Bad preacher

br

? Preache

me. I blink again, and slowly realize it’s a

y mask goes back on. I turn and smile warmly at the older man nex

ock falters for a second. Okay, clearly her father, and this good ol’ southern boy looks like exactly the type

s on him, not her. It might just be the single

ng me and my daughter here could be washe

donation to Preacher Gabri

course brother…” I raise

ng my fucking hardest not to look at her. It’s taken all of my willpower to look at him, not at the fucking stunning

he

’s Delilah

o shame. She’s beyond beautiful—this heady mix of pure, wholesome southern charm, and a Playboy college-girl fantasy. My c

partaken of the fruits of His flock. Lonely widows, curious and bored housewives, and God bless those “g

o run things like a business, not a frat party. The dalliances were never fucking worth it, anyways, and always left me empty and hating myself. Don’t get me wrong, I am only

whiskey habit going, and it’s the

ngely celibate for a long time. I’ve forced myself to concentrate on the showmanship, and of honing my ability

g my bathing suit under the water

too late, Prea

me before I pack up my shit and blow out of town. All because of her, because I know damn well this is trouble. I know she’s trouble, not

er Jed

cash, if th

as well be thirty cursed pieces of silver. But a sinner like

t to tell myself there’s something wicked there—that this pretty little southern belle in the chaste white dress is hiding some very impure thoughts about yours t

bably start jerking off more to keep m

ich of you would like to be bath

. She swallows thickly and turns to smil

ear, and he turns to look a

g rock-hard cock to go down, y

d as he kicks his shoes off. He’s wearing a bathing suit and a long-sleeved black shirt with “Canaan Auto Repair” on the front of it over his rounded belly, and he

to the crowd than to him. “Do you r

y’ve all screamed it, but Jeb here has the performance of t

him back into the water. Jeb here might have a beer-gut, but the guy is pure bear muscle.

e comes out sputtering and actually crying, and before I

shoulder. “Bless you for reminding this s

ve a soul, I might even feel a little guilty

ake his hand and embrace him warmly, and I just smile down over the whole thing, hoping to God he gets

. “I’ll be here for the week, with daily sermons

abou

her, and I instantly groan. My muscles tighten, my jaw clenches, and that fierce hunger explodes through me again. I look at her

rry

preacher?” Jedediah says ea

o. No fucking way am

his e

reen in my face, and

y and get my shit together. “Of course, brother!” I b

n’t you ste

ays softly, star

nd my cock is already thickening. Baseball stats, and multiplication tables, and pictures of car wrecks flit through my head.

low out around her, and she blushes and pushes it back down. The water soa

e whispers, sta

growl, fumbling.

ing throbs. Shit, this is going to be bad. I turn her to face the right way, and my hands assume the position of ho

m her than I normally would. The last thing I need is this girl com

lil

s tighten on her just a little, and my pulse thunders a little louder in my ears. Her soft, tight body melts

u

n baptizing. She’s clearly wearing underwear, but as the water soaks through her thin dress, I could almost tell you the fucking brand name of

e

self, dumb ass, I