1. Zack
Zack
I ’m hallucinating.
I swallowed too many pills, and now I’m seeing a goddamn fucking nun in the middle of the road. That’s the only logical explanation for it.
She’s running straight at me. I should stop the car. That would be the sensible thing to do so I don’t plow into her. But she can’t be real.
The clock is glaring the numbers of the witching hour at me.
I remember waking up needing to piss when I was a little kid and seeing those numbers.
Dad told me and my sister, Kat, “ That’s when the ghouls come to get you.
” So, of course, I pissed the bed that night, and, of course, I got my ass spanked for it the next morning.
For years he terrified me with that one sentence, but I learned that ghosts and ghouls don’t exist. The only monster at home was the one who was supposed to love me.
There are no phantoms lurking in the woods at night, and certainly no ghostly nuns haunting the roads.
Which means she’s real .
Shit.
My foot slams down on the brakes, the tires screech just as the headlights blind her. She squeezes her eyes shut as she holds her hands out. They slam down on the black hood of my car as it stops mere inches from her body.
I’m too stunned to move. All I can do is stare at her. She looks mid-twenties, about my age. Curly, dark brown hair falls free from her habit, framing her face, and drawing my attention to the rosy hue on her light brown cheeks. Above them, shimmering amber eyes stare at me in shock.
An angel has come for me.
What are the chances of that on tonight of all nights?
Out of nowhere, I burst into a huge fit of uncontrollable laughter. Tears stream down my face until I can’t see.
Her banging on the window is what makes me stop and take a breath. After wiping my eyes dry, I let loose a happy sigh, and roll down the window, flashing her my most charming smile. “Evening, darlin’.”
“You stopped,” she pants. “Thank you.” Her big pouty lips are fucking sinful, the way they mold around each word. Perfect cock-sucking lips.
Briefly, I glance around. It’s only the two of us out here, all alone in the dark. My attention isn’t drawn away from her for too long, and while she’s busy scanning the side of the road for some unknown threat, I relish in devouring her body with my eyes.
I’m taking this as a good sign. It’s not every night a sexy little nun is desperately in need of help. I can already imagine the things I could make her do for protection.
“I really need a ride.”
A ride on my dick, maybe.
Now, I should do the decent thing and take this clearly distressed woman to wherever the fuck she needs to go, maybe even have some fun along the way, but I’m on a time limit. Unfortunately, I have to push aside all those tempting thoughts and focus on my end goal.
“No can do.” Turning away, I put my hand back on the steering wheel.
“Wait, please!” She grabs my arm through the open window, and her angelic touch sears through the thick leather of my jacket, right through to my skin. “I’ll pay you. I need to get out of here right now.”
Just drive away. Leave her to whatever or whoever she’s running from and drive away.
But those lips. They’d make the drive way more interesting.
That was my cock talking not me. Deceitful bastard. He knows we’re busy tonight. We’ve not got time to be screwing around in any capacity.
A nun. Just think of how much fun it would be to play with her until she breaks.
I know, I know, but…
Come on! It’s not like you’ll have to deal with the consequences. Hell, maybe she’ll wash away your sins or whatever bullshit it is they teach at Sunday school. Maybe you wouldn’t even have to end ? —
No. I’m not going there.
She’s still staring at me with those big eyes like she thinks I’ll actually save her.
I tap my fingers erratically on the wheel as I weigh up my options.
It probably won’t hurt to push back the schedule a little bit. After all, I’ve never had a nun before, and breaking in a devout cunt sounds like the perfect addition to my bucket list.
“Fine. Get in.”