CONFESSION (A Mountain Daddy Romance Book 2) Read online

  Contents

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  1. Cruz

  2. Chastity

  3. Cruz

  4. Chastity

  5. Cruz

  6. Cruz

  7. Chastity

  8. Cruz

  9. Chastity

  10. Cruz

  11. Chastity

  Epilogue

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  A Mountain Daddy Romance

  Frankie Love

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  About

  CONFESSION

  A Mountain Daddy Romance

  I knew what I would find in this mountain town:

  Chastity.

  We met a year ago.

  Her confession was one I’d never forget.

  She wanted things I told myself I would never, ever have again.

  Skin on skin, bodies entwined, the forbidden fruit.

  Her desire is my goddamn prayer.

  My story is a dark and dirty one.

  I became a priest to outrun my past.

  Chastity’s an angel and I don’t want to ruin her.

  But I need to.

  Forgive me, Father, for I will sin.

  Dear Reader,

  I confess this is filthy… but still oh, so sweet.

  This smutty story is sure to have you on your knees, sayin’ a prayer.

  Sometimes it’s better to ask for forgiveness rather than permission!

  XO, Frankie

  Chapter One

  Cruz

  As the bus pulls into this sleepy mountain town in the southwestern part of Montana, a flood of memories surface.

  Some good ones, sure, but a hell of a lot of bad ones, too.

  “Father,” the driver says to me. “This is your stop.”

  Gritting my teeth, I reach overhead and grab my rucksack. “Blessings to you,” I tell her as I get off the bus, my hand on my priest’s collar, wanting to take it off. Knowing once I step foot in this town, I may never have the right to put it back on.

  Stepping onto the land I’ve avoided for a decade, grounds me to the reality of the situation. I may be a priest, but hell, when I come back to a place like this I feel like a twenty-year-old kid again, back when I was praying to a god I didn’t believe in; hoping for an answer to my solitary prayer. I needed a way out.

  The answer came in the form of the church, and while I didn’t know any Bible verses then, I learned them soon enough. The priesthood was my way out of this hellhole where I’d grown up, and Father Sebastian saw something in me. Something I couldn’t see myself.

  My family was dirty; filthy, fucking dirty, and I wasn’t looking to end up in flames like all of them. All these years later, they haven’t changed one damn bit.

  Me? Part of me likes to believe I’ve been forgiven for the shit I did, but I know I’m not clean by any means.

  It wouldn’t take long God to find out the truth if he looked in my heart.

  I didn’t come back home to reconcile with my past.

  I came for a reason that is much more depraved than that.

  I want what I shouldn’t.

  Crave what isn’t mine to take.

  But damnit, I’m here anyway.

  From the bus stop, I walk down the street to the pawn shop. I pause before going inside. I know that once I enter those doors, there is no going back.

  I know who is inside that shop, behind the register. I can just picture her standing there. With her long blonde hair, cherry red lips, eyes so blue I could drown in them. Young and innocent, and so pure she makes the world around us look dirty. Makes me feel dirty too.

  I’m her uncle and a priest. And I should be walking away. Instead, I’m pushing open the doors, her handwritten words in the letters she’s been sending, so heavy on my heart.

  I need you.

  I’m so alone.

  Please, Daddy.

  I’d write back, a firm grip on my pen, blood rushing to my cock under my priestly garments. Her words were so wrong, but they felt so, so right. Still, I am a man of God before all else.

  I’m not your Daddy. I’m only Father Cruz.

  She’d reply, her penmanship curly, the ink pink, my length growing hard as I read her words.

  No. You are my Daddy. And I need you to come tuck me into bed.

  Trouble. That’s what she is, or what she was. She’s also lost. She needs a way out as badly as I did all those years ago.

  Father Sebastian’s final word echo in my ear. He’d said them last month as he lay on his deathbed.

  God calls us to take care of all the children, that includes Chastity. It’s not wrong to make sure she is safe.

  If only he knew what I’d really wanted with Chastity. Her virginal cunt against my cock, craving what I’ve sworn off.

  Hungry for more than loaves and fishes. I want her. Her. Only her.

  I push open the door to the pawn shop my brother Trevor owns. Bells jingle, announcing my arrival, bringing me back to the present. Grounding me in the here and now.

  Her head pops up from behind the counter.

  Her.

  “Daddy,” she whispers, but still, I can hear her.

  God, help me.

  Her clear blue eyes are filled with surprise as I walk toward her.

