Bad preacher

call a little louder. “Do you re

” she

n co

I say that. I never claimed to be anything

nd be c

ttom of the tub or something, because suddenly, she falters. She scrambles and scrabbles as she about slips

nd she’s pressed right against me. I can feel her warm, soft body pressing to me, and I groan when I f

an tell in half a second that she knows. She’s felt my erection hard against her stomach, and she fucking knows that I’m no

ream. I’m just waiting for her to jump away and tell them all what I really a

d her breath catches. But she doesn’t say a word. She wets her lips, and I f

stand upright and steady her on her own feet. My hands drop from her, and I recognize the emotion that

ly gasps. I follow her gaze, and I groan. Her dress is so fucking see-through that I can see her little pink

eyes dart up to look at mine again, wavering as she tries to keep

time in what must be five whole min

Gabriel here is there to lower you in,

. She blushes fiercely, and her arms tighten around herself. She looks up at me once more, her eyes blaz

breath and stand tall. Thank fucking God the water i

them. “I’m afraid that

buy booze in this fucking town because I need

rs that all are welcomed, and that I’

saying, “Bless you, Preacher Gabriel,” and then they

low thickly as he approaches me looki

ing the crowd, she’s told him what happened. I steel myself, and I start to calculate how fast I could

pleased that you’

k you kin

t,” he r

ou’re quite welco

daughter. Don’t lo

t’s just Jeb

it’s just Gabriel. I do hope t

oring that Gabriel bit. “Of course we will be, but

ap

er arms still crossed over her chest. But Jeb just smile

e you to the house for Sunday dinner. It

hands on. Needless to say, interests are piqued. But then, my eyes swivel past him, to Delilah. Dripping wet, gorgeous as

ead. “I do thank you,

man, and he’s looking to start his own church. It’d make his whole month if you’d give him some encouragement. Oh, an

y no, and I need to just keep my damn distance from this girl for th

e, pre

it. I’m getting

f course, sir. I’d be

nstantly, he covers his mout

ucking problem,” but I just gri

treet, just through downtown past the post off

u then, Jeb,” I smile.

dress off, bend her over the edge of this tub, and fuck this girl silly, there’s the very real thought that she might crack in the middle of dinner and out me for the sinner I am. We

then, p

take back my agreement. Shit. I watch the two of them walk away back across the

her, she blushes hotly. The sun catches her dress and shines right through the transparent damn thing, and for a second, I can see everythi

ain, and then she quickly turns back

u

never saw coming. I watch her walk back across that fie

l sin, incarnate. She’s the fucking apple in the g

li

smells good

tense. “Well, I wish we’d discussed it first before you invited a preacher over for dinner, Jeb,” she says with concern. She frowns and bustl

innebago,” I shrug. “I’m

n at me. “Don’t you dare speak of a man of God like that! Preacher Gabriel has humbled hi

Lah-lah,” Paul, my older brothe

, shu

other even cracks a

respect for a wonderful, pious, and Godly man like Gabriel. Christina, sweetheart, the roast smells divine, and he’s going to lo

e for dinner, even the perpetually sullen Paul. And they all see him exactly how they wan

I k

t down like rogue campfire. No. Lord, no. Gabriel isn’t a good man. He’s not a Godly man, that’s for darn sure. He’s… wicked. And sin

ng into him, and sudd