Priest (A Standalone Bad Boy Romance Love Story)

by Claire Adams

  When he reached the small of my back, I felt his mouth on the sensitive flesh of my neck. He bit down lightly, and I struggled to breathe. He’s so sexy. He’s killing me.

  He lifted me suddenly and turned me so I was lying back on the couch. I felt him lay down next to me. I looked at him; the beautiful smile was still on his face. I loved his smile. I could feed off of it. “Are you finished exploring? Can we get down to business now?”

  He didn’t answer me with words. Instead, he leaned forward again and possessed my mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. Our tongues danced together and I leaned my head back so he could press in deeper.

  He sucked on my tongue and let his teeth scrape along the side of it. Reaching one hand under my neck, he held me in place while he moved one leg over me and once again loomed over me, pressing against my hot pussy. He flexed those sexy hips into me again and I groaned. I reached up and traced the hard lines of his chest with my fingers and he flexed into me again.

  This time he wrapped his fingers up in my hair and tugged my head back. Then, he shoved his tongue in deeper while he rocked against me, still wearing his pants.

  He was making love to my mouth. It was the most incredible, earth-shattering kiss I’d ever had in my life. I think I was already on the brink of my climax and he hadn’t even touched my pussy.

  When he finally had to come up for air, he kissed down along the side of my neck again to my chest and finally closed his mouth down over one of my breasts. I gasped as he swept his tongue across my engorged nipple. He reached up and took the other one between his thumb and forefinger and began to twist and roll that one while he sucked on the other.

  “You taste so good,” he said against my aching breast and then proceeded to change sides and begin licking and sucking and tasting the other. “I want to taste more,” he said while I writhed underneath him.

  I was panting as his fingers made their way between my legs and he touched the spot that was engulfed in flames. He gave it a few light strokes, still teasing, before he pushed himself down on the couch and buried his face between my thighs. My body jerked as I felt his tongue suddenly shoot out and take one, long, sexy lick.

  I pushed my hips up into his face and he grabbed them with both hands and held me in place while he probed deeper with his tongue, thrusting it into me as far as it would go and then moving it up to press and lick against my clit. I was out of my mind with pleasure. I wanted to scream.

  “Jace,” I said breathlessly, “I’m going to come…”

  He stopped. I pulled open my eyes to see him looking at me, grinning again. “Um…I know we’re both new to this, but I don’t think that was the cue to stop.”

  He laughed and stood up. Then he leaned over to kiss me. Before his lips met mine, I said, “You’re kind of a tease.”

  He ran his tongue across the outside of my lips. “I’m done.”

  “What? You’re done?”

  He laughed again, and I watched as he pulled his pants and shorts down and stepped out of them. “I’m not teasing anymore,” he said. “I need to be inside of you Daphne, now.” His husky voice was even deeper with lust and my boy shuddered at the sound of it.

  I reached up for him, and he grabbed my arm by the wrist and put it up over my head. He did the same with the other one and held them there with one of his big hands as he slid into position and entered me.

  Fireworks exploded, ticker-tape parades happened, rockets discharged…all inside my head.

  The heat of his cock sliding into me where I was already warm and wet was so intense that I cried out, loudly. I wrapped my legs around his hips and pressed my feet into his back.

  He wasn’t playing. He slammed into me as deeply as he could, burying himself to the hilt. When he let go of my wrists, my hands went to his hair and I pulled his mouth down for a hot, wet kiss. The harder we kissed, the faster he moved his hips. He was plunging deeper and faster and hitting my hips harder.

  The orgasm was building and it threatened to consume me. I called out his name as it boiled to the surface and I exploded. I saw stars as the pleasure coursed through my body.

  I opened my eyes and shook my head at him. “You’re incredible.”

  With a grin he said, “Have you had enough?”

  “No, I want more.” I put my hands on his sexy butt and pushed him into me. “Harder…faster…”

  He put his lips against mine and said, “You drive me crazy, baby.”

