Page 82 of Bad for Me

Of them all, she’d probably be the most horrified. After all, she was the one who pushed me to marry Matt.

Pastor Dean had helped many people in our community—displaced teens, divorced husbands and wives. He had an open-door policy with all his parishioners and even opened his own home to them.

Could I trust him, though? Would he merely guide me out of this confusing spot I was in? Or would he judge me, force me to repent and atone?

Whatever the answer was, I needed to talk to someone, and he was the only person I could even imagine speaking these things out loud to.

The church nestled between two of the larger frat houses on campus. I always thought it was an odd building to choose—but the structure itself was impressive, newly renovated, and very modern, boasting one of the largest auditoriums in the town. Pastor Dean said he enjoyed the feeling of being on stage, the wireless mic clipped to his pressed suit.

I felt slightly hungover after downing an entire bottle of wine the night before, leaving dark purple rings all over my bedside table.

TwoTylenol, a coffee and some fresh makeup set me as right as I could be, and I painted a smile on myself as I walked to the Bright Hope front doors.

When I stepped into the auditorium, it was silent.

Not really an unusual occurrence for a dreary Wednesday afternoon.

I really should have had the girls practicing today, but I believed more in rest and preparation before a big performance, rather than forcing the girls to rehearse a routine they knew frontwards and backwards.

Besides, I had worked them so hard last week, a few of them puked from exertion.

Thoughts of her clouded my mind even more so now…now that I knew her little secret.

Should I be terrified of the lengths this girl had gone through to be near me? Was I absolutely insane to think it was the most romantic thing anyone had ever done for me on the planet?

Not only did her body ignite something inside of me that could only be explained as carnal, but the way her stormy eyes looked into mine with such need…pain even.

All I knew was that I had no information whatsoever about this girl.

Nothing except that she makes my body come alive and my thoughts stray.

“Pastor Dean? Hey, it’s Ava…Ava Kelly.”

No response.

I poke my head into the small office off the staged auditorium, but I heard a loud groan coming from the upstairs Bright Room, the room where Pastor Dean would meet parishioners for what he called ‘moments of hope and new direction.’

Most religions called it confession, but Pastor Dean preferred to make his own rules for his church. He never wavered from the word of God, though—the word he was gifted enough to hear with his own ears.

Remarkable really, and the big reason, he was so respected in our community.

I walked up the stairs that lead to the heavy wooden door above the auditorium. I pressed my ear to the door and was shocked to hear the low growl of a man that sounded a lot like Paster Dean saying, “Take it, take it all.”

Curiosity overcame common sense, and I pushed open the door of the dark, low-lit room.

There, leaning back against the black leather loveseat, Pastor Dean had his arms spread, head lolled, and eyes closed, with Matt at his feet—deep throating Dean’s massive cock.

I clamped a hand over my mouth, suppressing a screech, and Matt looked up at me in horror, while the Pastor narrowed his eyes at my intrusion.

“Get out! This is a private, sacred space!”

Mortified, and in utter shock, I slammed the door behind me as I fled the church as fast as I could.

Fucking Matt, sexual deviant extraordinaire, always using his sexual prowess to better his situations and using it to his advantage.

Matt didn't surprise me at all, but Pastor Dean...I felt absolutely disgusted.

Why the fuck would a pastor get sucked off by a man? Not only was he straight—as far as I knew—he was married. He had two grown children. And most importantly, he was a goddamned pastor who frequently preached about the power sex had over people and to never let it become the center of your world. It wassinful.Sex and promiscuity weredirty, bad things if they weren’t inside a marriage.

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