Chapter 15
Sienna
The smell of good coffee finds me in a strange bed, spooned into Andy, his cock twitching by my butt cheeks. Neither of us could possibly be ready to wake up. After we got home, we silently snuck upstairs and made crazy love in his twin bed all night.
Mrs. Quinn calls up the stairs. “Church in an hour. Y’all going?”
Andy moans in my ear. “Sorry.”
He shouts, “We’ll be down in a moment, Mom.”
What am I supposed to do about this?” His hard interest pokes me again from behind and a nibble on my earlobe makes me laugh. “
“I don’t know. God will probably strike us both dead if we try to relieve that.” Laughing, I roll out of bed and find a summer dress that will go with the cowboy boots. “I hope God doesn’t mind that this is all I got to wear to church.”
“C’mere. You look perfect.” He grabs me by my waist and pulls me back under the covers next to his warm, naked body.
His kisses hold unsaid promises of more hot sex and I grin. After, it’s a quick shower followed by a cup of coffee. Then, we pile into the back of his mom’s twenty-year-old Chevy truck.
“It isn’t fancy but it still runs.” Mrs. Quinn backs out of her driveway and heads into town, past the wing place I ate at last night and an abandoned barn that makes me blush.
Andy leans back against the seat as he fastens the top button of his crisp white shirt and knots his striped tie. He’s wearing a light brown sports coat that matches his eyes.
I’d much rather have spent more time in bed but after missing dinner last night, I figure I need to make a better impression on his mom.
Mrs. Quinn practically beams as she pulls into the church lot next to a small white church. The plain steeple looks like something you’d see on the prairie in the eighteen-hundreds. I guess I didn’t have to worry what to wear. People come dressed in everything from shorts and a halter to Sunday best with bonnets. There’s even a couple of young guys in soccer gear.
I’ve always thought the best part of church is singing and I’m real pleased that they got a choir that can carry a tune.
The pastor has a nice smile and graying temples. “Welcome, old friends and new.”
He does some kind of call to prayer, we sing some, and we sit for his sermon. I haven’t been to church since leaving my foster home and I have to admit, it’s uncomfortable. Like I always say, me and God got an understanding. He ignores me and I ignore Him.
When the preacher praises a good and loving almighty God, I snort which earns me a surprised eyebrow raise from Mrs. Quinn and frowns from those in earshot.
Shit.
Embarrassed, I study the notes in the hymnal of the next song. Hopefully, no one else heard my irreverent noise. When the children walk in from Sunday school, I figure on making a break for freedom, pretending to need to use the bathroom.
I stand, not realizing the preacher has asked a question of the congregation.
“I see we have a taker. Come on down and share your story with us.” The man of God practically beams at me.
Are you fucking kidding me? What the hell did I just agree to? Well, now I’m sure if there is a God, he’s mean and vindictive.
I close my eyes and sigh, having had enough of this holy churchiness. “Listen. I can’t do this. I don’t actually believe in God.”
I hold my breath.Why do I have to be so honest?
Instead of throwing stones, well, the virtual kind, everyone looks at me beatifically, like I was a saint, which is all kinds of screwed up. I smile apologetically. I rather liked this town. Too bad I’ll never be invited back.
“Maybe I should go.” The front door seems miles away as the preacher steps down the aisle.
I figure he’s going to walk me to the door which is real nice of him. Instead, he takes me to the front of the whole church.
“Sienna, right? Our karaoke winner from last night?”
“Uh huh.” No doubt I’m going to get an earful about the sins of drinking, partying, and dancing.
