Kady sighed out a moan, arching her back and thrusting her chest upward when he sucked on a sensitive bud. Cupping her other breast, he stroked the hard nipple with this thumb with the same relentless attention his tongue was paying the one in his mouth, licking and suctioning until it started to sting. Kady reached up and tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling his head down, mashing his face against her breast demanding he give her more. She groaned deep when he obliged by adding his teeth and some not so gentle nibbling it.
His hand moved from her breast and skimmed down her waist, to her hip, to her stomach then closed over her mons. Now it was Tristan’s turn to groan as he palmed her wet hot desire. Touching her again this way was all he’d thought about.
His lips abandoned her breast to kiss her mouth. Leisurely, as if he had all the time in the world. He rubbed her sex, gently, lovingly. With her knees bent Kady’s thighs were spread wide like dove wings and she was rocking her pelvis against his hand. He chuckled into her mouth knowing what she sought yet deserted her greedy pussy to caress the insides of her creamy thighs. Back and forth he moved his hand between the two zones, a deliberate torture meant to heighten her frustration and in turn her arousal.
Every so often he’d lightly thumb her precious pink pearl hidden in a nest of golden curls, teasing it long enough to make her moan then leaving it to stroke along her velvet slit. Hand and fingers worked in tandem, drawing out Kady’s pleasure as well as his own.
He positioned his body on top of her, supporting his weight on his elbows on either side of her head. “You ready for this, sweet girl?” The wetness between her thighs told him she was prepared physically. That wasn’t what he was asking.
Her blue eyes were dark and dewy. “Make love to me.”
The soft plea weighed heavy on his heart like a steel beam. Without removing his gaze, he reached down and poised his cock at her entrance. He inserted just the tip but she gasped at the foreign invasion.
“Does it hurt?” His voice was strained from using every ounce of willpower not to thrust into her.
“No. Just strange.”
“Strange bad or strange good?”
“Definitely good.”
He sunk another inch, and this time Tristan was the one to gasp. For as long as he lived, he would never forget this moment. Never.
Carried away by a swell of emotion, a primal growl emerged from the pit of his soul.
The invasion of something foreign and large drove a loud gasp from Kady’s chest. She may have been physically prepped to take him but it was still a shock. While she was wet she was also small, and while he was careful he was substantial and hard. He entered her quicker than expected yet stopped halfway, so as not to hurt her.
Tristan wasn’t going to last. He knew it as sure as he did when he came in his pants. Gliding in and out of that tight little volcano… Christ God, she felt amazing. She was also killing him. “Fuck,” he grunted.
He was cradling her head, clutching it in truth, and touching forehead to forehead. His face was too close to look into her eyes so he closed them trying to enjoy the uncomplicated sensation of his shaft stroking her walls. Oh God how he missed it. Missed pussy. But this was so much more than feeding a physical hunger. Being inside Kady was filling a spiritual need, an emotional void. Was he feeling so euphoric and emotional because this was the first time for him in five years?
With every slow drawn-out glide he inched in a little farther, gauging the depth of his progress by the depth of her moans.
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Tristan lay sprawled prone on his bed, one arm dangling over the side, his face turned away from Kady as she sat cross-legged beside him tracing the two words inscribed at the base of his nape.
“Kurios… I-oh-sus?”
“Yay-soos.”
“Kurios Yay-soos. What does it mean?”
“Jessisalor,” he mumbled against the mattress.
“What?”
Rolling over onto his back he folded an arm under his head, bicep bulging behind his ear as he looked up at her, eyes smoky, lids sleepy. “Kurios Ieous. ‘Jesus is Lord.’ ”
He was in boxer-briefs, bare from the waist up, and no matter how many times she saw that broad chest and corrugated torso Kady would never get used to how beautiful he was. And she wondered how long before the need to touch him all the time waned. As it was now she couldn’t get enough of feeling his skin and the play of muscles underneath. Her finger lazily circled his collarbone.
