Chapter 4

4

VALERIE

H ow can I do this without a care in the world and a grin on my face?

Maybe Dad’s right. Father Murphy could be a convert. A criminal turned priest to save his soul, and here I am, testing his faith harder than anything that’s come before. He hasn’t taken those golden eyes off me since he entered our home. They’re deep, dark pools, burning holes into my skin with the way they scan my body. I can’t help that it’s another hot night, and I get to wear my short shorts and a crop top.

It’s all on display for you, Father, even if it does crumble that iron will of yours.

“It’s a shame Abigail couldn’t make it tonight,” Dad says, running a hand through his peppered brown hair. “It would’ve given Val something to do.”

“Oh, no, don’t mind me.” I smile. Given the options of hanging out with Mayor Bob’s holier-than-thou daughter or leering at Father Reed Murphy, I got the best of my options.

Dad’s words fall on deaf ears to both Bob Hoskins and Father Murphy. Bob’s entire focus is on the screen, where young men throw and kick the ball over the field, and Reed Murphy’s mind is probably exactly where I want his face to be…

Between my thighs.

“And anyway, I’ve got duties to handle. The salad and sides aren’t going to make themselves.” I jump out of my chair and shuffle past my dad, Bob, and two of his buddies from the force.

“Can I give you a hand in the kitchen?” Reed gets up and follows me toward the kitchen without waiting for an answer.

“You’re choosing kitchen duty over the game?” Dad asks, almost dumbfounded that someone wouldn’t enjoy America’s national pastime.

“Baseball and ice hockey are where it’s at for me,” Reed says. “I grew up on the Canadian border, you see.”

“Then, by all means…” Dad shakes his can in the air, and the last few drops splash against the sides. “Mind fetching another while you’re up?”

“Not at all. I’ll bring a round for the table.”

“There he is,” Phil Montague, the youngest of Dad’s friends, says. He shoots Father Murphy with finger guns, and the two of us slip into the kitchen.

Reed stops at the kitchen island and rests his palms flat on it. His golden eyes drink me in the same way he downed a chalice full of communion wine. Longing, desperate, hungry.

Damn, he’s handsome. Blue jeans and a black shirt fit him better than pastoral robes and white collars.

“I hope you haven’t forgotten what I told you.” He breaks away from the counter and opens the fridge, grabbing a ring pack of beers. He pulls one out for himself and sets it on the counter.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that tongue of yours since the booth.” We’re talking casually, as if it’s another normal chat about the weather. I’m preparing knives and the chopping board while he fetches booze. It almost feels…normal.

I don’t even blush at the thought anymore. His reciprocation in God’s temple was enough for me to know we’re two different bodies that share a single mind.

“Then take off your pants and panties, kick them aside, and spread your legs. I’m eating something tonight, and it sure as shit isn’t going to be poorly barbecued meat.” Reed’s tone is firm. Commanding.

Yup, I was wrong. I don’t blush at my own silly thoughts, but hearing someone demand something so vulgar sends me over the edge.

“Hurry back,” I say. If it were different circumstances, I’d put on some cutesy voice. I’d whine, act out, and play my own sexual games. But I can’t. Neither of us can. Our words need to sound like mumbles in the kitchen so no one catches on to what we’re up to.

No matter how badly I want to break him, the way I know he’s going to break me.

Reed slips out of the kitchen, and the boys cheer him on, calling him a Saint and joking about how Reed’s their real savior. Pretty fucked up if you ask me. They’re not teasing him, necessarily, but they sure aren’t giving him his due respect as the leader of our faith. Then again, I’ve believed for years that my daddy is the only one who goes to church with a pure heart. The rest of them, the mayor especially, are there for social credit.

While Reed’s away, I move the chopping board to the island for a better view of the door. I grab cucumbers, baby tomatoes, and various other ingredients from the fridge, setting them in a neat row with our sharpest knife beside them. Finally, I undo the top button of my pants and hook my thumbs into the waistbands of both the shorts and my panties before sinking them to the ground.

Even the motion of the fabric pulling away from my wetness sends electric pulses tingling through my body. Overeager and deeply excited for what’s about to come.

Reed returns with a dastardly grin. “Were you a good girl while I was away?”

I take a step back to show him I’m naked, and his jaw nearly drops through the floor. “My God, you’re a hellcat, aren’t you?”

A hellcat. I like that.

I sink my teeth into my lower lip and nod. I get back to my station, pick up the knife, and start cutting the hard stems of the lettuce away.

Reed grabs his beer, walks over to me, and hovers dangerously close while he further inspects what he demanded. He cracks the can open with one hand while the other finds a comfortable place on my ass. A rumbling groan bellows inside his massive chest as he squeezes my flesh.

“You understand that I’m going to destroy you, right?” Reed asks, but the rhetorics aren’t lost on me. I don’t have a choice, even if I wanted to stop him. I’ve awoken the beast, the demon, buried deep inside, and I have to face the consequences.

My heart flutters at the thought. Aren’t I just the luckiest?

“So, Father Murphy, you don’t strike me as the salad-eating type. Looks to me like you’re on a full diet of protein and malt whiskey.” I stop cutting and press a finger into the grooves of his washboard abs.

“Please call me Reed,” he says, setting his beer can down and placing the second hand on my other ass cheek before taking a step behind me. “Shouldn’t remind me of what I should be doing instead of this.”

In a swift move, he spreads my cheeks, exposing my holes, and the rumble I heard earlier turns into a growl trapped in the back of his throat.

“Oh, of course,” I moan. His touch hasn’t even breached my intimate areas, but the sensations drive me wild. “Reed it is.”

