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I leave the kitchen and walk straight to my office. I need some space. I can see why King was so in love with her. Not only is she a gorgeous woman, but she's sweet. You can tell she's caring, and not pretentious like I thought she'd be. Her mom and dad are the worst type of wealthy. I still can't believe King's mom married her dad. Reginald. Ugh, even his name is pompous. I got King’s mother pregnant when we were young and stupid. I’m happy she’s found someone who can give her the life she’s always wanted, but it still makes me feel like shit thinking about how much she traded up.
Less than an hour later, I’m frustrated and suffering from writer's block. I leave my office and head down to the kitchen for a drink. I'm struggling to write my sermon for this Sunday, and I think I just need a change of scenery.
Water splashes in the sink as I turn the corner and I freeze. Tempest is bent over the dishwasher, loading it, and I close my eyes and say a quick prayer. I don’t think what she’s wearing classifies as shorts.
I swear I can see the curve of her ass escaping from her bottoms.
I want to demand that she put more clothes on, but that’s dumb, right? I’m a Christian now. I can demand that my cock settles down and it’ll do it. Right?
Feeling silly that I’m talking to myself, I force myself to step into the kitchen. I refuse to have her run me out of my own home, just because she doesn’t own clothes that cover her various… assets.
This woman is the perfect temptation with all of her gorgeous curves, and as she turns to get another dish, I nearly swallow my tongue. Her tits are the perfect size to bury my head in and never come out of.
Forgive me, Father, for my eyes have a mind of their own.
I pull out a chair at the table and set my sermon down. I try not to let my eyes drift, and focus instead on what I’m going to be preaching. But there is so much smooth, tanned skin on display, even I can’t help my body's reaction.
Tempest hums as she finishes loading the dishwasher and sets it to start. As she begins to wipe down the counters, my eyes keep being drawn to her ass as it bounces while she works.
Closing my eyes, I breathe deeply. I know Tempest and King were involved two years ago when he was living with his mom. It’s all I heard when his mother called me and asked me to give him his own change of scenery. Things were really bad for him after his mom found out they were dating, and honestly, they weren’t being as discreet as they thought they were.
I don’t think anyone could say no to the temptation that is Tempest Rian. I don’t blame my son for being dragged in by her beauty. Her large blue eyes make me stare into them for a moment too long, and I am worried she’s going to be a problem.
I am a man of God though, and I stand by my promises. She essentially has nowhere else to go, and I refuse to let her mother throw her onto the streets. Everything is so complicated. More than anything, I wonder too late now how King is going to handle his step-sister living with him again.
King was broken when Tempest and he were separated, and he went through a deep depression. He quit sleeping, he’d work himself into exhaustion tinkering with his car, and he begged his mother to let him see Tempest.
And then the Chastity fiasco happened, and his mother didn’t know what to think. Is it possible he really is the father? Shaking my head as I make a note in my notebook, I know it’s not true. My son isn’t a liar. He may sneak around, but he would never get an underaged girl pregnant.
Looking up at the kind girl in front of me, I remember her mother telling me all of Tempest’s sins. The woman is a miserable person, and it’s amazing she hasn’t rubbed off on her daughter. Tempest’s mother told me she was expelled because she befriended the head nun’s granddaughter and was sleeping with her. I should pray for her redemption, but for some reason, the idea of her getting lost in another woman’s arms makes me hard again… and jealous.
Damn. I really am in trouble when it comes to this girl.
Burying my head in my work, I ignore the gorgeous woman cleaning my kitchen meticulously, and her surreptitious glances when she thinks I’m not paying attention. I think if I can just keep my eyes and dick in control then we’ll be okay. I refuse to go back to my bad boy ways.
CHAPTER SIX
KING
Tempest has only been here for a few days and I’m already feeling myself slip back into the old me. Her things are in my shower, and the fact she’s within arm’s reach now, yet still a million miles away, is making me consider doing some really sinful things.
I knock on Holly’s door and wait for her to answer. We made plans to go to the next town over and see a movie. PG-13 of course, but maybe she will let me hold her hand while we watch it.
She answers the door and gives me a smile before yelling at her little sister to shut up, then takes my arm as I walk her to my car. It's my pride and joy that I spend way too much time and money on.
I reach for her hand, but she digs her nails deeper into the skin of my clothed arm. I wish she would just let me touch her.
I really miss human touch, hugs, and kisses from the person I care about. Holly is so aloof, always holding her beliefs firmly. I get it, I do. I walk the path of a good Christian now too, but I’m not perfect.
I open the car door and she climbs in, not even thanking me. I sigh and move around to my side. I was hoping for a good night, but I guess she’s still a little pissy that I didn’t bring her flowers. I thought she was joking about them. I’ve never been the type to buy a girl flowers, and it’s not like she’s even treating me like a boyfriend. I’ve been placed firmly in the friend zone. But, at the same time, she likes to make it known to all the other girls at church that I’m hers.
I’m about to lose my mind with the back and forth, and now that Tempest is here… Ugh, the reality is, I want more, and this relationship is falling short on my needs.
We arrive at the movies and I turn to face Holly, but she pouts at me and nods toward her door. I suppress a roll of my eyes and climb out to escort her inside.
When we enter the theater, I get our tickets, and her some popcorn, before excusing myself to the bathroom. I’m still uncomfortably hard. Tempest was in a tiny pair of shorts and a sports bra when I left, and my cock hasn’t softened since. I’m hard and needy, and it was a challenge hiding it from Holly the entire ride to the movies. I quickly rearrange myself, then meet Holly at the theater door.
Once inside, and seated in the middle of an empty theater, I stare at Holly’s perfectly curled auburn hair and pretty dress, and wonder if she’ll let me kiss her tonight.
