Page 21 of Property of Quake

Not even a little bit.

“Yes,” I lie, ignoring the anxiety rolling in my gut. It’s bad enough that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Quake since he left yesterday, but add in my lustful dreams, and I have no clue how to speak the truth. “I’m just worried about Sacred Haven’s ability to provide for the children.”

“Ah, yes, Sister Beatrice filled me in on the funding issues.”

“She did?”

As far as I’m aware, Father James has nothing to do with the home's donations or monetary concerns. Well, other than prayer, that is.

“Of course.” He smiles. “I will certainly be praying about the matter.”

Prayer doesn’t equate to funds.

“As will I.”

He stands but makes no move to walk away. “Are you sure there’s nothing else

on your mind?”

“Yes,” I reply, and when his gaze sharpens, I know he’s not buying it, but he doesn’t question me further.

“Well, I’m always available if you need anything.”

“Thank you, Father.”

Father James nods before turning and walking out of the chapel. Once I’m alone again, I breathe a sigh of relief. Sagging against the pew, I allow myself to remember the rest of my dream.

“It’s obvious that we’re both naked,” I begin. “And that one of the other nuns could walk in any minute.”

That’s not entirely true. Everyone else is likely sound asleep. I’m only awake because I couldn’t stop thinking about the man in front of me and thought a shower would help. I was wrong.

“Then we better make this quick,” Quake says, easing me back against the wall.

His mouth descends on mine, and I moan at the sensations rolling through my body at the contact. I’ve never kissed a man before, yet somehow, I know exactly what to do.

I flatten my palms against his chest, and when his tongue pushes past my lips, I curl my fingers into his flesh. His heartbeat thuds wildly, and a feeling of sensual power bursts forth.

Quake pulls away and levels his stare on mine. “I need to fuck you, Sister. Please let me fuck you.”

“Whitney,” I breathe. “My name is Whitney. And yes, please fuck me, Quake.”

He lifts me up, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist. Reaching between us, he lines his dick up at my entrance. A flash of pain tears through me the moment he thrusts inside, but it doesn’t last long before the pleasure overrides everything else.

“Goddamn, you’re so tight,” he growls.

My hands are everywhere: his chest, hair, face, shoulders. I grab anything I can, trying to hold on for dear life because if I don’t, I just might float away.

“I can’t… I don’t…” Complete sentences are beyond me as I pant. “I’ve never…”

“You can, and you will.”

Quake doesn’t let up, and before I know what’s happening, I explode into a state of carnal bliss. He grunts, hammering into me a few more times until he comes.

He sets me on my feet, keeping an arm around me so I don’t collapse.

Smiling down at me, he says, “I hope what we just did doesn’t send your soul to Hell.”

Standing, I take a few steps to the altar at the front of the chapel, and then I make the sign of the cross.