Hideaway
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Neither did my brother.
I finally looked up, seeing Kai just watching me with probably a thousand more questions in his head that I hoped he wouldn’t ask.
“I should go,” I told him.
I moved to head around him for the door, but he blocked my escape, stepping in front of me again.
“No.” He placed his hands on both sides of me, on the wall, locking me in. “The thing is, you heard my all my shit today, and I like my privacy. How do I know you won’t talk? How do I know you didn’t Instagram yourself in that confessional, bragging that you were punking me?”
I shot my eyes up. “I wouldn’t…I…” I rushed out, stammering. “I would never do something like that.”
“Why should I believe that?”
Because it wouldn’t have even occurred to me! I wasn’t devious. I’d been elated when he started talking in that confessional.
“Because I…” I trailed off, searching my brain. “I don’t even have Instagram.”
He cocked his head, his eyes scolding me for such a stupid response.
“I don’t even have a cell phone!” I blurted out. I didn’t even have the capability to record his confession, dammit.
“You don’t have a phone?” He didn’t look like he believed me. “Everyone has a phone.”
Apparently not.
But before I got a chance to retort, he reached out and put his hands on my hips, squatting down, and trailing his hands down my thighs.
I sucked in a breath, jerking. His hands drifted around to my ass, sliding over my back pockets and his fingers digging just a little.
“Are you kidding me?” I complained. He was searching me?
But an electric current shot through me, and the room in front of me started to spin anyway. He was touching me.
Holding my eyes, his gaze hardened as his hands ran up my back and then over my stomach, searching for the hidden cell phone he apparently assumed I was lying about not having.
Then he stood up, leaning in close and holding my eyes, as one of his hands cruised slowly up the inside of my thigh, and a throb hit me between my legs. I sucked in a breath.
“Stop it,” I gasped, knocking his hands away.
A cocky little grin crossed his face. “Your knees are shaking,” he said. “If I’d known you were this innocent, I wouldn’t have let Michael and myself tease you before.”
I breathed shallow and licked my dry lips.
“Have you ever even been kissed?”
I kept my mouth shut, but I knew that was answer enough for him.
“Turn around,” he instructed.
I looked at him skeptically.
He laughed under his breath and turned me around, leaning into me and hugging my back. I could feel him over almost every inch of me: my spine, my legs, and my arms. He dipped his head next to mine, his cheek on my ear, and he grazed my fingers with his.
“Do you feel that?” he whispered.
“What?”
His long arms blanketed mine, my hands resting inside his. “You fit me like a shirt. It’s a perfect mold.”
I smiled to myself, feeling a blush of heat my face. “For now,” I said. “I’m done growing, but you’re probably not.”
Men typically kept growing a little longer than women.
His breath hit my ear. “Then we’re on borrowed time, aren’t we?”
I closed my eyes, goosebumps spreading down my arms as he ran his lips over my lobe.
Oh, God. It suddenly felt like my body was a thousand matchsticks, every one sparking to life, one after the other.
Taking my hands, he placed them on my thighs and scaled them up my body.
“Is this okay?” he asked.
My body trembled, and I nodded. Yes.
“You’ll have to go to confession again tomorrow,” I joked.
“Why?”
“Kidnapping.”
His chuckle hit my neck as he ran his lips over my skin there. “Hate to break it to you, kid, but I got that place rigged. No penance for me. Unless you want to go with me,” he added. “Purge some of your own sins, maybe?”
“Not Catholic, remember? I wouldn’t even know what to do in there.”
“Well,” he began, sounding suddenly mischievous.
He took my hand and led me to the wall with one of the benches. He sat down and then grabbed me, pulling me in. I yelped in surprise as I fell into his lap.
“First, you go in and sit down,” he instructed, squeezing my hips. “Are you sitting?”
I turned my head to look at him, and he pinched his eyebrows together, looking serious like a teacher.
I rolled my eyes. “I am now.”
“Then you make the sign of the cross.” He took my right hand in his and touched my fingertips to my forehead. “And you say ‘Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned’.”
I let him guide me, my own touch to my chest sending tingles through me as he showed me how to make the sign of the cross.
Our lips hovered an inch from each other, and I tried to talk, but only a whisper came out. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”
“This is my first confession,” he said, telling me what to say next.
I inched in, our lips nearly meeting as I stared at his mouth. “This is my first time.”
He sucked in a breath. His eyes dropped to my mouth, and he placed my hands on my thighs, threading his long fingers through mine.
“Jesus,” he growled under his breath.
A smile pulled at my lips.