“It looked old. When’d you get it?”
Tristan’s nipples tightened as a shiver wended through him. Damn, would he always respond this way to her? It hadn’t even been twenty minutes and already he was wanting inside her again.
“A few weeks before I left for seminary.”
Suddenly melancholy and not knowing why, Kady only gave a small nod. She’d retracted her hand, which was now resting limply in her lap.
“It’s not,” he told her.
She cocked her head.
“Not my first tat,” he explained, somehow able to interpret her change in mood. “This was.”
Turning his shoulder, he showed her a small heart among the bevy of ink on his upper arm. Once a vibrant red, the tattoo was now a faded gray and easy to miss if one didn’t know it was there. She leaned in for a closer look and saw there was an arrow shooting through it with the letters KD centered inside.
“My very first tat, Kady… was for you.”
Her eyes widened at the revelation. “When?”
Tristan immediately realized his mistake. “I… It was the day you… I was planning to stop by and surprise you when your mom called. You’d been taken to the ER.”
She went quiet.
“I never got the chance to show it to you. But in light of everything that happened… We weren’t exactly on good terms. Afterward, I mean.”
She was picking at the frayed hem of the Black Sabbath tee she was wearing. “No,” she agreed softy. “We weren’t exactly that.”
“So does it surprise you?”
She lifted questioning eyes to him.
“That I chose my very first tattoo to commemorate you. Not God.”
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“Careful, teeth. Yeah, like that. Right there. That’s it. Fuck yeah, baby, that’s it. So fucking good… Oh God, yes. Don’t stop, baby. Just like that, just like that… Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Ohfuckohfuckohfuck… I’m gonna blow. Here it comes, baby, here it comes. Aggghhhh… fuck!”
Addie sat up, discreetly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand then smoothed back her hair and straightened her blouse. Brian’s Prius didn’t have a lot of room to begin with but with his manspreading taking up three-quarters of the backseat it felt downright claustrophobic. She shrank against the door and watched him a moment. He looked pretty hot all disheveled like that, with his hair flopped over his forehead, his head arched back, eyes closed. She could hear him breathing deeply. Like he was sleeping.
Just peachy.
She loudly cleared her throat “Eh-hem.” No response. Maybe he really had fallen asleep. “Eh-hem!”
“Heard you the first time, darlin’.” Brian cocked open an eye and grinned at her. He zipped up his pants then leaned across to give Addie a kiss. “Mm.” He smacked his lips. “So that’s what I taste like.”
When he tried to come in for another one she gave him a playful shove. “Haven’t you had enough for one night?”
“Can never get enough of you, Addison MacKenzie.” His expression was dreamy, his lids at half-mast. He let out an exaggerated sigh. “I think I’m besotted.”
“I think you’re drunk. Maybe I should drive.”
“Hey.” He plucked a lock of hair off her shoulder. “Getting serious now.” He played with it thoughtfully before looking at her. “I’m really glad you decided to stay in town a while longer.”
She smiled, equally “besotted”. “Yeah. Me, too.”
They sat in silence, enjoying the mutual company and the quiet darkness surround
ing them. They’d been driving back to Brian’s after dinner when halfway there Addie started giving him road head. Not wanting to risk an accident—not sure how the car ended up in the fountain, officer—he’d pulled into St. Ben’s deserted and secluded parking lot. Then like a couple of horny teens they got busy in the back seat.
“We should get going,” Brain suggested. “It’s late.” He glanced at his watch. “Or early, as the case may be.”
Addie was about to get out and switch to the front seat when she saw someone walking around to the back of the church. Someone with long silver hair. “Hey, isn’t that your friend from the bar? Kady, right?”
Brian looked up, eyes narrowing curiously. “Sure is.”
“What’s she doing here at this hour?”
“Hopefully not the same thing we are,” he murmured, his brow wrinkling at the disturbing thought.
