Page 357 of Bad for Me

“I haven’t worked like that in a while.” His brow had a smear of brown across it now. Doubted he even knew it was there. “It feels good.”

The twitching intensified. “Yeah. Volunteering always makes me feel like I’m doing something. I can’t stand to sit idle.”

His tinkling laughter echoed around us, a musical sound that twisted my heart in strange ways. I didn’t know how, but after a month of fantasizing about this man, I was in too deep. I had to stop this train before it ran off the tracks.

If there were even tracks to keep it on.

“You know what they say,” he teased, touching my shoulder. “Idle hands are the devil’s work.”

“Yeah, and we don’t want that.”

“No, we do not.” The gentle squeeze of his long fingers gripped my soul as well, stealing the breath from my lungs. I watched as his brows knit together and dropped, twisting his dazzling features in a slight frown. “Are you okay?”

I leaned back a smidge, even as I stepped forward with one hand raised. “You’ve got a little dirt on your–” My face flushed as my fingers brushed the dirt away, his skin warm to the touch. “There. Got it.”

We stood there, staring at each other, his hand on my shoulder and mine falling from his face, for what felt like an eternity, until a passing car horn in the distance shook us awake. I thought I’d be the only one to blush, but his cheeks flushed a delicate share of pink to mirror my own.

“Thanks,” he muttered, dropping his hand to his side. We should probably get these back to the groundskeeper’s shed at the church.” He grunted and lifted the shovels over his shoulder, taking the first step and leading the way back down the path to the parking lot.

I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t a mountain bike. Who’d ever known a priest who rode a bike? “That yours?” I asked casually, gesturing to it pointedly.

“Oh, yeah. I like to avoid using a car when I can.” He set the shovels down and patted the seat lovingly, giving me more impure thoughts to roll around my brain. “Reliable, too, and no gas to fill it up.” His eyes scanned the parking lot, finding the only vehicle in sight–my little, beat-up jalopy. It did the job and might not be pretty, but who cared what it looked like? Transportation was transportation. “That one yours?”

My nod was laced with embarrassment. It was irrational, but when you’re on the spot, it’s hard to fight the feeling that builds in you when you think you’re inadequate. “Uh, yeah. She’s not much to look at, but she gets around.”Kinda like me,I thought sullenly. A giggle escaped me, and I slapped my hand over my lips, hoping he didn’t pry.

Of course, we all knew how well luck and I went hand in hand.

“Something funny?” Those long curs bounced and swayed in the evening breeze as he cocked his head to the side like a fucking dog.

“Inside joke,” I rushed out, grabbing the shovels from his hands. “I’ll take these back since you’re on the bike.” I side-eyed the thing in obvious speculation. “I’m not sure how you got this here on that thing.”

“Very carefully,” he joked back. I damn near swallowed my tongue when he threw a leg over the seat, the fabric of his sweats straining against the muscles beneath.

Grey sweats were all the rage online–men wore them with nothing underneath so that they could show off a‘dick print’or something. And sure, I’d seen a few men in sweats in my life. But none filled them out quite like he did.

And suddenly, as my eyes caught on the very pointed outline of a sizeable appendage beneath them, my body went up in flames as images of what he could use that for filled every corner of my mind.

Fuck.

I wanted him. I wanted his hands on me, his cock inside me, his mouth on my–

“You still with me?”

I blinked rapidly and snapped back to reality, realizing he’d been talking to me while I was fantasizing about his cock.

I bit my lip and nodded pointedly. “Yeah, sorry. What were you saying?”

“I was just saying I’d see you back at the church.” He jerked a thumb over one shoulder, tossing his head in the act. “Unless you’ve got other plans.”

“N-no,” I sputtered, lifting the shovels as I fought not to let the grimace show on my face as my muscles screamed at me for the physical work I’d done all day with no break. “I’ll see you there.”

He pedaled out of the lot as I stuffed the shovels in my trunk, and I waited a few minutes before following him. I didn’t want to beat him there, and I didn’t want to be too late, but I needed a moment to myself.

Sitting behind the wheel, I brought my dirt-stained fingers to my lips and inhaled, closing my eyes as I registered the smell of the earth, moving past it to pick up the scent of sandalwood and leather beneath. I shifted in my seat, my thighs brushing together and reminding me I was halfway through a sexless week and horny as hell for my priest.

What crossed my mind next would certainly send my ass to hell if it existed.

With a groan built from pent-up, repressed lust, I slipped a hand into my pants, brushing over my panties. Their damp fabric felt abrasive and constricting as my fingers glided over their surface, and a moan escaped me as I moved them to the side and shoved two fingers inside myself without preamble.

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