“Then he’ll say, ‘And what would you like to confess?’” And then he cleared his throat, his stern priest voice sending a flutter through my stomach. “What would you like to confess?”
I folded my lips between my teeth. “I don’t know if I can. I…” I sucked in a deep breath. “I’m nervous.”
“Relax, my child. You’re in God’s hands now.”
I laughed softly. I liked this foreplay. I knew I shouldn’t care, but I didn’t want to say something stupid to ruin the game. I didn’t want to bore him. Every girl eventually lost my brother’s interest. I hated the thought that Kai would get tired of me and just want to leave.
“A boy got a hold of me, Father,” I told him, looking into his eyes.
“Did he?”
I nodded. “Inside the dark Bell Tower, by the cemetery. I know I shouldn’t have let him, but he grabbed me and…”
“Did he steal you away from everyone else?” Kai taunted. “Get you alone?”
“Yes, Father.”
His fingers dug into the tops of my thighs and his eyes thinned, turning heated on me. “What did you let him do to you?” he accused. “Hmm? What did you let happen?”
“He kissed me on the neck first,” I confessed.
And Kai threaded his hand into my hair, taking the hint as he gently pulled my head back and out, his lips on my neck, slowly nibbling.
I released a breath, closing my eyes. “I liked it when he did that.”
“You know those boys…” he scolded, kissing and biting me up and down. “They like the sweets too much. You have to be stronger and resist.”
“And if I like the sweets, too?” I moaned, feeling my skin tingle.
“Was he the first man to touch you?” Father Kai asked.
“Yeah.”
He groaned.
I bit my lip, scared, but I pushed further.
“And then he put his hand under my shirt,” I said, my chest caving at my own words. “I was so scared, but I knew he’d feel good. I craved it so bad.”
I wanted more. I wanted him to touch me places my brother would want to kill him over.
He pulled his head up and looked at me. His teeth were slightly bared, and I noticed a bulge underneath me.
Reaching around me, he slowly lifted my brother’s old sweatshirt over my head, dropping it to the ground, and then he slipped his hand under my T-shirt, keeping his eyes on mine the whole time.
“I’ll bet you wanted it,” he said, his fingers grazing my stomach. “I’ll bet you even rubbed yourself on him to show him how much you liked what he was doing.”
I groaned, noticing the wetness between my legs. “Yeah.”
I finally looked up, seeing Kai just watching me with probably a thousand more questions in his head that I hoped he wouldn’t ask.
“I should go,” I told him.
I moved to head around him for the door, but he blocked my escape, stepping in front of me again.
“No.” He placed his hands on both sides of me, on the wall, locking me in. “The thing is, you heard my all my shit today, and I like my privacy. How do I know you won’t talk? How do I know you didn’t Instagram yourself in that confessional, bragging that you were punking me?”
I shot my eyes up. “I wouldn’t…I…” I rushed out, stammering. “I would never do something like that.”
“Why should I believe that?”
Because it wouldn’t have even occurred to me! I wasn’t devious. I’d been elated when he started talking in that confessional.
“Because I…” I trailed off, searching my brain. “I don’t even have Instagram.”
He cocked his head, his eyes scolding me for such a stupid response.
“I don’t even have a cell phone!” I blurted out. I didn’t even have the capability to record his confession, dammit.
“You don’t have a phone?” He didn’t look like he believed me. “Everyone has a phone.”
Apparently not.
But before I got a chance to retort, he reached out and put his hands on my hips, squatting down, and trailing his hands down my thighs.
I sucked in a breath, jerking. His hands drifted around to my ass, sliding over my back pockets and his fingers digging just a little.
“Are you kidding me?” I complained. He was searching me?
But an electric current shot through me, and the room in front of me started to spin anyway. He was touching me.
Holding my eyes, his gaze hardened as his hands ran up my back and then over my stomach, searching for the hidden cell phone he apparently assumed I was lying about not having.
Then he stood up, leaning in close and holding my eyes, as one of his hands cruised slowly up the inside of my thigh, and a throb hit me between my legs. I sucked in a breath.
“Stop it,” I gasped, knocking his hands away.
A cocky little grin crossed his face. “Your knees are shaking,” he said. “If I’d known you were this innocent, I wouldn’t have let Michael and myself tease you before.”
I breathed shallow and licked my dry lips.
“Have you ever even been kissed?”
I kept my mouth shut, but I knew that was answer enough for him.
“Turn around,” he instructed.
I looked at him skeptically.
He laughed under his breath and turned me around, leaning into me and hugging my back. I could feel him over almost every inch of me: my spine, my legs, and my arms. He dipped his head next to mine, his cheek on my ear, and he grazed my fingers with his.
