I laughed, feeling lighter than I had in years. Whatever came next, whatever battles we’d have to fight, I knew we’d face them side by side. And for the first time since I’d arrived in Sagebrush, I felt like I was exactly where I belonged.
And so, as soon as the church was empty, I led Cash to the front doors and did just what Dolly said. I reached up, flippedthe latch, and locked us in. Then, I turned to my man, and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“So, cowboy…” I began. “You wanna have some fun?”
“Cowboy?” he asked, pulling me tight against him. I could already feel the stiffness in the crotch of his jeans. “Don’t know if I’m much of that.”
“You own a ranch, don’t you?”
“Well, yeah but?—”
“Then you’re a cowboy,” I grinned. “We’ll get you a hat this week. Then we can figure out how we’re gonna build you a home on that land of yours.”
He grinned, stooping low so that our lips were only an inch apart. “How about a home for both of us, pastor?”
My heart raced and my stomach fluttered. Before I knew it I was kissing him so hard that I nearly knocked him over.
“You better fuck me right here and now, Cash,” I said, kissing him over and over again.
“Is that all it takes?” he laughed, gathering me up into his arms as I wrapped my legs around his waist. “Just a few pretty words?”
I laughed against his mouth, my hands tangling in his hair. “More than that,” I admitted breathlessly. “But it’s a good start.”
He carried me toward the altar, his lips never leaving mine, and I felt a thrill run through me at the sacrilege of it all. The irony wasn’t lost on me either. Here I was, the gay pastor who’d just come out to his entire congregation, about to defile the very place where I preached about love and acceptance every Sunday.
“You sure about this?” Cash asked as he set me down on the steps leading up to the altar, his hands already working at the buttons of my dress shirt. “Seems a little...blasphemous.”
“God is love,” I said, pulling his face down to mine for another kiss. “And I love you. I can’t think of anywhere more appropriate.” Then I added, “Just don’ttellanyone.”
That earned me a growl of approval as he stripped my shirt away, his calloused hands immediately finding my chest. I arched into his touch, already aching for more despite the fact that we’d made love just that morning before getting ready for church.
“Besides,” I added with a wicked grin, “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be taken on an altar.”
Cash’s eyes darkened at my words, and suddenly his hands were everywhere. He was tugging at my belt, pushing my pants down my hips, and mapping every inch of exposed skin like he was claiming territory. I helped him strip away his own clothes with fumbling fingers, both of us laughing when his shirt got caught on his head.
When we were both naked, he pressed me back against the altar steps, the cool stone sending shivers across my heated skin. The late morning light streaming through the stained glass windows painted our bodies in brilliant blues and reds and golds, making everything feel ethereal and sacred despite the decidedly unholy things we were about to do.
“You’re so beautiful,” Cash murmured, his mouth trailing down my throat to my chest. “Can’t believe you’re mine.”
“Believe it,” I gasped as his teeth found my nipple, sending sparks of pleasure straight to my cock. “I’m always gonna be yours, Cash.”
He worked his way lower, his tongue tracing patterns across my ribs, my stomach, the sharp jut of my hipbone. When he reached my cock, already hard and leaking against my belly, he looked up at me with those dark eyes full of mischief.
“Think God minds if I worship you a little?” he asked, his breath hot against my sensitive skin.
I couldn’t form words, just shook my head frantically as he took me into his mouth without warning. The wet heat of him, combined with the knowledge that we were doing this in thesanctuary, had me crying out despite my best efforts to stay quiet.
His mouth worked me with practiced skill, his tongue swirling around the head of my cock before taking me deeper. One hand gripped my hip to hold me steady while the other worked between my legs, his fingers finding my entrance and pressing inside with confidence born of familiarity.
“Cash,” I moaned, my hands fisting in his hair as he added a second finger, stretching me with careful precision. “Please, I need...”
“I know what you need,” he said, pulling away from my cock with an obscene pop. “And I’m gonna give it to you.”
He reached for his jeans, fumbling in the pocket until he found the small bottle of lube he’d started carrying everywhere. The sight of him slicking his fingers, preparing to open me up properly, made my cock twitch with anticipation.
When he pressed three fingers inside me, I couldn’t hold back the cry that escaped my lips. The sound echoed through the empty sanctuary, bouncing off the vaulted ceiling and stained glass windows. It should have felt wrong, but instead it felt like a prayer, a hymn of pleasure and love rising up to whatever divine presence might be listening.
“That’s it,” Cash encouraged, his fingers working inside me with steady strokes. “Let me hear you, baby. Want the whole town to know who’s making you feel this good.”