“Where she even headed?”
“The rectory.” At her questioning look he explained, “It’s like a clergy house. A residence for the parish priest.”
“Where Father Cleary lives.”
“Yeah…” A feeling of unease seeped into his pores. “Where Father Cleary lives.”
“Well why would she be visiting him at one in the morning?”
Addison got her answer when the rectory door swung open and Tristan greeted Kady by pulling her into his embrace and—
“Holy shit.” She gaped in disbelief as the priest locked the young woman in a passionate kiss. A super hot, panty-melting, Gone With the Wind kind of passionate kiss.
“What. The. Fuck.” Brian said each word like it’d been kicked out of him.
“OMG is right.”
“No. No way. Can’t be. It isn’t what we think it is. We’re jumping to conclusions.” Even while Brian was giving him the benefit of the doubt, he watched his friend the priest play tonsil hockey with Kady. “Not what it looks like.”
“He’s got his hand on her ass, Bri.”
“There’s a logical explanation.”
“Yeah, that all Catholic priests are corrupt.”
“That’s my best friend you’re talking about.”
“Who, Tristan or Father Cleary?”
Brian knit his brows and crossed his arms. “They kissed. So what? He kissed her. He’s human.”
“He’s a priest!”
Addie was right. He’d defend his boy to the end but could never condone what he was doing, if he was indeed doing what it sure as hell looked like he was doing. Tristan and Kady in a relationship again was all well and good. Father Cleary and Kady, however, was another matter entirely.
Shit, was that really what was going on then? He’d suspected something might be up with him but never would’ve guessed it was getting back together with his ex. Tristan had been acting strangely all week. Different. For one thing he wasn’t brooding. His mood was lighter. Seemed happier. Happy.
Brian assumed it had to do with his recent truce with Kady. They’d reached a kind of cease-fire, Tristan told him. Had hashed things out so now they could move on with their lives. In fact, they’d even gone out a few times. As friends, of course. Lunch, movie… That sort of thing. Brian had been ecstatic to hear his friend was putting the past behind him and had finally forgiven her. But that was just it. The thing that had been niggling at Brian. Tristan never said he’d forgiven her. He said Kady had forgiven him.
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“Jesus, would you slow down?” Brian panted, lagging behind.
He was struggling to keep up with Tristan during one of his seven-mile runs. At five am, Brian was more accustomed to hitting the snooze button than hitting the pavement. But this was the only way he could think of to get his hardheaded friend’s attention. Since confronting him about what he saw at the rectory, Tristan had refused to discuss it, going so far as to avoid Brian altogether.
“Goddamnit, T, talk to me.” He was doubled over, hands braced on his thighs, wheezing like an asthmatic.
For a brief moment he was hopeful as Tristan slowed down like he was going to stop and turn around. Instead, he picked up his pace and shot too far ahead for Brian to ever to catch up. He was running hard, breathing hard, pushing himself to the limit trying to outrun his demons.
How could he talk to Bri about something he himself didn’t understand? How to explain his “relationship” with Kady when he couldn’t even define what it was? What would he tell his best friend? That this thing with Kady, despite what it looked like wasn’t about sex? Fuck, okay. So maybe a little. There was no denying their chemistry, how she made him feel physically. He’d been a walking hard-on since that first day in the confessional, no lie. But it was more than just the great sex. The really, really great sex.
Every time he was with her it was like breathing fresh mountain air for the first time. Like feeling the sun on your face after living in a cave your whole life. He knew it was wrong. Being with her. Doing those things with her. To her. Breaking all sorts of commandments, smashing vows left and right. No shit he needed to make things right with God. He had to get his head together, his priorities straight. A trip to Lake Eclipse was all planned. He got up before sunrise like always. Packed his thermos and his tunes. The weather couldn’t have been more perfect and with no traffic he rode like the wind. Rode right past the entrance to the park.
