Priest (Priest, #1)

by Sierra Simone

there were no words to describe what that wet, slippery skin was doing to me, because it was rewriting my mind and my soul, my future and my life.

One and a half inches of damnation, and all I could think about was sinking deeper into hell.

Fuck. She was really going to kill me. Death by turn-on. Death by perpetual erection.

“Well, I’ll let you go. And the panel—I’ll text you the moment I hear.” “Are you sure about that?” “Fine, I’ll call. Goodbye, Tyler.”

I mock frowned at her. “I’ll have you know that I’ve got a very organized pile of Post-it Notes and bar napkins in this bag.”

because I didn’t want to go to feminist ally hell on top of the other hells I was destined for.

😒😒😒

“Don’t,” she said. “Don’t be the good guy. I told you what I wanted. Now give it to me.”

“How can I convince you to tear me apart?”

She was smiling a lazy, sated smile, and then she said, “Amen.”

Priests weren’t allowed to fall in love.

FALSE.

“My mom kept trying to wipe the smudges away,” I said finally. “While we waited for the coroner’s men to come get the body. The whole time. But you can’t wipe off oil that easily, and so Lizzy had that smudge right up until we had to say goodbye. I hated that. I hated that so much. I made it my mission to scrub that fucking garage from top to bottom, and I did. And ever since then, I’ve kept everything in my life clean.”

“No, it’s not that. I don’t know why I still do it. It’s a compulsion, I guess.” “It sounds like penance.”

“We can’t hold hands in public; we can’t do anything together without it being a sin.

Again this is FALSE.

I pulled out, my cock so hard it hurt, and stood. “Stay,” I ordered, and I tucked myself back inside my boxers to make the short walk to the ambry in the back of the sanctuary, the small cabinet where we kept our sacred oils.

NAUR.

“I’m anointing you now,” I informed her. “I’m sanctifying you from the inside out. You feel that? That’s my finger fucking your ass. And in just a minute, it will be my cock. It will be my cock consecrating you. No, don’t touch yourself, sweetheart. We’re going to get there together.”

Oh that is wrong in so many ways

Well, I was going to say no, but now that I know there’s a present…come on over ;)

lol

That surprised me. Jordan was not a rule-breaker. Jordan was like two steps away from being the creepy assassin in The Da Vinci Code.

🤣

“Because,” Jordan said deliberately, bracing his elbows on his desk and leaning forward, “you aren’t ready to stop. You’re not ready to give her up, and until you are, there’s no point in me absolving you.”

oh shit!

“No. But I can see it in you. You carry equal burdens of guilt and joy.”

I had a life building treasures in Heaven,

You literally don't have to be a priest to have treasures in heaven...stop trying to make it one or the other when you can have them both ffs

life for my god,

God not god.

She doesn’t need you to defend her honor, Feminist Ally Tyler told me.

FUCK FEMINISM

over that strip of silk tied around her neck that could so easily be turned into a leash…

“See? You need this. And I need this. I’ll take you to every place I’ve ever been and let you fuck me there, so you can rewrite my history as your history if you want,” she promised. “Let me give that to you.”

Why had I ever felt like the choice was between Poppy and God? It had never been that way, it had never been one or the other, because God dwelled in sex and marriage just as much as He dwelled in celibacy and service, and there could be just as much holiness in a life as a husband and a father as there was in a life as a priest. Was Aaron not married? King David? Saint Peter?

FINALLY!!!

Take wives and have sons and daughters…for surely I have plans for you, plans for your happiness and not for your harm, to give you a future full of hope…

that was full because of me,

No babes full because of God.

“I spent the week writing a homily about this passage. And then when I woke up this morning, I decided to throw the whole thing in the trash.” I paused. “Figuratively speaking, I mean. Since it’s on my phone, and even I’m not holy enough to give up my iPhone.”

“This passage has been used by many clergy as a platform for condemnation, the ultimate declaration by Jesus that we are to abandon any and all temptations lest we lose our chance of salvation. And my old homily was not far away from this idea. That self-denial and the constant shunning of temptation is the path to Heaven, our way to the small and narrow gate.”

“But then I realized that the danger of preaching this was that you might walk out of this building today with an image of God as a small and narrow god—a god as small and narrow as that gate. I realized that you could walk out of here and believe—really and truly believe—that if you fail once, if you slip and act like the messy, flawed human that you are, that God doesn’t want you.”

“God is bigger than our sins. God wants you as you are—stumbling, sinning, confused. All He asks of us is love—love for Him, love for others, and love for ourselves. He asks us to lay down our lives—not to live like ascetics, devoid of any pleasure or joy, but to give Him our lives so that He may increase our joy and increase our love.”

I don’t even get an air conditioner now? Now? Of all the times, now is when I get nothing?

🤣🤣

“What, they’re too good for you now? You were fucking one just a couple months ago.”

WHAT AN ASS!

not a Catholic seminary, but I was okay with that. Presbyterians weren’t so bad.

🤣