Page 34 of Take Me to Church
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I haven’t touched a woman in almost a year. The fast fucks and hookups that use to sate me no longer carry any appeal. That’s probably why I can’t get the thought of Lydia in my bed out of my head. Why I can’t help but envision her naked body as she steps into my shower, running her hands over all that soft skin as she gets ready to sleep on my sheets.
It’s definitely why my own hand moves to grip my straining dick, fisting it tight as I let myself imagine, just for a second, how it might feel to sink into Lydia’s warm, willing body. To show her real men don’t want a woman who simply accepts sex as a duty. A task they must withstand for the sake of salvation.
But maybe Lydia already knows.
The possibility of another man with his hands on her sends jealousy streaking through my already tense body—fists my hand tighter as I pump into it, angry.
Whoever’s touched her, I know I could do better. I could make her forget there was ever anyone but me.
I could be all she wants.
That thought pushes me over the edge, spurting against the tile, imagining my mouth between her thighs as they lock around my head.
The door to the bathroom bangs open, and the shower curtain whips to one side.
Lydia’s caught me red-handed, literally. But she doesn’t seem to notice.
Her skin is flushed, eyes wide as she shoves her cell phone in my direction. “Myra wants to talk to you.”
13
LYDIA
I SHOVE THE phone closer to Christian, desperate for him to take it before something happens and Myra has to hang up. Unfortunately, I’ve definitely caught him off guard and he stares at me in shock for what feels like an eternity as water continues to run down his naked body.
I do everything possible to keep my eyes on his face. To keep them from drifting down the solid wall of his chest, past the cut of his obliques to where his hand covers his dick. I fail, and that’s when it registers that his hand isn’t there in an attempt to retain some semblance of modesty.
It’s gripping the still slightly erect length of him.
I swallow hard. I’ve interrupted much more than a shower.
I force my eyes to the ceiling, hating myself just a little bit for being so easily distracted from my sister’s needs, and feeling guilty about wanting to linger on the thought of what was happening when I walked in. “Please talk to her. She’ll tell you what you need to hear.”
Christian carefully takes the phone from me with the hand not on his dick, steps back from the water, and presses it to his ear. “Myra?”
His eyes meet mine as he listens, the hand I am trying so hard not to consider shutting off the spray before he steps out. Enormously big, utterly nude, and completely soaking wet, his movement sends me stepping back to avoid ending up pressed against him.
I want to hold my ground, just to see what might happen, but I can’t. Not when I’m so close to having everything I need to get my sister safe.
“Do you know where you are?” Christian snags a towel from the rack, wrapping it around his waist without bothering to dry himself off first.
“Is it a new property he purchased?” He tucks the phone against one broad shoulder and wedges the end of the towel into place before walking past me into the bedroom. I trail behind him, twisting my hands together. Hopefully Myra has enough information about where she is for him to track her down.
“How long did it take you to get there?” Christian stands at the foot of the bed, looking calm and confident and in control—so many things I’ve never felt—and for the first time I really feel like this might happen. Getting Myra out of Arkansas has weighed heavily on my shoulders, and knowing I was her only hope of escaping was terrifying.
But now it’s not just me. Now I have help. Help from someone completely capable of doing whatever it takes to get her out of there.
Whateverit takes.
“Myra?” Christian’s eyes meet mine. “Myra? Are you still there?” He pulls my phone from his ear and looks at the screen, lips pressing into a frown. “The call dropped.”
My throat goes tight. “No. She had to hang up because he was back.” I close my eyes against the burn of tears because I know what will happen if she was caught on the phone. I can’t focus on that. I can’t let myself get dragged down by what I know she’s going through because I’ll start to spiral. “Did you get what you needed?”
“Yes.” Christian’s voice is very close and very soft. “She said she wants out.”
I let out a shuddering breath that sits somewhere between relief and regret as I open my eyes and find him standing directly in front of me. “I told you.”
