I frown. “What?”
She swallows, her eyes blaze.
“I want you to come in my mouth.”
She lowers that mouth back to me, but I almost don’t even make it back inside. Her lips slide wetly over me, and her tongue swirls around my head, and I lose it. I groan, and my heavy balls twitch as my cum erupts into her mouth. My hot load spurts in thick ropes across her tongue, and she sputters a little, but she swallows quickly and eagerly, moaning around me as she strokes me into her eager mouth, until she’s swallowed every drop.
Good. Fucking. Lord.
I drop into the couch, panting for air, every muscle in my body spasming as she slips her mouth from me. She giggles and slides up onto the couch with me. I groan, pulling her close to me, and she snuggles against me.
“Better this time?”
“You… holy fuck, beautiful,” I groan.
She grins and looks up at me. “I like when you call me that.”
“What, beautiful?”
She blushes. “Yeah, that.” She leans in, and I kiss her lips slowly and softly as my arm goes around her.
Suddenly though, she pulls away and look at the clock. She gasps and jumps from my arms and the couch and quickly starts to pick up her clothes.
“Crap!” she gasps. I grin. It’s fucking adorable that even after all of my corrupting, or even with her being naked with my cum still on her tongue, she won’t bring herself to swear.
“I have to run before my parents wonder where the heck I am.”
She yanks her clothes back on, to my dismay, and then leans into me to kiss me deeply. I grab her and make a move to slip my hand under her skirt, but she giggles and pushes my hand away as she stands.
“That was a lot of fun,” she murmurs softly.
“Uh, yeah,” I chuckle.
She giggles and beams at me. “Later?”
“Hell yes.”
She blushes when I stand and draw her into me, kissing her deeply again before I finally let her go. She holds my gaze before she turns and opens the screen door to the Winnebago and slips out. I watch her skip across the field back to her truck, me still nude and leaning against the doorframe shaking my head.
Damn.
This is nothing I was looking for. Hell, I don’t even know what “this” is. It’s casual, but not. It’s a “teaching arrangement,” but that’s bullshit. No, when I watch her walking away from me, and I feel that dull ache in my chest at her not being here with me right now, I know damn well this isn’t remotely casual.
But I better figure out what is, and fast.
“Afternoon, preacher!”
I smile and give a wave to the man across the street who waves at me. Then at the other couple who says hello. It keeps on happening, until it feels like every fucking person on Main Street in downtown Canaan is there to say hi and shake my damn hand.
It’s been a few hours and two sermons since Delilah left my Winnebago earlier, and my head still isn’t on straight. Something’s amiss, or changed, with me. For one, all I can think of is her, but even more confusing is that all day, and all day yesterday, I’ve really just been genuinely preaching. Actually, since my first day here when she fell into my world, I’m basically just actually being a preacher of the Lord’s words. Okay sometimes they’re made-up words that just sound good, but still.
I’m not actually selling shit to them, either. I mean, sure, there’s the collections plates, and the baptism I’m still giving. But no “miracle” cures. None of Kane’s bullshit arthritis “medicine.” No pieces of wood from that barn I found in Minnesota that I claim are pieces of Peter the Apostle’s literal coffin. None of that shit.
I walk down the pretty little tree-lined streets of Canaan, saying hello to every damn person I see, and it suddenly hits me: I like this. I like that everyone says hi to me and wants to smile at me. I like that I haven’t really sewn any ill-will here, or even done much ripping off. And really, I just like it here—this town, I mean. For a second, I can almost see myself just living here, permanently.
…For a man who hasn’t stopped moving in years, trust me, that’s a foreign concept. It’s also fucking with my head.
I scowl, and I decide to do the grocery shopping I came to town to do is fast as possible so that I can get my ass out of here. But suddenly, I hear my name once again.