Page 105 of Rather: The Therapist

Lake Foster kissed the piece I was saying goodbye to. It smacked the water and began to sink instantly. With it now a thing of the past, I got back into the car and was headed for my next destination. Though it wasn’t home, it felt like it.

Twelve minutes into my trip and I was back on foot, putting distance between me and the Kia that would be repainted with a new plate by the week’s end. The quiet street was lined with homes that were all grand in stature but were all incredibly different. The personality of their owners were showcased by their structure, manicured lawns, vehicles of choice, lighting, and decor.

The lights along the lawn glowed as I treaded up the driveway and onto the walkway. I was aware that my presence was prohibited. I was aware that I was crossing lines clearly drawn. I was aware that I was breaking a promise I’d made. I was aware that I was disrupting the comfort I promised to keep.

But, I wasn’t in control of my thoughts, my body, or the insatiable appetite I was developing. My lack of containment led to my fist pounding against the frosted glass, demanding the presence that would put me at peace. I was still in the depths of hell, having an outer body experience and I needed to be pulled to shore. I needed to rejoin society and be hit with a dose of reality. A dose of her.

The door swung open seconds later. The tiger-stripped Baretta pointed at my chest made my dick stand. I knew for a fact the woman behind it wouldn’t hesitate to shoot.

“Priest,” Rather sighed, lowering her weapon.

The short dress she wore clung to her. Jealousy sprouted and blossomed simultaneously. I’d never envied fabric more than I did at the moment. I’d never wanted to be a piece of it more than I wanted to be tonight.

“What are you doing here?”

“Where are you headed, Rather?”

“To mee– I’m supposed to be meeting Kofi at– Orchid. Priest. What are you do–”

I pushed forward, taking her body with me. My hands fit perfectly around her small waist.

“What are you doing he– I have to g–”

“You’re not going any fucking where.”

I removed her piece and placed it on the console table near the door. Rather was gorgeous in all black. Her beauty was unfathomable. Those heels were high, just like I liked them. And, I would take her in them. Still attached to those pretty toes and those legs I needed in the air or bent over the massive staircase that reminded me of one of the three in my home.

Shit, Rose.

Her breath hiked, lifting her chest as I obliterated the distance between us. She was near yet she was too far.

“Priest–” she begged, “You’re breaking you– your promise.”

“Because you made me,” I admitted, “Getting you out of my head is easier said than done. Tonight, I don’t have the strength.”

I lifted her up against the wall, looking into those brown eyes that were reeling me from the pit I’d fallen into.

“You weaken me.”

The confession left me vulnerable. Open. Exposed.

Her forehead leaned into mine. Her lips caressed mine as I pushed her dress up and her thong aside.

“You weaken me,” she professed against my lips, “To the core.”

I entered her mouth with my tongue. Our time at The Mansion would never suffice. I wanted her more. Needed her more. Not just her body, but her mind and that pure heart of hers. At my side. In my bed. In my kitchen. In my shower. In my world, not only in the one we’d created between those few walls in PS102.

Fuck.

“It’s pathetic,” she whined.

“It’s beautiful, Rose.”

I entered her.

No glove.

No regrets.

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