  I was still writhing underneath him and the feel of his mouth and his words drove me back into frenzy. I began bucking my hips, and our kisses were wet and sloppy. He moved his hips to the side and hit that spot that I’ve heard people talk about.

  I think I let out a scream right into his mouth as I came again. That orgasm was unexpected, and I even dug my fingernails into his back.

  He didn’t complain. He sucked my tongue into his mouth and didn’t miss a beat. He kept going, stroking in and out, kissing me, sucking on my lips and tongue, telling me I was beautiful until I suddenly heard him grunt, and then groan and then I felt him tense and just before he released he said, “Daphne!”

  He fell shaking into me and I held him there. I didn’t want him to move…ever. I didn’t want to breathe. He was my air. He was all that I needed. I knew that with everything in me.

  CHAPTER FOURTY-EIGHT

  TWO YEARS LATER

  JACE

  “Aw, look, Jace has a little heart-shaped note in his lunch box…isn’t that sweet.” I felt myself blush. Daphne insists on packing my lunch every day, which I love. But I usually check it for the notes before I open it in front of the other guys.

  I’m not ashamed of her…completely to the contrary. But, working in construction, you have to have a little bit of a hard edge. Pink, heart-shaped sticky notes kind of blow that out of the water.

  “You’re just jealous, Craig. I’m sorry that nobody loves you enough to send you a heart-shaped note in your lunch.”

  “I’ll give you one for that ham sandwich,” Mike said to Craig.

  “It would take a lot more than a sticky note for you to get your hands on my ham.” Mike and I were laughing before Craig realized how that sounded. “Aw, screw you guys!” He turned his back to us and started eating his lunch. Mike looked up at me again and said,

  “Did you get that raise?”

  “I got it. It’s my two year increase. It’ll help a lot with the new house and everything.”

  Mike nodded. “My raises would help if I could get the wife to stop having kids. That Catholic stuff is okay, but I really wish the Pope would approve birth control. She told me yesterday she’s pregnant again.”

  Craig still had his back to us, but I saw his shoulders shake. “What’s up with you?” Mike asked him.

  “How many is that, nine?”

  “Shut up,” Mike said. “It’s six.”

  “And, you haven’t made a boy yet?”

  “This one’s gonna be a boy, I can feel it.”

  “That’s what you said about the last two.”

  Mike shrugged. “Oh well, if this one ain’t, she’ll probably try for ten more.”

  “You could stop having sex, you know. That would stop the production of children.”

  “Fuck that,” Mike said. We laughed.

  I thought about how different my life was now from two years ago. The only men I had in my life then were my brothers and other priests. I didn’t realize how much fun it was to stand around like this and just talk and laugh like one of the guys. That’s all I am here.

  Max had got me the job. I used to work construction when I was in high school and he had a client with a construction firm starting a new project in the city. It was perfect for me, and I took it as another sign that I was making the right move.

  Ryan had only rolled his eyes at me when he heard I’d gone through with leaving the church. I think he was just worried about me, but now, two years later, even he has to admit that I did the right thing.

  “When are you gonna
have some, Jace?”

  “I think we’re going to wait for a bit. We just got married a month ago, you know.”

  “Yeah, we were there,” Craig said. “That little wife of yours is…”

  “Don’t say it,” I told him with a warning look.

  “What?” he said, trying to look innocent. “I was just going to say she’s a nice gal.”

  “Yeah, right.” He laughed his lecherous laugh. I wasn’t really offended. Craig talked about his wife all the time. He was crazy about her. He just liked to give me a hard time.

  After lunch, we went back to work for another four hours. I was operating the crane today. The building was an old church, and we were refurbishing it.

  None of the guys here know about my past as a priest, but the first day we were on the job, Craig caught me staring up at the cross at the top of the old brick building. There must have been reverence in my eyes because after that he called me Father Jace. I had to laugh at that.

