Andrea
ONE MONTH LATER
The light behind the Stigmata sigil flickers, a forgotten piece of caution tape caught on the stair rail fluttering to the screams of crickets and cicadas.
Somber stained-glass windows stare us down as we exit Seba’s truck, their whispered warnings falling on deaf ears.
All services at St. Gemma’s have been suspended indefinitely while police conduct their investigation.
A nightmare for the congregation… and an opportunity for us.
A faint breeze ruffles Cade’s hair.
“I’d like to burn it.”
So matter of fact. The sky is blue. The grass is green. I’d like to set this church on fire.
“There's a lighter in the car,” I add.
He tilts his head. Considering. Imagining.
Seba hooks my belt loop, tugging me against him as his lips graze Cade’s ear. “If we burn it, we can’t defile it.”
The blue in Cade’s eyes glows with deviance. Seba mouths to the delicate skin over Cade’s pulse. He’s panting. I’m panting. Then Seba’s fingers wander beneath the hem of Cade’s tank. “Want you…”
Cade reaches back to hold him there. “Want you more.”
I clap. “Inside. Now.”
They reluctantly separate enough for Seba to use his old key. I scan the desolate dirt lot again. “So what’s the plan if someone does show up?”
Seba shrugs. “Be a good Christian and don’t get caught.”
Cade stops on the top step and laughs. Full and light with surprise. “Fuck, I love you.”
Seba’s hand shoots to his throat and smashes their mouths together. Arousal coils in my core. I push them over the threshold and lock the door behind us. Their tongues battle, teeth knocking and hands clawing at each other’s clothes, desperate for skin.
Watching them attack each other with violent passion is fucking addictive.
They’re feral— hungry for it constantly.
As much as I wish I had their stamina, I’m just not built for it.
Some nights, when I’m too sore from physical therapy or struggling through a flare-up, I’ll just enjoy the show.
But tonight? Tonight, I’m ready to play.
By the time they reach the aisle, they’re both half naked. I take my time stripping to my fishnets, feeding off their insatiable lust.
“Can’t… get… enough,” Seba growls between savage kisses. Their boxers fall to the stone last. Once Cade’s ass hits the altar, Seba rears back—
Teeth sink into the crook of Cade’s neck.
“Make it bruise,” he groans, “Make it bleed.”
I ascend the shallow steps, skimming my nails across Seba’s bare back, marveling the rippling muscle beneath tanned skin. Kiss swollen lips and glazed eyes. Cheeks flushed, breathing heavy. A painting of debauchery and love.
Trailing a finger down Seba’s spine to the dimples above his ass, I bite my lip. He’s a work of art— sculpted and honed from years of football and work in the grove.
“More,” Cade demands.
Seba answers by spreading him on the white tablecloth like the holy sacrament and lavishing Cade’s nipples with bites and sucks.
Tearing open a lube packet, I toss the remaining strip on the altar, pouring the slippery gel down Seba’s crease before gliding my coated fingers between his firm cheeks.
I lean in, kissing his shoulder as my fingertips tease his rim.
A low grunt and his hips flex. I massage around the twitching ring, reveling in the way he clenches when I nudge a fingertip inside. It’s vulnerable and insanely intimate, touching him here. I’m obsessed with it. Obsessed with how his body reacts to my touch.
Seba shudders when I push in to the knuckle. Cade props up on his elbows, craning his neck to watch while Seba descends on his heaving stomach.
“Your plug in, Heathen?”
Cade nods quickly.
“Show us,” he growls.
Grasping his thighs, he pulls his legs to his chest, exposing the flared base of the plug I put in him before we left. Seba ducks to lick the stretched rim of his filled hole.
Cade trembles. “Ffffuck,” he whimpers. “Turn it on.”
“You can’t come yet,” Seba warns.
“I won’t, I won’t, I promise.”
I know the second Seba presses the button— Cade’s jaw drops, the whites of his eyes flashing. His balls draw up tight as a gush of precum spills from his engorged cock. Seba clamps a fist around Cade’s cockhead, cutting off his impending orgasm.
“I said. Don’t. Come.”
A strangled groan. Once he’s calmed down enough not to erupt, Seba resumes kissing and nipping Cade’s inner thighs. I add another finger, scissoring them. The low, needy sound that emanates from his throat sends delicious tingles straight to my clit.
“Seb?”
He groans, lost to the pleasure. Exactly where I want him.
“There’s something I want.”
He breaks from Cade’s skin, panting harshly. “Tell me.”
I curl my fingers, grazing his prostate like Cade taught me. He arches his back with another delicious groan. I reach around, grasping his thick cock.
“I want this. Inside me.”
He throbs against my palm as I stroke him once. Twice. Over his cockhead. Smearing his arousal down his shaft.
“Fuck,” he hisses through his teeth. “I—”
“I’m not done.” I pump him again, squeezing at the base. “I want you to fuck me, while Cade fucks you.”
Another muttered, “Fuck,” followed by, “God dammit, woman.”
Cade’s grin is downright devilish. “I wasn’t aware of your game, church girl.”
“Bullshit, I back you into corners all the time,” I huff. His laugh bounces off the rafters. Seba is the only one not amused… probably because I’ve been massaging the shit out of his prostate.
“You’re killing me,” he grunts.
Cade sits up—
His cock jumps. “Ohhh… this thing is… too good.”
“Don’t you dare come unless it’s in me,” Seba growls.
