Page 13 of Thots and Prayers

“Fuck off, you asshole. You look too much like—” Kansas stopped short and looked toward me for help. I shrugged, unsure of what to do. Constantine’s laughter died away in an instant and he stood. He went to the mirror on the wall and closed his shirt.

“Like my father?” he asked. “I can’t help how the genes worked out. Just like you can’t help yours. I bet it would have worked out better if you came out looking like your dad or brother.”

“Constantine,” I warned, moving to him. “Stop. Both of you.” I looked toward Kansas, who was seething. He was born from an affair, and his dad, being rich, found a way to get him to disappear, by giving him to Constantine’s father. Mr. Foxworth had wanted Kansas to die in that basement with us. But he didn’t.

“I don’t think it’s the clothes necessarily, but the weird sermon you gave earlier didn’t help any.” I tried to joke as I peeled the black dress shirt off his shoulders.

“You liked that?” Constantine relaxed. “I typed some random shit into a Chatbot, and it gave me that.”

“No wonder it made no sense.” Kansas shook his head. “That AI shit just steals from actual writers to come up with gibberish. Your speech made no sense.”

“I know.” Constantine grinned. “Isn’t it funny?” He went to the table, grabbing the bottle of whiskey he’d asked Kansas to buy on the way home. He didn’t want anyone to see the town priest purchasing liquor. He unscrewed the bottle and took a large swig. “They are brainwashed.”

“Constantine,” I scolded but he took another large gulp and put his hand up to interrupt me.

“No, seriously. I can get up there and stand behind that pulpit and say whatever the fuck I want and they’ll just blindly follow. They are my sheep, and I am their shepherd.” He raised his arms and began to fall backward onto the bed. I rushed forward, grabbing the bottle from him just in time.

“All right, enough.” I snapped. “It’s one thing to play the part out there,” I pointed to the door. “But you know how fucking triggering that shit is. I thought it could be fun but you’ve taken it too far.”

“Seriously? Just five minutes ago you wanted to take me in the uniform.” Constantine sat up on his elbows and snickered. “I can fuck you with a knife, kill all your friends, and bathe you in their blood and tissue, but it’s me pretending to be a man of the faith that’s too far?”

“Yes,” Kansas answered from behind him. “Now cut that shit out so we can relax.”

Huffing, Constantine got up and went to the bathroom. “I am showering. Eisley, join me?”

I gave Kansas a warning look and went to join him. We stripped and entered the small shower together. I put the water to a boiling temperature, and Constantine didn’t even wince. He tried to reach around and massage my breasts but I pushed him away. I was tired and just wanted to wash and get into a clean, silk nightgown, and settle in for a movie in-between my men.

Constantine switched from sensual touching to that of getting a job done. He helped wash my hair and my back and I did the same for him, stepping up on my tiptoes to do it. I loved that everything didn’t always lead to sex, but still could be intimate. Sometimes, I felt closer to both men in those ways than simply putting one of them inside me.

When we stepped into the room again, the lights were off and Kansas was under the covers, watching a movie. I dried my hair and put on a black nightie before slipping into the middle, with Constantine on the other side. I cuddled against them both, switching as I needed to be comfortable as we watched The Blob from 1988. Slowly, toward the end of the film, my eyes grew droopy and I rolled over to drift off to sleep on Kansas’s bare chest.

“Hey, I’m sorry, man,” Constantine started then. “I should have stopped when you asked.”

“It’s fine.” Kansas shifted under me. “It’s not like you have a choice right now. You’ll forgive me if I don’t make every mass.”

Constantine chuckled. “Consider yourself forgiven. Although, tonight’s sermon was pretty fun. I enjoyed watching you come as you stared at me, directing all those mindless people. I think we could have some fun with that.”

“How so?”

“Well, they seem to think that you and Eisley are the worst sinners to ever grace this town; and they think I’ve been brought here to save the town and you. Why not play on that a little? I can bring you two up there and we can make a show of it. You can’t be hurt, so there’s no sense in holding back.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Kansas asked.

“I’m talking about corruption. I want to make this town squirm, scream, and cry out in fear of what might just turn them on and give them nightmares simultaneously. I want them to regret ever asking me to be their fucking savior. But I want to do it slow, so that our car is fixed.”

I didn’t hear the rest of their conversation. Sleep took hold then, but I replied in my head.

Giving me nightmares while making me come was my favorite thing about you. Let’s do it.

RULE 8 - CONSTANTINE

HAVE FUN WHEN YOU’RE ON VACATION.

I couldn’t sleep. My mind kept wandering to that god-fucking awful church. It was decent in and of itself. A mid-sized, two-story building. It was clear the town put money into it to upkeep it, but still...

I fucking hated organized religion.

The memories of Eisley taking my cock deep down her throat while I took a man’s confession rattled around in my brain, stirring my cock all night. I eventually got out of bed and sat down at the table to look over the files I’d taken from the former priest’s office. I needed to come up with something better than my first sermon. That was pure luck they didn’t catch on to the fact that I had no idea what I was saying. The town of Ricefield was so desperate for ministry, they didn’t care what I was spewing out of my mouth, so long as the words Lord, Sin, and Pray were thrown in every couple of sentences.

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