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I glanced up to see Gathe looking at me, and I stood back up so he couldn’t see my screen.

Saylor:

At the house that Bane and Halo live in with some of the other guys.

“The naughty priest?” Gathe asked.

I walked around the sofa and over toward the entrance to the game room.

“I’m gonna say that’s a yes,” Than said.

“Tell him I said he’s got a great ass,” Forge called out.

I kept walking to get away from them. Our plan had been for Gathe to drop me off and let me walk to the rectory at ten tonight. There was nowhere to hide my care safely and it could be spotted at the church parking lot. We didn’t need anyone asking questions.

Jude:

My other meeting was canceled. Any chance you can come now?

Smiling, I walked back into the great room.

Saylor:

Yes. I’ll be there soon.

Gathe was watching me. “You want that ride now, don’t you?”

I nodded. “I’ll make it up to Halo. We can do something another night this weekend.”

Gathe grabbed another chip, scooped up some of the cheesy beef dip, then grabbed his keys off the table. “Come on.”

“See ya, Dimples,” Forge called out.

“I will murder you in your sleep,” I replied.

He said something, and they all started laughing again. I rolled my eyes and followed Gathe outside the door.

I had to use my phone to see through the darkness as I walked down the wooded path that led to the rectory. All the house lights were out, which didn’t help. When I reached the door, it opened. Jude’s hand wrapped around my wrist and tugged me inside, shutting it behind me. The bolt clicked into place, and then his mouth was on mine.

Going up onto my toes, I slipped my fingers into his hair and tangled my tongue with his. The faint taste of whiskey made me smile.

“Mmm,” he hummed as he nipped and then licked my bottom lip. “I’ve needed to do that all day. Sister Mena being at work sucks.”

I giggled as he stepped back, taking my hand and leading me to the sofa. The only light was the moon, which was somewhat shaded behind trees. He sat down, then pulled me onto his lap, straddling him. He slid his hand behind my neck and brought my mouth to his.

“How long do I get to keep you?” he asked, brushing his lips against mine.

“Depends on how long you want me.”

His laugh was dark and sexy. “Dimples, I’d keep you locked away here all the time if I could. What’s the latest you will have a ride?”

“It’s Friday night. They stay up late. Will probably end up goingout. So, three.”

His hands grabbed my butt and rubbed my pussy against his hard length. “I fantasized about you all day. I even sat in the reconciliation booth, listening to confessions while imagining you in there with me, sucking my dick.”

I pressed against him, giving my clit some attention.

“I haven’t sucked your cock yet,” I told him. “How do you know if I’m any good at it?” I teased.

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