  When the day was over, I gathered my things, climbed in my pick-up and went home…to the woman and the life I loved.

  CHAPTER FOURTY-NINE

  DAPHNE

  “I think I like this one the best,” Carla said, holding up one of my and Jace’s wedding photos. I took it from her hand and looked at it. It was one with her in the background, making a face. I laughed and tossed it back at her.

  “I’m looking for one to have framed and hung over my new mantle.”

  “I know, I think that one is perfect,” she said with a wink.

  “I think we’ll keep looking,” I told her with a smile.

  I looked around my and Jace’s new house and sighed contentedly. I love him so much. I love our house. I love our life.

  We got married down at Columbus Park under the lit arbor just as the sun was going down. The photos all have the harbor and the glorious sunset in the background. It’s like the day was designed just for us. I knew that’s an entirely narcissistic view, but on this point, I didn’t care.

  I was brought back to the present by my oh-so-direct friend. “So, when are you going to start popping out kids?”

  I laughed. “We’ve only been married for a month. Slow down there, skippy.”

  “Yeah, but you’ve been doing the nasty for two years. Come on, you’re behind. I’ll be a fabulous auntie.”

  “I’m sure you will be, as long as you don’t say things like ‘doing the nasty’ in front of my child.”

  She was crazy, but I loved her. She went on to say, “Maybe you two aren’t doing it right. Is Jace ramming that hard…”

  “Carla!” I stopped her there. I love her, but I didn’t want to discuss my husband’s hard anything with her. My face was bright red, I could feel it.

  She laughed. “You still blush like a school girl every time I mention sex. You need to read some trashy novels, get some ideas. You two are probably still doing it missionary, aren’t you?”

  With a giggle, I said, “Trust me, we have plenty of our own ideas.”

  “Oh, really? Tell me more. Have you done it all over the new house yet? Does Jace like doing it doggy style?”

  “Carla! Stop,” I was laughing. Jace and I had no problems in the bedroom. As a matter of fact, it was quite the opposite. Some days we did it like rabbits all over the house and, yes, in different positions.

  I was still not comfortable talking about it, though, and Carla knew that. She loves to tease me. She likes to call us “The virgin duo.” Little did she know, there was nothing virginal left about either of us.

  “Here it is,” she said, suddenly. She was holding another photo from the pile of wedding pictures. When she handed it to me, I saw that this time, she wasn’t kidding.

  Jace and I were facing each other holding hands. The water from the river could be seen in the background and the sun was glinting off of it as it lowered, casting a golden glow around us both. That was beautiful, but even more so was the look in our eyes as we stared at each other. It was going to look perfect above the mantle.

  “I love it!”

  “Yeah, me, too,” she said. It was the first serious thing she’d said in twenty minutes. “You know after you have kids you’ll have to take it down, though, right?”

  “Why?”

  “Please, you’ll have so many pictures of the kid, you won’t have room to hang your own. Just think about how gorgeous that kid will be with the two of you as parents.”

  I smiled and tried to picture our baby. I hoped he looks just like Jace.

  “Yeah, I bet he will be a looker,” I said.

  “He?”

  “I just think since Jace has two brothers, maybe the boy thing runs in his family.”

  “Maybe, but I’d like to order a niece, too.”

  Before I could respond to that, I heard Jace come in the front door. He came in and found us still sitting on the couch looking at our wedding pictures. He said hello to Carla and kissed me.

  He was all dirty from work in his jeans and t-shirt with his big arms showing underneath the short sleeves and his hard chest outlined by the cotton material. I would take him down and eat him up right there if Carla wasn’t here. Even after two years, just looking at him excites me.

  “What are you ladies doing?”

  “We’re picking one out for above the mantle. What do you think of this one?” I held up the one Carla picked out and as I looked at it again I realized that part of why it was so beautiful was that it was a day that neither of us thought we’d ever see. You could see the love in our eyes in it.

