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“Jesus,” Father Logan muttered, suddenly on his feet, towering over me like he barely contained himself. “Wider, let me see it all.”
Father Bridge rolled my hips up and forward, revealing all of me, and I was far too gone to care. I sought the release that ached deep inside me. I panted for breath as the slapping sound resonated through the library. It was a strange sensation to burn up from arousal and embarrassment at the same time.
Father Bridge plunged in and out of me faster, his eyes starting to roll up.
“Fuck, you’re tight.”
“Pull out, Bridge,” Father Logan growled. “Fuck, pull out.”
A second later, the explosion of my orgasm tore through me, coming so fast, I lost control of my body. I shuddered, crying out from the climax strangling me, consuming me.
Father Bridge plunged into me, thrusting hard once more, then pulled out and turned away, grunting what I could only assume was his own finish.
My body shook, coming down from the tidal wave of pleasure surging through me.
“Are you okay, Kitty Kat?” Father Logan asked, looking down at me, the hunger behind his gaze wild. That dark stare stayed on me, drinking me in.
I expected him to kiss me and take Father Bridge’s place, but he never did. Instead, he reached over and ran a thumb over my cheek.
“You’re fucking gorgeous.”
Barely able to breathe, I glanced over to Father Bridge, who held his robe scrunched up over his cock, the dark stain on the fabric evidence of his pleasure.
“Christ, but you were fucking stunning,” he said, his voice rugged. “And such a good girl.”
The tone of his voice and his soft, irresistible smile promised me this wasn’t going to be our last time together.
“I heard about what you did to Father Bridge in the main room during the family visitations,” he began, an eyebrow arching with intrigue. “And that it was meant to be me. That’s interesting…”
I froze, even as my body was humming with desire. My gaze darted between the two Fathers as a slow realization began to settle within me. They knew. They knew everything.
Were they playing me? Setting this whole thing up?
“Okay, what’s going on here?” I demanded as Father Bridge moved to untie the ropes from around my wrists, then kissed them gently. Despite the room being filled with books and knowledge, I felt clueless and lost around these two.
After a moment that stretched into what felt like an eternity, Father Logan spoke.
“That was everything I needed to see,” he stated cryptically, his voice echoing through the library.
I blinked at him, dumbfounded. “What do you mean?”
Just as suddenly as he had appeared, Father Logan turned away and strode out of the room, leaving me in a state of utter confusion.
Father Bridge was at my side, sliding a hand under my back and lifting me to sit on the edge of the desk. He retrieved my clothes and dressed me before placing a kiss on my lips. One that lasted more than a peck should.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Every action has a reaction,” he murmured. He didn’t wait for me to respond. With a nod and a soft smile, he released me and followed Father Logan’s footsteps, leaving the library.
“Are you joking?” I called out to him.
I stood there alone, with my mouth hanging open, in the echoing silence of the library.
The assholes were playing a twisted game of revenge. My mind reeled as the pieces of their plan fell into place—my mistaken blowjob, me telling Father Bridge I hadn’t intended it to be for him, the secretive glances.
Their little game left me more entertained than I’d probably ever admit, but it was hard to ignore the sting of embarrassment.
What was funny was that they got so caught up in their game, they forgot they weren’t the only ones with eyes. Yeah, they thought they had me fooled, thought I was a gullible girl. They messed up and didn’t cover their tracks well enough.
