Page 57 of Take Me to Church
And it’s nothing like the other two orgasms I’ve had. This one is consuming. Possesses me in a way I can’t explain and might not survive. It claims my body and maybe even my soul, stealing all thought and reasoning, leaving nothing but a whimpering, writhing mess.
Christian buries his body into mine, reaching deeper than ever before as he shudders against me, breath ragged and choppy as he goes still.
I blink, unable to really process what just happened. Between the sex and the revelation, my brain is filled to capacity.
But then Christian leans close, his lips brushing against my ear as he adds a little more to my poor flooded mind.
“And now you’re all mine.”
* * *
"LYDIA."
I jerk awake, detangling myself from Christian as I work my way upright at the sound of my sister’s voice.
Christian groans as I roll off of him, sliding from the couch to the floor, my butt dropping against the area rug while my legs stay draped across the sofa.
"Myra's awake." I manage to get to my feet, straightening the fabric of my sleep shirt as I hurry toward the office door.
Christian is right behind me as I rush out into the entryway, glancing up the staircase, expecting to see my sister at the top of it. But the only person standing at the top of the stairs is Piper, and she looks half asleep.
I glance around, uncertain where Myra might be.
A banging noise in the kitchen clues me in, and I head in her direction. She sounds upset. Like the reality of what happened last night is finally sinking in. I want to be there for her. To help her through the process of—
I stop short when I see my sister in Christian’s kitchen, fingers stabbing at his high-end espresso machine. "Fucking, crazy ass—" Myra swings around to face me, blowing out a dramatic breath as she thumbs over one shoulder. "How in the hell do you use this thing?"
If I was surprised by how Myra was acting last night, today I'm absolutely flabbergasted. "I don't know."
Her eyes move from me to where Christian stands at my side and then back again. "Did you stop drinking coffee?"
"No." Her confusion is confusing me. "This is Christian’s house."
Myra's lips flatten as she gives me a side-eyed look. "Yeah. I figured that, but I assumed you lived with him."
Christian moves between us, his big, mostly naked body blocking my view of my sister. "It seems complicated, but it's not." He grabs a little lever on the top of the machine and twists it open. The entire top hatch lifts up in a coordinated move that sends a metal pod dropping into a hidden well. "It's kinda like a Keurig." He glances at Myra. "Have you used a Keurig before?"
She makes a face at him. "The IGL only likes to pretend it’s the fifties when women are concerned. They’re happily integrated into modern society on most things."
"I'll take that as a yes." Christian opens the cabinet above the machine, revealing stacks of cardboard sleeves. Each one is torn open at the end to reveal more of the metal pods. "Pick your poison."
Myra ponders for a second before snagging a pale purple tinted option. "Do you have milk to froth?"
"Dairy and almond." Christian leans back, crossing his arms as he props one hip against the counter. "Does that change your choice?"
"Nope. Confirms it." Myra leans closer to the machine, peering at it before dropping the disc into the well that automatically vacated upon opening. "Now I just close it?"
Christian reaches out, pushing down the hatch before sliding the lever into place. "Close it and then press the flashing button."
Myra does as he instructs and offers him a smile. "Thanks." Her smile slips a little. "And thank you for coming to get me. I don't think there are a lot of people who would've done that."
I cringe inwardly because it's more than she might think. Being reminded of Rodney, and all that happened because I brought him into my life, dampens my mood instantly.
"That's not something you have to thank me for." Christian’s eyes come to me. "I'm gonna go take a shower." He pushes off the counter, giving me a smoldering look as he passes, one that makes me think the ache I woke up with between my thighs isn't as bad as I initially thought.
Unfortunately, Christian and I are nowhere near alone right now, and I have important things to deal with.
Like what in the hell is going on with Myra.