  “I love it.” The look in his eyes described the way I felt about it without words. He leaned over and kissing me again.

  “Hey, Jace, I was just asking Daphne when the two of you were going to start making babies,” Carla said.

  He laughed. “Whenever she’s ready. I’m going to leave that up to her.”

  He wasn’t just saying that. It’s what he’s told me from the beginning. We both want kids, but he said it was important to him that we wait until I feel ready to do it, without being stressed or anxious. It should be a beautiful time in our lives, not a worrisome one.

  He’s so sweet that he even questioned if I thought we should take some parenting classes, since neither of us had an example to go on. I honestly thought we’ll be okay. I’m definitely not my father and he is the most incredible, generous, big-hearted, nurturing person I’ve ever met. Our baby will be so lucky to have him.

  “I volunteered to show you guys some new positions, but wifey is getting all embarrassed about it. You wouldn’t mind if I tagged along one of these days and just made sure you two virgins were doing it right, would you?” Carla asked him.

  “Shh! Carla!” I laughed again. Thank God Jace was used to Carla. He was laughing, too. She has no filters, but she has a good heart and she loves me and Jace knows that. It’s all that matters to him, and I love him that much more for putting up with her.

  He winked at me and said, “I’ll leave that up to her, too, Carla. Appreciate the offer, though.”

  I looked at Jace. “I told her we were completely fine in that department.”

  “She’s is right about that. We may have started out virgins, but I think we’ve got it mastered,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

  “Are you sure? You know you don’t always have to be on top. Sometimes it’s fun and more productive to have her sit right down on your lap and you can kind of like…” She flexed her hips up and screwed up her face. Jace laughed and shook his head as he went into the kitchen to get a drink. I scolded her again, jokingly.

  “I want to wait a year or two. I just got this nursing job, and I’d like to work for a while first.”

  “Yeah,” Carla said, “I guess that way you can build up some leave. Don’t take too long, though. I want a baby to play with.”

  “Why not have your own?” Jace asked her.

  She looked at him like he had two heads. “Bite your tongue. I don’t even have a regular man yet. I’m not cut out to be a single
mother.”

  “You take your time, honey,” I told her. “You’re still young and beautiful. Have fun.”

  “Hey,” Jace said, pretending to be insulted. “Are you saying being married to me isn’t any fun?”

  I got up and went over to where he was sitting. I sat down on his lap and kissed him. We forgot Carla was there as we kissed passionately. I could feel him growing hard underneath me.

  Carla cleared her throat and said, “Um… I think I’ll just be going.”

  We laughed and apologized. “Sorry, we just get carried away,” I told her.

  She snorted and said, “Newlyweds,” but she was grinning. “I really have to go. See ya, Jace.”

  “See ya, Carla.”

  I got up and walked her out. I gave her a hug before she left and promised I’d call to let her know how the new job goes. I’d just finished two years of nursing school and I got a job at the University Hospital. I was really excited about starting.

  Jace had been so helpful and supportive while I was in school. I couldn’t wait to start making money and contributing to our lives. He said that part doesn’t matter, and I believe he means it. But it will make me feel better. He works so hard. I want to be an equal partner.

  After she left, Jace showered while I put away the wedding pictures. We went out to dinner. Now that we’re living in Boston, we eat out once a week on Fridays. The rest of the week, we take turns cooking and on Sundays after church, we have dinner with his brothers.

  We started going to a new church. It’s still Catholic, but no one there knows our history and it’s more comfortable for us there. We’re both still very devout, practicing Catholics. What has happened in the past is between us and God, but we both still feel strongly that we did the right thing and God is on our side.

  Tonight, we went to a place near the Harbor called Legal Sea Foods. It’s one of our favorite places to eat when we’re in the mood for shellfish. The manager knows Jace from a job his company did for him last year, so he always starts us out with a huge shrimp cocktail.