Page 54 of Priest

I run a hand over my hair.

I’ve made this harder than it needs to be. I’ve given her some sense of false hope between us — or does she really just want to sleep here? I guess so, since it took all of five seconds before she was sound asleep. She’s probably exhausted from lack of sleep last night and her injuries. The swelling has gone down but she’s now starting to bruise.

I quietly shift, moving so my legs are out of bed and my feet planted on the floor. Tossing a look over my shoulder, I quickly slide my boxer briefs on and head to the bathroom. I take a leak and stare at myself in the mirror for a few moments.

Don’t deny that you like this idea.

I swallow hard.

I like the idea of her being close, but the idea of us together… it evokes something in me that feels forbidden, even though we’re both two consenting adults. I don’t want to do anything while she’s also going through this trauma. She probably doesn't know what she wants, and here I am inviting her into my home and now she’s in my bed.

Those weren’t my intentions.

I push off the sink and head back to bed. She hasn’t moved. She’s curled up, her dark hair strewn across my pillows and cascading down, making her look like some kind of angel. A beautiful angel. One that must be protected at all costs.

I slide, as quietly as I can without waking her, back into bed. I roll onto my back with one arm behind my head. If I thought sleep would come to me before, I was deluding myself about it coming now she’s next to me. Yet, when I feel my eyes starting to close, I don’t fight it. I give in. I let the soft lull of her breathing soothe me into the deepest sleep I’ve had in years.

When I wake, I’m hot.

It’s then I realize there’s a warm body pressed up against me, in my bed. I crack an eye open and I see the back of Bella’s head. Her soft, dark waves smell like coconut shampoo and my dick instantly hardens. I’ve never brought a woman back here. I use the clubhouse for my extracurricular activities.

What’s worse? Her ass is pressed up against my dick and my arm is slung around her.

We’re fucking spooning. She’s ripped off my sweatshirt; the thin fabric of the tank she has on is all that separates our bodies.

This can’t be happening. We were miles away from one another last night, now she’s snuggled up against me and I’ve fucking let it happen. My dick may not be able to be controlled around her, but I certainly can. I begin to slide my arm off her when she moves, brushing her ass against my cock as I let out a silent hiss. I swear I’ve never had a woman make me feel like this since I was in fucking high school and I’d just discovered sex.

I grind my teeth but before I can make my escape, she rolls over to face me. In the process her tank comes loose and one of her nipples peeks out of the top. Holy shit.

My mouth waters at the dark, rosy peak.

When I lift my eyes from her body, I meet her sleepy gaze.

“Morning, Priest.”

I swallow hard. “Mornin’.”

“This is kinda weird, huh?”

I chuckle, feeling a little bashful. “A little.”

She doesn’t even realize she’s flashing me or that my cock is pounding, ready to explode.

“I had a great sleep.”

Funnily enough, so did I. It seems I sleep a lot better when she’s around. “That’s good to hear.”

Should I pull her strap up? Fuck, those tits…

“I should make us some coffee.” She goes to move, then as my eyes flick down for one last look, she realizes. “Oh.” Her gaze lifts again.

“I was goin’ to say somethin’…”

Instead of looking flushed or embarrassed, she doesn’t move to lift her strap. Instead, she stares at me and then says, “Do you like what you see, Priest?”

My eyes meet hers. “We can’t do this.”

“Do you not want me?”

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