“I’d like to burn it.”
So matter of fact.The sky is blue. The grass is green. I’d like to set this church on fire.
“There's a lighter in the car,” I add.
He tilts his head. Considering. Imagining.
Seba hooks my belt loop, tugging me against him as his lips graze Cade’s ear. “If we burn it, we can’t defile it.”
The blue in Cade’s eyes glows with deviance. Seba mouths to the delicate skin over Cade’s pulse. He’s panting.I’mpanting. Then Seba’s fingers wander beneath the hem of Cade’s tank. “Want you…”
Cade reaches back to hold him there. “Want you more.”
I clap. “Inside.Now.”
Theyreluctantly separate enough for Seba to use his old key. I scan the desolate dirt lot again. “So what’s the plan if someonedoesshow up?”
Seba shrugs. “Be a good Christian and don’t get caught.”
Cade stops on the top step andlaughs. Full and light with surprise. “Fuck, I love you.”
Seba’s hand shoots to his throat and smashes their mouths together. Arousal coils in my core. I push them over the threshold and lock the door behind us. Their tongues battle, teeth knocking and hands clawing at each other’s clothes, desperate for skin.
Watching them attack each other with violent passion is fucking addictive. They’re feral— hungry for it constantly. As much as I wish I had their stamina, I’m just not built for it. Some nights, when I’m too sore from physical therapy or struggling through a flare-up, I’ll just enjoy the show. But tonight? Tonight, I’m ready to play.
By the time they reach the aisle, they’re both half naked. I take my time stripping to my fishnets, feeding off their insatiable lust.
“Can’t… get… enough,” Seba growls between savage kisses. Their boxers fall to the stone last. Once Cade’s ass hits the altar, Seba rears back?—
Teeth sink into the crook of Cade’s neck.
“Make it bruise,” he groans, “Make itbleed.”
I ascend the shallow steps, skimming my nails across Seba’s bare back, marveling the rippling muscle beneath tanned skin. Kiss swollen lips and glazed eyes. Cheeks flushed, breathing heavy. A painting of debauchery and love.
Trailing a finger down Seba’s spine to the dimples above his ass, I bite my lip. He’s a work of art— sculpted and honed from years of football and work in the grove.
“More,” Cade demands.
Seba answers by spreading him on the white tablecloth like the holy sacrament and lavishing Cade’s nipples with bites and sucks. Tearing open a lube packet, I toss the remaining strip on the altar, pouring the slippery gel down Seba’s crease beforegliding my coated fingers between his firm cheeks. I lean in, kissing his shoulder as my fingertips tease his rim.
A low grunt and his hips flex. I massage around the twitching ring, reveling in the way he clenches when I nudge a fingertip inside. It’s vulnerable and insanely intimate, touching him here. I’m obsessed with it. Obsessed with how his body reacts to my touch.
Seba shudders when I push in to the knuckle. Cade props up on his elbows, craning his neck to watch while Seba descends on his heaving stomach.
“Your plug in, Heathen?”
Cade nods quickly.
“Show us,” he growls.
Grasping his thighs, he pulls his legs to his chest, exposing the flared base of the plug I put in him before we left. Seba ducks to lick the stretched rim of his filled hole.
Cade trembles. “Ffffuck,” he whimpers. “Turn it on.”
“You can’t come yet,” Seba warns.
“I won’t, I won’t, I promise.”