Didn’t stop until he needed gas. By then he’d put ninety miles between him and the place where he would meet up with God. He even took a different route home and was afraid to ask himself why.
Finally out of steam, Tristan slowed to a walk to catch his breath and cool down. He thought back to the other day when Brian was grilling him about Kady, wanting to know if she was back in his life. At the time he hadn’t known how to answer that. Because truth was she never really left.
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Happy Hour didn’t start for another forty-five minutes so the pub was only a quarter full if that. Tristan was sitting in a dimly-lit far back corner watching Kady like some creepy stalker. But what’s a desparate man to do?. She wasn’t returning any of his calls. He had to follow her. Just never exdpected that the first place she’d go after coming out of hiding would be O’Malleys. But there she was, sitting at the bar flriting with that pretty boy “mixologist” wearing a little nothing sundress that barely came to her thighs.
Kadys’ hair looked freshly washed. He coud tell she’d recently shampooed it becayse it always looked a bit fluffy afterward. Not frizzy, but kind of curly at the ends and soft , like lamb’s wool. He flexed his fingers imagiing running them through all those long silver locks that no doubt smelled fresh as a high-mountain meadow after a cool summer rain. He snorted. Fucking poet, now.
But damn did she look pretty. No wonder the soda jerk couldn’t take his eyes off her. Tristan wanted to wipe that stupid grin off his stupid handsome face.
“Can I get you an order of nachos or something?”
Tristan looked up at the waitress who seemed ot have materilazed out of nowhere. “Maybe later,” he said with a smile that didn’t bring out his dimple. “Thanks.” His eyes returend to the bar and she was summarily dismissed.
Kady threw back her head adn her bright peal of laughter reached him all the way in the back of the room. Something funny the bartender said made her laugh with abandon. Why couldn’t he make her laugh like that? He used to be able to.
He squeezed his beer mug, popping veins and tendons in his hand with the force. Damnit, this had gone on long enough. He couldn’t stand to watch for another minute Kady moving on with her life. Without him.
She felt him before she saw him. Felt his heat. His big-bodied presence and intimidating vibe. He was angry. Kady’s eyes lifted warily to see Tristan’s reflection behind the bar and the stone-cold look on his face confirmed it. They locked gazes through the mirror and before she could turn around a baseball mitt clamped down on her shoulder.
“Oh hey, father. Ready for another one?”
Sebastian’s amiable greeting gave Tristan a start. It was the �
�father” part that threw him. He wasn’t wearing the collar today and didn’t think the guy attended Mass so how’d he know he was a priest?
“I’m good,” he replied tersely.
Had Kady talked to the boy about him? About the two of them? Does he know they’d been fucking like bunnies?
“What are you doing here?” Kady asked his reflection.
“Question is, what are you doing here?” he said back to the mirror. “Planning a repeat performance of the last time…?” His eyes darted to the glass of amber liquid in front of her, a disapproving scowl on his face.
“Not that it’s any of your business but it’s iced-tea.” She saw his jaw muscle jump. “Tea. As in Lipton, not Long Island. Again not that it’s any of your beeswax.”
Sebastian’s eyes ping-ponged between them. He got the impression their brief but tense exchange was about something more than drinking. He thought the priest was coming across a bit bossy and noticed that his hand was still on Kady’s shoulder. It seemed strangely like he was laying claim to her. Telling Sebastian, back off she’s mine.
But that would just be weird.
“I need to talk to you.”
Kady took a leisurely sip of her tea. “Isn’t that what you’re doing?”
“In. Pri. Vate.”
“Whatever you have to say to me you can say in front of Sebastian.” She gave the young man behind the bar a smile too coy to be genuine but he was too smitten to care.
Trisitn’s nostrils flared.
Continuing to make moon-eyes at him, Kady folded her arms on the counter and leaned forward, dislodging Tristan’s hand. “In fact, Sebastain and I were in the middle of a private converstion of our own, until we got rudely interrrupted.”
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