“Do you feel that?” he whispered.
“What?”
His long arms blanketed mine, my hands resting inside his. “You fit me like a shirt. It’s a perfect mold.”
I smiled to myself, feeling a blush of heat my face. “For now,” I said. “I’m done growing, but you’re probably not.”
Men typically kept growing a little longer than women.
His breath hit my ear. “Then we’re on borrowed time, aren’t we?”
I closed my eyes, goosebumps spreading down my arms as he ran his lips over my lobe.
Oh, God. It suddenly felt like my body was a thousand matchsticks, every one sparking to life, one after the other.
Taking my hands, he placed them on my thighs and scaled them up my body.
“Is this okay?” he asked.
My body trembled, and I nodded. Yes.
“You’ll have to go to confession again tomorrow,” I joked.
“Why?”
“Kidnapping.”
His chuckle hit my neck as he ran his lips over my skin there. “Hate to break it to you, kid, but I got that place rigged. No penance for me. Unless you want to go with me,” he added. “Purge some of your own sins, maybe?”
“Not Catholic, remember? I wouldn’t even know what to do in there.”
“Well,” he began, sounding suddenly mischievous.
He took my hand and led me to the wall with one of the benches. He sat down and then grabbed me, pulling me in. I yelped in surprise as I fell into his lap.
“First, you go in and sit down,” he instructed, squeezing my hips. “Are you sitting?”
I turned my head to look at him, and he pinched his eyebrows together, looking serious like a teacher.
I rolled my eyes. “I am now.”
“Then you make the sign of the cross.” He took my right hand in his and touched my fingertips to my forehead. “And you say ‘Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned’.”
I let him guide me, my own touch to my chest sending tingles through me as he showed me how to make the sign of the cross.
Our lips hovered an inch from each other, and I tried to talk, but only a whisper came out. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.”
“This is my first confession,” he said, telling me what to say next.
I inched in, our lips nearly meeting as I stared at his mouth. “This is my first time.”
He sucked in a breath. His eyes dropped to my mouth, and he placed my hands on my thighs, threading his long fingers through mine.
“Jesus,” he growled under his breath.
A smile pulled at my lips.
“Then he’ll say, ‘And what would you like to confess?’” And then he cleared his throat, his stern priest voice sending a flutter through my stomach. “What would you like to confess?”
I folded my lips between my teeth. “I don’t know if I can. I…” I sucked in a deep breath. “I’m nervous.”
“Relax, my child. You’re in God’s hands now.”
I laughed softly. I liked this foreplay. I knew I shouldn’t care, but I didn’t want to say something stupid to ruin the game. I didn’t want to bore him. Every girl eventually lost my brother’s interest. I hated the thought that Kai would get tired of me and just want to leave.
“A boy got a hold of me, Father,” I told him, looking into his eyes.
“Did he?”
I nodded. “Inside the dark Bell Tower, by the cemetery. I know I shouldn’t have let him, but he grabbed me and…”
“Did he steal you away from everyone else?” Kai taunted. “Get you alone?”
“Yes, Father.”
His fingers dug into the tops of my thighs and his eyes thinned, turning heated on me. “What did you let him do to you?” he accused. “Hmm? What did you let happen?”
“He kissed me on the neck first,” I confessed.
And Kai threaded his hand into my hair, taking the hint as he gently pulled my head back and out, his lips on my neck, slowly nibbling.
I released a breath, closing my eyes. “I liked it when he did that.”
“You know those boys…” he scolded, kissing and biting me up and down. “They like the sweets too much. You have to be stronger and resist.”
“And if I like the sweets, too?” I moaned, feeling my skin tingle.
“Was he the first man to touch you?” Father Kai asked.
“Yeah.”
He groaned.
I bit my lip, scared, but I pushed further.
“And then he put his hand under my shirt,” I said, my chest caving at my own words. “I was so scared, but I knew he’d feel good. I craved it so bad.”
I wanted more. I wanted him to touch me places my brother would want to kill him over.
He pulled his head up and looked at me. His teeth were slightly bared, and I noticed a bulge underneath me.
Reaching around me, he slowly lifted my brother’s old sweatshirt over my head, dropping it to the ground, and then he slipped his hand under my T-shirt, keeping his eyes on mine the whole time.
“I’ll bet you wanted it,” he said, his fingers grazing my stomach. “I’ll bet you even rubbed yourself on him to show him how much you liked what he was doing.”
I groaned, noticing the wetness between my legs. “Yeah.”