Cade slinks off the altar, the sacramental cloth puddling around his feet as his palm lands on Seba’s abs.
“I’m gonna paint your fucking insides,” he murmurs, gaze dropping to his stepbrother’s mouth. “Stuff you so full and so deep, you’ll be leaking for days.”
The walls of Seba’s tight channel constrict. I pump my fingers faster.
“You two teaming up on me?”
Cade and I lock eyes. I withdraw my fingers, shoving them into my boy’s waiting mouth. He holds Seba’s stare as he sucks them clean.
Seba gapes. Speechless.
“You never stood a chance,” Cade purrs, grasping our man by the hips and spinning him to face me. He falls to his knees. I bring his hand to my breast, placing a foot on his chest. Those earnest brown eyes gaze up at me like I’m the deity he worships.
“I don’t want to hurt you more than I already have,” he whispers.
I comb the hair off his forehead. “You’re worth the pain.”
We might be free, but old guilt is stuck to us like tar. We’ve hurt each other before, and may hurt each other again. We’re human— we’re brought into the world flawed. But we learn. We forgive. And we keep showing up for each other.
Blunt fingertips rake down my outer thigh, past my knee, over my calf, to my ankle. Four red lines like tiger stripes. He guides my leg over his shoulder, his mouth covering my pussy through the stockings.
Over the last few weeks, he’s studied me religiously with his mouth and fingers. Flicking and circling and sucking— he attacks my clit with the stealth and precision of an assassin. Thick fingers massage and curl, relaxing my core and driving me mad. In minutes, I’m dripping and moaning.
Like a whore in church.
My deranged giggle morphs into a gasp when Seba rips the seam of my fishnets and yanks me down to straddle his thighs. The fat tip of his cock glides through my slit. I rock my hips, notching him at my opening.
Scorching— the heat radiating off him rewires my perception of what it means to burn. And it burns. Instead of shying away, I bask in it, immersing every sense into where we’re joining.
“Atta girl,” Cade praises over Seba’s shoulder, sneaking his fingers between us to rub my clit.
Pleasure melds with pain.
“God, Drea, you’re perfect. So. Fucking. Perfect,” Seba groans as I lower myself inch by throbbing inch. I’m shaking, sweating, a little light-headed.
I swear, he’s in my stomach even though I haven’t fully taken him.
“It’s too much like this,” I gasp.
Cade’s fingers disappear as Seba’s arm bands around my waist to ease me onto my back. The shock of cold stone against my bare skin distracts me from the sharp sting of his cock bottoming out. Sweat glistens on his upper lip as he struggles to stay still… or as still as he can be.
“Baby girl… Fuck… talk to me.”
I can’t. My body is fighting to mold around his rigid length.
Relax.
Sneaking a hand between us, I touch myself, mimicking Cade’s movements from earlier. Soon, I’m melting again…
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Seba rasps. A faint rip and a foil lube packet slaps the floor. My pulse spikes at the wet sound of Cade stroking himself. I crack my lids open just in time to catch him lining up to Seba’s ass from behind.
“Mmmfuck,” Cade moans. A shot of arousal and adrenaline dulls the ache.
At Cade’s first shallow thrust, Seba’s nostrils flare, a rough grunt scraping out of his throat. He pushes back onto Cade… then forward into me—
“Ohh, yes.” I moan, nails digging into his biceps.
“Feeling good now, baby girl?” Seba pants into my mouth.
All I can manage is a nod and a whine. Cade curves over to hold Seba’s shoulder as he rolls his hips, ramping up the pace.
The slap of his pelvis against Seba’s ass harmonizes with the panted moans and gasps escaping us.
A filthy fantasy. Our rhythm escalates toward frantic. Possessed. Chasing euphoria.
It’s right there.
Right…
There.
“That’s it,” Seba growls, descending into a frenzy. “Come on my cock.” Thrusting. “Soak me.” Grinding. “Gonna fill you.”
“Fill me,” I beg, clawing at his shoulders.
He erupts with a shout.
Cade’s grip switches to Seba’s hips, pounding into him, winding me up again. The spasm of his climax shoves me into another orgasm that goes on… and on…
I’m drifting in and out. Somewhere above me, Cade lets out a throaty moan and the three of us collapse into a breathless, twitching heap.
“You guys are crushing me,” I wheeze.
With a groan, Cade slides off Seba, pausing to part his cheeks and admire his hole with a satisfied smirk. “So fucking hot.”
“Mmm,” Seba hums, his softening cock slipping out as he rolls onto his back beside me. He lifts his arms, silently beckoning us. I curl into him and hook a leg over his thigh while Cade mirrors me on his other side.
“You think Sky Daddy liked the show?” Cade asks.
I snort.
Seba cracks open an eyelid. “Sky Daddy?”
“Well, yeah, Christianity is basically one giant daddy kink.”
This time, Seba snorts.
“Speaking of kinks,” I muse, poking Seba’s side. “You’re lucky I have an IUD, Sir Cum-Fetish.”
“Dammit,” he sighs. “The plan was to get you pregnant.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“He’s serious,” Cade snickers.
I prop up on an elbow. Seba blinks at me with an irritatingly smug grin. I slap his stomach. He grunts. Cade cackles.
“I choose when that happens, dickhead.”
His brow arches. “So it’s not off the table?”
“God help me,” I groan, flopping down again.
Seba just chuckles. “God ain’t helping any of us, sweetheart. You’re stuck with us.”
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.