Page 47 of Drag You Down
Iamcoveting this.
I shouldn’t be.
Gabriel continues to bathe me, his touch gentle and warm. “Don’t worry about any of those things for now. Just focus on feeling good, boy. Let me take care of you.” He suddenly leans in.
I could evade his touch. The tub has plenty of space, and I could move to one of the other sitting ledges.
But I stay, allowing him to brush his lips against mine.
“Let Daddy take care of you, boy,” Gabriel says.
The words run down my spine like an electrical current.
Daddy. Boy.
Why are they so compelling?
They shouldn’t be. They sound so wrong.
“You aren’t my father,” I whisper. “I have Father Zachariah to take care of me.”
But Father Zachariah doesn’t call me little lamb, or boy, or anything that makes warmth blossom inside of me. What does itmeanthat Gabriel wants me to call himDaddy?
“I’m not your father, but I’ll be your Daddy,” Gabriel says. He kisses me gently, and I sob against his lips, my head so hot, my cockhard.
When Gabriel pulls away, he smiles. “I’ll be so good to you, my little lamb. I’ll make sure to give you everything you need. I’ll protect you from the world and keep you safe in my arms. You won’t ever have to be afraid again.”
It sounds like a dream, a distant dream that I’ve fervently hoped for so many times. How many times have I wished for someone to help me, someone to save me?
But no matter what he says, he’s no avenging angel.
He’s temptation incarnate.
“What about my sister?” I ask, because for a moment, I consider what he’s offering.
It’s a terrifying proposition, but so is the idea of going back and facing Father Zachariah.
A small scowl crosses Gabriel’s brow, but he smooths his expression quickly. “We can get her out too, if you want. I can afford to get her a private apartment somewhere.”
Something in me falters. “Why wouldn’t I want to? She’s mysister. Don’t you have family you want to protect?”
Gabriel’s expression freezes. “I have a brother. And parents. But they live in Benton. I don’t see them often.”
Benton City is only a few hours away. I can’t imagine living so close to Eve but not seeing her often. She’s too much a part of my life.
But it’s obvious Gabriel’s family is more complicated than mine.
I realize I don’t know what to say now, and I slide deeper into the water so it comes up to my chin. I’m still hard, still needy for things I shouldn’t think about, for things I can’t think about lest the worst happen.
“Here, boy. Lean back and get your hair wet so I can shampoo your hair.” Gabriel presses against my chest to tilt me backwards.
I let him.
I lean back, and back, not just getting my hair wet but submerging myself in the tub.
He holds my body to prevent me from going too far under. I am cradled in the warm water, and I think?—
This is a baptism.
