Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 52190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
I tell him what we’re thinking for the tattoos, and he grins, nodding, asking where on our bodies we want them, and we both in unison say ‘Over our hearts’ so I guess that’s settled. But before he starts, I pull him to one side and whisper an extra instruction, just between us.
Lucky for me, Rod isn’t averse to an underhanded deal or two, especially if I’m offering more money.
I sit with Kitty while she has hers done, holding her hand tight since it’s her first time. But if I have any doubts about her ability to take pain, they don’t last. Suddenly, all I can think about is what I can do to test those limits next time we play.
And then it’s my turn, and I chat with them both while Rod works on my chest, inking the shape of the molecule into my skin, a permanent reminder of how much Kitty means to me.
“Hey, what’s this?” she asks as we head out of the shop, pointing at the letters within her own tattoo, small but obvious, and upside down so she can read them by looking down at her own chest.
Shit, I don’t need any excuse.
“My initials, baby.” I point at my own chest. “And yours right here where they belong. Now we’ll always have a little piece of each other to carry around.”
She grins, turning to look back at the shop as we walk. “I didn’t ask for these.”
“I did. And I paid Rod extra to do it for me. You’re mine, Kitty. And I’m yours.”
“Are we really doing this? I mean, you’re still a priest and—your vows. All that you said…”
I catch her up into my arms, pulling her in, putting my lips on hers as my hands slide to her ass and her legs wrap around my middle. Yes, I’m still a priest. For now. But we’ll work it all out.
Because me and her? We’re forever.
CHAPTER 14
Kitty
My first impression of this church was that it would make a fantastic hotel. But now I’m not so sure.
For some reason, I’m thinking family home.
I mean, hear me out for a second. Right now, sure, it’s cold and austere, and gives me a bit of an Addams Family vibe. But with the right decorator’s touch, renovations to all the rooms, maybe knock through a couple of the school rooms here and there… You could definitely raise a family here. A big family.
As we head up in the Mustang, past the church buildings and on up a barely visible path to an overlook that belongs to the church, I’m getting visions of picnics with children. My children. Children I don’t have yet but maybe…
Maybe…
“Pretty secluded,” I point out. “You could do anything to me and nobody would know.” He stares at me and I grin. “What? I’m just saying. In a way, you own this land, right? So, I know, the vows and all but.... No jail time if we got caught.”
I want to ask the big question but my heart would break into a million tiny pieces if I didn’t get the answer I want.
Are you going to forgo your vows? Are we going to really be together?
He said he wouldn’t…consummate because of his vows, but, so does that mean forever? These are important questions and I’m caught up in how I feel and avoiding the glaring red flats flapping over his head.
He smirks giving me nothing to build on as he pulls up on the grass, and the ocean stretches in front of us like a metaphor for the rest of our lives. Ours to shape as we like. Ours to explore.
“I don’t own this land,” he says as he shifts the car into park. “But… Well, I might.”
“What? The church owns it, right?”
“The did, or do. It’s not a done deal yet so I don’t want to write checks my ass can’t cash, but it’s been a part of the plan for a while now especially when the renovation costs started to skyrocket. The church isn’t usually interested in selling old buildings or land, but this one costs a lot to keep for the few parishioners that use it. The population here has declined so much and lets face it, Maine is not going to see an population explosion anytime soon.” He pauses on that, his eyes licking up and down my body leaving fire in their wake and that ovarian flex I keep feeling returns.
“My grandmother has a lot of influence, that’s the meeting I was at for two days. Working out the details. She was there too, she’s made huge donations to the church. Makes a difference.”
“Wait, so you’re going to own all this? As, like, arch deacon or whatever?”
Please, just say you’re not going to be a priest. I’m sorry God, I don’t mean to steal him from you, but if you don’t ever make mistakes, then you put us together, so seal this freakin’ deal already, I’m dyin’ here.