are panicked. “I like Rocky Road. Cherry Garcia is my fave though. No, you don’t have to turn back. Mom…Mom.”

  She mouths to me. You need to leave.

  Disappointment that matches the look on her face ripples through me. I slide off the bed and tuck my flaccid, wet cock back into my boxers and jeans. She’s chattering to her mom as she tries to turn her sweatshirt inside out to put back on. I take it from her and fix it.

  “See you in a few. Bye.”

  She hangs up and yanks the shirt over her head. “Oh, God. I’m so sorry. They are at the corner store not far away picking up some pints of ice cream. She’ll be here any minute. I can’t believe I lost track of time.” Her bottom lip juts out and I know I need it. Stalking over to her, I grab her jaw in my grip and kiss her hard. When she’s calm and breathless, I pull away.

  “Tomorrow. We continue this tomorrow.”

  I’ve never seen her smile more beautifully.

  I’m still high from last night. Easton was in my room and we were together. It was so much more than anything I ever had with Sean. For one, Easton is attuned to my feelings and mood. He’s not simply trying to get in my pants but he honestly likes me. When he’d gone down on me, I nearly lost my mind. I’d never experienced anything quite like it.

  “You’re in a daze there, sweetheart,” Mom says as she parks the car in front of the church. “Everything okay?”

  I was frantic and flustered when she got home last night. Easton had barely driven off when they passed each other on the road. It was too close of a call for my liking. I love my mom and she’s pretty cool but something tells me she’d flip out if she caught my preacher licking my pussy.

  “It’s fine. I’ll sort it all out with Pastor McAvoy this morning,” I tell her. At least I don’t have to lie.

  She takes my hand and kisses the back. “I love you, Lacy Lou. You know you can talk to your momma about anything. Anything.” Her eyes flicker in a knowing way. It makes me wonder if Lydia said anything to her. Easton and I haven’t had sex yet so there’s technically nothing to talk about.

  “Thanks, Mom. I love you too. When there’s something to talk about, you’ll be the first to know.”

  Her shoulders relax. “Okay. Just be careful. You’ve been through a lot.”

  I tear my gaze from hers because my mind drifts to Mikey and I don’t want to cry in front of her. Easton isn’t at the church yet but two cars are in the parking lot—Bobby and Lucinda. Waiting in his office is better than Mom probing about me wanting to have sex with my preacher.

  “Bye, Mom. I’ll see you later for dinner,” I chirp, my tone slightly fake.

  She grumbles. “Actually, I have to cancel. Kimmie and I are driving out to your grandparents’ house. We’re going to stay the night and pack up their things. She found a nice mobile home to stay in near the house and she has an interview with Moon Wok. I’m just helping her get her life sorted a bit and then it’ll be just us again, kiddo.”

  “Okay,” I tell her as we hug. “I’m looking forward to some pedicures without Aunt Kimmie giving me a play-by-play on how to hook a sugar daddy.”

  Mom chuckles as we part. “Whatever advice Kimmie gives you, do the exact opposite.”

  “Deal.”

  I climb out of the car and wave to her as she drives off. I’m just starting for the door when Bobby comes out. Bobby isn’t much older than me. I’ve learned from Easton that he graduated two years before me. Bobby had a scholarship to play football but then ruined it all by drinking and driving. The accident landed him wrapped around a pole. Luckily no one else was involved. But it did give him a head injury and he’s not been the same ever since. Kind of spacy. Sometimes a wee bit creepy. Normal people don’t stare and if they are staring, they look away when caught.

  Bobby just stares blatantly.

  Always.

  It makes me think of how Lydia warned
me about both him and his brother.

  I look down at the sexy but sweet pale yellow dress I wore and silently curse myself. I’d worn it for Easton but I didn’t consider that Bobby would get an eyeful too. And like the creep he is, he stares at me as he drags a rolling trashcan toward the dumpster—even craning his neck over his shoulder to check me out.

  After giving him an awkward wave, I hurry over to the church doors. When I turn the handle, it doesn’t open. I’m just swiveling to ask Bobby to let me in, when I hear footsteps come up on me. He’s within inches from me which means he ran all the way over here. I let out a squeak of surprise and my ass bumps against the door.

  “Hey, Lashey.” He has a lisp too. I’m not sure if it was from complications of the accident or part of the head injury.

  “Hey, Bobby. Can you let me in?”

  His eyes scan over my face and he stares at my mouth. I can smell coffee on his breath. My inclination is to shove him away from me but I know he’s different so I try not to panic. “You’re pwetty,” he says in adoration. “My brover thinks so too.”

  I give him a polite smile. My heart races when I hear the loud rumble of a familiar motorcycle. Bobby stands in my space and doesn’t make any moves to step away. It isn’t until the engine of the bike is cut off and two hands grip his shoulders that he moves. And that’s because Easton physically guides him away from me.

  “What are you two kids up to?” Easton asks, his tone playful. But since I know him well, I pick up on the edge in his voice.

  “Lashey is pwetty and got locked ousside.”

  Easton grunts. “And you were just going to let this pretty lady stand out here all day?”

  Bobby frowns but I wave it off. “It’s fine. I’m feeling a little hot though. Can we go inside for our session?”