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Out the window, Martin is turned toward the view of the ocean, hand on his head, his other hand holding the phone to his ear as he talks, gesturing every few seconds clearing involved in an important priestly conversation.
Fuck it.
I wasn’t wanted at home and here, I’m just a side-preist’s plaything. Nu-uh. It’s time for Kitty to grab her self by the balls and stop being the sub-character is someone else’s romance.
I ease open the door, the radio playing ‘Born to Run’ by Bruce Springsteen and now,that’sa sign.
I bolt onto the damp grass for the tree line. There’s a road down to the compound just through the trees, I’ll get my phone and figure out my own life. Fuck everyone else. I can do this. I don’t need Mom or Hoover or Martin.
Iwanthim, yeah.
But need him?
Okay, whatever,now’s not the time to split hairs. My feet pound onto the soft dirty path covered with pine needles as I reach the edge of the woods.
Each breath burns as I push my lungs beyond their capacity reminding me I really need to add some cardio to my routine, but fuck it, right now, I just want to be away. Away from the fantasy that is clearly not the same one that Martin is having.
“Okay, just a little farther.” I tell myself as I scan the trees, I dig in my heels as I notice a crumbling stone structure just beyond the pines in a overgrown clearing and I decide to head that way when I hear my name.
Shit, he’s onto me. I figured any call with a Bishop would take longer.
“Kitty?Kitty!”
I ball it toward the structure, hoping there’s some old crypt I can tuck into and hope that he will go on by or head down to the church thinking that’s where I’ve gone.
I slip on the moss that covers the stone steps, swinging inside where the door has long rotted away and press my back onto the stone wall, sliding sideways. The inside is relatively intact if you don’t count the vines that have intruded through a few cracks in the mortar. There’s an altar at the front, the stone wall is broken away and grass has crept over the floor making it look like a green carpet blankets the entire area in front of the carved cross and altar at the front of the small church.
I steady my breath, my belly quivering from the run, my tennis shoes damp and my white skirt clings to the sheen of sweat that’s covering my body.
The birds chirping somewhere in the rafters mixes with a few crickets hiding out in the corners as blood rushes in my ears, my heart pounding into my throat.
His footfalls come before I hear my name and I burst from the corner of the church toward the open wall at the front just as Martin barrels through the open doorway.
“Kitty?” I’m slipping on the stone as he catches sight of me, confusion twisting his features. But, God, he’s fast, he got here in like ten seconds. “What are you doing? Are we playing chase?”
CHAPTER 15
Martin
Her tits heave up and down as I grab her arm before she can tear through the broken-down wall.
I don’t think she’s playing. The idea of a little chase and capture has my dick rising but from the way she’s throwing daggers with her narrow green eyes I’m not thinking we’re quite on the same page with that yet.
“What the fuck?” I hiss, the rage and terror in her eyes makes me pause, but the fuck if I’m letting go. “Where are you going? Thirty seconds ago you were fine.”
She twists on a grunt, her face in a grimace. “I wasn’t fine. I waspretendingto be fine.”
“Why would you pretend anything with me? I told you, no judgement. That’s not just for the fucking journals little dove. That’s for you. For us.”
She’s unleased a monster inside of me. We’re not leaving her without my cum inside her. I won’t go out into the world until she’s mine. I’m officially free and it’s time to bathe my virgin dick in her innocent little honey pot and I’m not taking no for an answer.
There’s a choir of voices shaming me inside my head but I’ll deal with my guilt later. I’ve waited so fucking long for her, for this, there’s nothing that could stop me now.
“We’ve been doing all this—” She throws her free arm around as she battle and tugs to get away from me but I only pull her body closer. “Stuff. But, you never, you haven’t…” She lets out a frustrated groan. “You won’t commit. I can’t be with a priest!”
She’s kicking and screaming like a feral cat but I know what she needs. What we both need.
“I’ve broken my vows officially, now I’m going to break you. And me….”
