My eyes widen, the smile fading quickly from my face.
“I think we’re in trouble,” he whispers.
“What now?” I ask. I desperately don’t want to leave this moment, but there are prices to pay for our actions. I’m still in my habit and he’s still in his collar. We’ve done something sinfully wrong, and they won’t make this easy. But honestly, I don’t care about them… All I’m curious about is what Father Roman will do next.
His hands are still on my body and his cock still buried inside me. As he looks at me, his jaw clenches. “Well, first I’m going to pull out of you. Then, we’re going to have to open that door.”
“And after that?” I hate that there is a tremble in my voice.
He takes my face in his hands and pulls our lips together. Joined at the forehead, he whispers. “After that, things might get complicated, okay? But if you want me to be yours, then I’m yours. And no matter what happens, I’ll be here. Understand?”
I nod, tears welling in my eyes. If I want him to be mine, he’ll be mine. As if that’s even a question.
The only thing I’m questioning is if I’m worth what this will cost him.
Chapter 13
Father Roman
I should feel bad. I know I should probably feel a lot worse than I do for what I just did to a nun-in-training, but I’m too busy reeling from the best orgasm of my life. I can still feel her warm, tight cunt wrapped around my dick.
And I can’t wait to do it again.
This is what we were made to do. Why in the last ten years I decided that I needed to devote myself to God and live my life without something so...perfect, I don’t know. I thought I was following my mother’s dying wishes, but Cora was meant to be part of that dream—I know it. Part of me thinks it was this feeling with Cora that I was searching for all along, something infinite, all-consuming, and eternal. I thought it meant I was destined to be God’s servant, but now I know that’s why He brought her into my life. I was unfulfilled before, but now, with a prospective future with her, all of my days consumed by not just her, but us...my life has never had more purpose.
This was my mother’s dream for me. It had to be.
Sister Abigail is disappointed, and I don’t bother hiding anything. After I cleaned Cora up and gave her one last reassuring kiss, I opened the door to find a red-faced nun who looked at me with more anger and fury than I’ve ever seen.
I’m well aware I cannot blame her for anything. What we did was truly terrible. Fucking like teenagers in a sacred place, and we weren’t even quiet about it.
“Father Roman, we really need to talk.” She gives a scornful glare in Cora’s direction, and that’s what really sets me off.
“I’m sure we do,” I reply. “But for now, I’ll be taking Cora with me.”
Sister Abigail’s eyes go wide. “But Father—”
“Cora is no longer in the program, correct? So she is free to leave.”
“Yes, but—”
“Thank you for your service to the church, Sister Abigail. It’s been a pleasure.”
Turning back to Cora, I pick up her duffel bag and give her a secret wink.
“Merry Christmas, Sister.”
Those are the last words I utter as I lead Cora out of the convent and into my car. She doesn’t even look back.
Once we get back to church, there are a lot of questions to be answered, but I quickly send everyone away for the evening. Services are done. Christmas is over, mostly.
Cora stands shyly in the kitchen, waiting for me when I come looking for her.
We are truly alone, and it feels like there is too much ahead of us to deal with all at once. I want her with me at all times, next to me and with me, but I don’t want to scare her away.
“Are you hungry?” I ask carefully.
She shakes her head.
“Would you like to get settled in your room?”
“My room?”
“Or…” I say, taking a step closer.
“I thought we could…” she adds nervously. I can’t take another second, grabbing her by the hand and pulling her against me. I’ve gone so long with Cora in my life, not touching her or kissing her, but now that I have and I know the taste of her lips, I can’t bear to go one second without it.
I press my mouth to hers, and she melts for me, parting her sweet lips enough to let me in. Our tongues mingle in delicate friction, and she lets out a soft hum. How did a man like me, already halfway through my thirties, end up with such a beautiful woman who actually wants me? It’s too good to be true.
As bad as I want to take her to my bed right now, I have a better idea in mind. “Come with me,” I whisper, breaking the kiss and taking her by the hand. I lead her down the hall and to my attached quarters. It’s a small apartment with my own bathroom, kitchen, living area, and of course, bedroom.
She looks around in awe. With as much as we’ve been together the past five years, I’ve never brought her here. It would have been extremely inappropriate, a thought that only makes me laugh now.
“Shower with me,” I say, pulling her toward the bathroom.
She inhales quickly, her chest expanding and her mouth gently lifting at the corners. Then, she nods eagerly. As her fingers move toward the button of her blouse, I notice the slight tremble.
“Are you nervous?”
She swallows and smiles. “A little.”
“I’ll go in first, and you can meet me in there,” I say. Then I kiss her on the forehead and go into the bathroom alone. As soon as the door shuts, I start up the water and undress quickly, leaving my folded uniform on the countertop. The white collar sits on top and it’s a reminder of what I now have to face.
Brushing the thought aside, I get in the shower and close the curtain. “I’m ready when you are,” I call. Instantly, the door opens, and a moment later, the curtain moves to the side.
She lets out a small gasp when she sees me. Then I remember—Cora has only seen me without my collar a handful of times, and she’s never seen me fully naked. I don’t know if she’s ever seen a man fully naked at all, but a possessive part of me hopes not.
So I take her hand and pull her in. Her soft white hair is down, cascading down her back. Soft freckles cover her shoulders, and I lean down, trying to kiss each one as her hands touch my chest softly, rubbing through my chest hair.
This is heaven, I think as her supple body joins mine under the hot spray of water. My cock is pressed between us, rock hard, but I’m in no hurry. I want to take my time with her now, soaking up every second I can.
I feel her urgency, mostly in how nervous she still seems. She doesn’t know how to do this, but in a way, neither do I. I’ve never been with a woman that I cared about as much as this one. Cora is more than just any woman and this is more than lust. She is everything to me—I knew that the moment she walked in the door five years ago. The connection we felt that day has only grown since and it has all led to this moment.
Turning her back under the spray, I take care with her body, washing her hair and loving the way her hair feels when it’s full of soapy suds. Then I lather up a washcloth and run it along every inch of her skin, marveling in how perfect every single dimple, freckle, and inch of her flesh is.