“Greedy thing, aren’t you?”
“Please. Haven’t I been good enough?” Illias voice cracked at the end of his sentence and he prayed Cantrell didn’t catch it.
He slid his thigh between Illias’ legs unexpectedly, causing him to moan. “You’ve been well behaved.” Cantrell kissed Illias’ neck again. “I suppose a slight reward can’t hurt.”
“Fuck.” Illias’ hips jerked against Cantrell’s leg.
“Sensitive and greedy,” he chuckled. “A dangerous combination,” he whispered in Illias’ ear, making him shiver.
Cantrell pressed his thigh harder into Illias’ groin. Illias ground against it without a second thought, desperate to get off. He hid his face in the crook of Cantrell’s neck, muffling his ragged breathing and soft noises. Illias moved quicker, inching himself closer to his end in an embarrassingly short amount of time.
“I’m close,” he groaned, “I’m sofuckingclose.”
“Already?” Cantrell mused and Illias whined, high and needy. “Go on then, come all over yourself for me. Make a mess in your underwear so you can remember how desperate you are to be controlled by your priest.”
Illias moaned, hips jerking forward a final time as he came in his underwear. He lifted his head then dropped it back against the wall, closing his eyes and panting.
“Good boy,” Cantrell praised, voice low and deep in Illias’ ear. “Satisfied?”
“Hardly.” Illias peered at Cantrell through his eyelashes and smirked. “You’ve heard my confessions, Father.”
Cantrell stepped back and began to straighten his clothes. “Perhaps your next penance will be for your greed and gluttony then?”
“Illias!” Jasmine’s voice made both of them jump.
Illias cleared his throat. “Yeah?” he called out, voice cracking.
Jasmine’s high-pitched cackle filled the alley. “Oh, I amsotelling on you! Maverick!”
Illias let out a breath of relief when she didn’t come into the alleyway and pushed himself off the wall. “I should go back in.” His eyes traveled down Cantrell’s body to the bulge in his pants. “But if you’d like, I can—”
“Go back to work. It’s best if we don’t linger for too long.”
“Of course,” he sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “When…when will I be able to see you again?”
Cantrell’s eyes softened. “I’ll let you know.” He pulled the napkin out of his pocket and Illias smiled. “Now go on, and behave.”
“Yes, Father.”
Illias walked back into the bar only to be hit by a balled-up bar rag. He caught it before it fell then looked in the direction of where Maverick sat. “Next time we call you out on your bullshit, you better have a better excuse than the Lord because that neck of yours doesn’t lie.”
“What’s his name? Is he tall, dark, and handsome like you?” Jasmine purred.
This time Illias chucked the bar rag at her. She dodged, resulting in it hitting Maverick square in the face. Laughter erupted from the customers at the bar but Jasmine and Illias stared each other down in a silent battle of who would take the fall. Maverick sighed, placing the rag on the counter, and shook his head. Relieved that Maverick didn’t say anything else, Illias went to the sink behind the counter and washed his hands so he could get back to work.
“Really though, who is he?” Jasmine pestered, poking him in the shoulder.
“Why do you care so much?”
“Because I need to know who tamed all that sexy energy of yours?”
“Oh, believe me,” he grinned at her, “No one’s tamed anything.”
Chapter Nineteen
Cantrell
“With my whole heart have I sought thee: O let me not wander from thy commandments.”
