Page 57 of Sin With Me

“Yes, we were just looking for Kate’s earring.”

“You lost it, Kate?”

My face was burning up. Could he tell that I’d just seen him get himself off? Could he see the embarrassment brightening my cheeks?

“I, ahm, I did,” I said. I could feel their stare on me, waiting for me to say something else, but what else was there?

So, how was it, Father? Did you enjoy the video?

“I think I should get off, I mean, put off looking for it until morning. It’s pretty dark,” I stuttered.

“Well, where did you loseit?”

No, no, no!

“She already looked for it down there.” Lola pointed behind the cabin and I shut my eyes so tight, I’d hoped I’d never have to look Father Cameron straight in his eyes again. Right now would have been a good time for Mother Earth to open up and let me shamelessly slide down, right into hell. But no. Mother Earth had other ideas.

“She was therewhen?”

“A few minutesago.”

Shit, shit, shit!

“Kate?” he asked. “Did you lose your earring behind my cabin, perhaps?” Oh, that hint of admonishment in his voice was enough for me to rate this moment as the most embarrassing one in mylife.

I peeked from underneath my eyelids as Father Cameron was studying me from below his. Oh, he so knew that I saw him. Now I had no choice but to go to confession; not that I wouldn’t have. Was Father John asleep? Because there was no way I could tell Father Cameron what I’d done. Could I even tell Father John? I was beginning to be convinced that one day, one of them would have a heart attack because ofme.

“Yes, that’s where I lostit.”

“And what were you doing looking for it at this hour? It’s almost dark outside.”

“She lost it earlier in the day,” Lola explained, grinning.

Did she know what I’d done? Was she covering forme?

“And I started looking when it was still light outside. I lost track of time,” I lied yet again. I was getting pretty good at covering up my little fibs, but I was afraid that if I kept stalking Father Cameron, I would eventually begin losing track ofthem.

“I see. Well, if you’d like, I can help you look for it in the morning.”

“Thank you, Father,” I said and lowered my head. It would be some time before I could look him in the eye — ifever.

Lola cleared her throat and pointed to his leg. “Father, I don’t mean to be rude, but you have a stain on your jeans.”

Curious about the stain, I glanced at his jeans. They were so perfectly fitted, especially around the zipper area. The slight curve there revived that tingling sensation in my stomach. When I saw the dried discoloration Lola was referring to, I wondered whether it was his cum. My cheeks burned so hot that I prayed the night’s darkness would hide my secrets.

“Well, we don’t have the luxury of a full closet out here, and I dropped a melting marshmallow on my lap last night at the bonfire. Not one of my more graceful moments.”

Was it a marshmallow stain? Or maybe something much more fresh? I felt Satan’s laugh underneath my feet as heat spread from there up mybody.

Argh, get your mind out of the gutter, Kate!

“Well, Kate tends to lose her food down her shirt all the time, so this isn’t a surprise,” Lola added.

Father Cameron’s right brow rose, and I thought I saw the corner of his mouthlift.

“We all have our little quirks.” I shrugged and then grabbed Lola’s arm, squeezing it hard. “We should get going. It’s a busy day tomorrow. Goodnight, Father.”

“Good night, Kate, Lola.”

“Good night. Oh, and a flashlight. Kate lost a flashlight as well. Right behind your cabin, so if you happen to find it, it’shers.”

Great! Now he’ll think I purposefully ventured outside to find a cozy spot behind his cabin to watch him jerkoff.

He nodded. While I wasn’t looking directly at him, I could feel the heat of his stare on me and only me. Lola was grinning from ear to ear as she took me under my arm and we went back to our cabin.

“I swear if I hear you say another word I will kill you,” I said though gritted teeth, and pushed her into our cabin. Inside, I put my earbuds in and turned on a playlist. Lola of course was already asking me a thousand questions, but I tuned her out as soon as Bon Jovi’s voice sounded. I closed my eyes and lay back on thebed.

It was pointless to try to fall asleep, but I knew that when I did, I’d dream about Father Cameron in ways no one should ever dream about a priest.

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