He steps closer, pressing his cock against me. It’s thick, hard, and nestles between my cheeks. Reed can’t help himself this time, as hard as he tries, the rolling groan hits my ear and sends a shiver down my spine.

I’ve got you right where I want you. And there’s nothing you can do about it.

“But don’t be down-hearted with what you’re doing here, Fath—Reed. You’re doing your duties and delivering punishment.” I wriggle my ass against his girthy member, and his knees buckle. He stops himself from falling with the counter behind him. I coo my next sentence in a sultry whisper. “And I’ve been a bad, bad girl.”

Reed’s breathing deepens, and his enormous frame returns behind me. I don’t have to see it to feel his overwhelming stature engulf me. His hands wrap around my midsection, pushing me forward until I’m half bent over the kitchen island, with tomatoes, cucumber, and other salad ingredients rolling across the counter.

“Then get over here,” he whispers in a dark, husky tone. He drops to the ground, shaking the very earth on which we stand before his hands return to my cheeks.

Once more, they break apart my skin, exposing my holes. A lustful, hungry moan escapes Reed before he buries his face into my legs. He starts with kisses, almost soft, almost caressing, but even with his attempts at gentleness, I can feel the burning desire. He’s fighting against the beast within, and the monster is winning.

His lightly stubbled face tickles the backside of my thighs while his mouth moves freely across the bare flesh. Between kisses, he sinks his teeth into me, gnawing at my flesh as his head ascends ever higher to my soaking core.

“I’m not going to waste a drop,” Reed mutters to himself as he laps at the first drops of my wetness with the pad of his tongue.

Every action he takes, the forceful nature of his wants, sends me into a wild overdrive. I press my ass back and into his face, smothering him with what he oh so desperately desires. But I’m not the only one falling off the edge. The closer Reed gets, the more reckless he becomes. Gentle licks and nibbles turn into long strokes of his tongue, drinking every drop of me, with harder bites that will definitely leave a bruise. Even his grip on my ass tightens until my skin won’t stretch any further, and my nakedness is fully bare for him.

Then he does it. Without warning, his tongue meets my folds and glides straight through them, penetrating me. One hand releases my ass and slides to the front of my body, where it haphazardly finds my clit to rotate the circles with ever-increasing intensity. My legs turn to jelly. I’m on the verge of crumbling to the ground, but Reed doesn’t let me. His massive arms are my anchor, holding me in place while he does whatever the hell he wants to me.

I bite down on my inner cheek to ensure not even a squeak dares leave my mouth. I fear I won’t be able to stop myself if I start.

“You taste so fucking sweet,” Reed mutters against my skin.

Mounting pressure forms a fiery pit in my core, and the words send it over the top. The second I felt him touch me, I was in for a treat, but how could I have known it would be this hot? This intense?

He slides the hand away from my clit, but it’s not left alone long before his mouth slithers over me. There’s no delicacy in Reed’s actions. A single lick is all he gives it before sucking my nub into his lips. The pressure is followed by quick, sharp flicks of the tongue, and an overwhelming blast of pleasure resonates throughout my entire body.

“That feels so good, don’t stop,” I whimper. I want to say more, but every word has the possibility of being followed up by a loud moan, and I have to still myself.

Reed listens, continuing whatever magic he’s enacting down below. While his mouth works wonders on my clit, the hand that moments ago rubbed it finds its way to my entrance. He glides it between my folds, getting it soaked, and I can’t stop the giddy chuckle tearing from my lips. With another deep suck, he slides his finger inside of me and doesn’t stop until his knuckle hits my outer walls.

His hand starts to move again, this time pulling in and out in long, slow motions. The fiery pit in my belly turns to an intense pressure, gripping at my core and yearning to be released. Each thrust of Reed’s hand brings me closer to the edge.

“Are you close?” Reed asks.

“Uh-huh.” It’s all I can manage to get out between my short breaths.

“Then cum for me. Cum on my face.” Intensity drips off his words.

And that’s all it takes for the pressure to release. Pleasure bursts from my core and stretches through every fiber of my being. Everywhere the radiant warmth touches leaves goosebumps in its wake, and my body finally collapses underneath me from the overwhelming orgasm that ripped through me.

Reed catches me before I hit the floor, muttering that he isn’t finished yet. Before he releases me in full, he uses the pad of his tongue to lap up whatever juices managed to escape.

“I said I want every last drop, and I’m going to have it,” he snarls. It should sound silly, but hearing him say those words is so fucking hot.

When he finishes, Reed lifts my panties, then my shorts, and does the button for me. He uses the back of his wrist to dry his face before standing upright again.

I turn to face him, only to find he hasn’t moved and I’m staring into his chest. I look up at him through a hooded gaze, and a satisfied smile has taken over his face.

“Did you enjoy it?” he asks.

I open my mouth to speak, but he doesn’t allow me to. He wraps a hand behind my neck and pulls me into a kiss. Our first kiss. I can still taste myself on him, and if my legs were struggling to support me before, they’re even weaker now. He has to hold me up while our tongues dance their own passionate dance.

It might be wrong— even worse now, having tested Reed’s faith and broken it—but I know this is the right decision.

“Are you ready to go back to the football game?” he asks when he breaks our kiss. He takes a step back, distancing himself from me on the off-chance someone walks in.

No wonder he was so happy to take the drinks out. No one would need another while he was busy.

“Fuck the football game,” I blush at my own cursing. “I want to feel you inside me.”

Reed’s dashing smile is replaced by a wicked one. “Oh, you will. And you’ll never be the same again afterward.” He leans in close for the next part. “Because I’m going to destroy you, pretty little thing. And you’re going to love being broken.”

Without another word, Reed grabs the knife and starts dicing the cucumber into thick chunks.

And I’m left floating in wonderland, with more delighted thoughts of what’s to come.