  “You came,” she says, her hand moving to her mouth. She traces her finger over her ripe lips, and I want to crash my mouth against hers, pull her over the glass counter and push up her little plaid skirt. I want to spread her knees and drag her virginal body to the depths of Hell because that is the only place I’m going.

  “Chastity, you look…” It’s the wrong thing to say, to focus on. It will give her ideas I intend to remove from her mind, not fill it with.

  But my eyes are greedy, and they rake over her body. It’s been nearly a year since I’ve seen her. Since she came to the city with her mother and new stepdad, my brother. They aren’t church-going types, but they came anyway, to see me.

  She said too much during confession.

  Touched too much. My eyes flash to the memory of her pink pussy, her finger tracing her delicate folds. I told her to go, but damn, I wanted her to stay.

  Now we’re face-to-face again. No confessional screen between us; no letters between us either. Not her pink ink and curly words. It’s easier to write what we want sometimes, rather than say it.

  But Goddammit, Chastity is saying so much right now, even though she’s not making a sound.

  She licks her sweet full lips. Her hands press against her chest as she takes in a shallow breath, her tits are so perky, so fucking round. Her hard nipples poking through her thin white shirt. She blinks slowly, watching me watch her.

  Heat. The heat between us is more than a spark, a flame. It’s an inferno.

  It’s going to burn me to the mother fucking ground.

  Finally, she speaks. “Did you come for my birthday?”

  I swallow hard, running my hand over the week’s growth o
n my jaw. Reminds me of the old days when I’d wear a thick beard and white tee-shirt, blue jeans, my hair long, and my fists always raised.

  “In part.”

  She lifts her eyebrow, just as Trevor walks out into the shop. “What in the motherfuckin’ hell are you doing here, Cruz?” He walks around the counter, clapping me on the back.

  “I, uh, I was given a sabbatical. I would have called but I debated coming. It’s been a long time.”

  “Sure has, big bro. But, fuck, this is good news.” He grins, cocking his head at Chastity. “This little bitch has her birthday party tomorrow. Though she invited all these old folks from town, the whole thing is gonna be pretty fucking lame. But I plan on getting her drunk as fuck. It’s gonna be a good time.”

  I want to slam him against the wall, to slide my fist across his face for calling Chastity anything besides her God-given name. But it’s not my style and it’s not going to help Chastity one bit. She needs to get out, but she needs to do it on her own terms.

  “I’m not drinking, Trevor,” she says. Her voice is ice thin, a veil of anger reflecting in her eyes. “You know I won’t.”

  “She’s always like this, a buzzkill.” Trevor laughs like it’s funny. “Shit, bro, guess you are too. Damn, still can’t believe you became a priest. How long have you gone without pussy?”

  Maybe other priests would make the sign of the cross and leave the pawn shop, but faith is complicated. And my faith gives me the strength I need to stand here and listen to him without rebuke. I pray for my brother every goddamn day, but casting judgment here, at this moment, isn’t going to work.

  I want him to give me Chastity. That’s why I came.

  That reason alone.

  She needs someone to protect her, watch over her. Guide her away from temptation and deliver her from evil.

  God knows, there is enough evil lurking around this mountain. This pawn shop is a drug front; my brother cooks as often as he uses.

  The reason he visited a year ago, was to see if I still had the cash from our last robbery, which was almost ten years ago. He didn’t think I’d spent it since I went straight from that heist and into a church.

  He was right, I didn’t have time to spend the dough, I was too busy kneeling before an altar, asking God to get me out of this life of crime.

  Father Sebastian heard my cries, and he helped me find a way.

  That was ten years ago. Trevor was desperate for cash, though, and came to me.

  I told him I gave every penny to the church when I entered the priesthood.

  Still, I’m glad he came to see me.

  Because of him, I met Chastity.

  “So,” Trevor says. “Where are you staying?”

  “The Lakeland Motel.”

  “You sure? You can stay with Chastity, Tanya, and me. We got a couch.”

  I shake my head, Chastity’s eyes meeting mine. “No, I already got a reservation. Room Eighteen.”

  “That’s cool. Hey, you wanna grab something to eat?”

  “Tomorrow, at the party,” I tell him. “It’s been a long day.”

  “Cool, bro. See you then.”

  “See you then,” I say, running my hand over the white collar at my neck. I need to get out of these clothes. Trevor walks to the back room as I push open the front door.

  I walk out of the pawn shop, but I can’t help myself. I look over my shoulder, Chastity is looking right at me.

  She smiles. My cock goes hard.

  I need to get the fuck out of this town before I get myself in trouble, even though it is the very thing I came for.

  “I’ll see you soon, Daddy,” she says softly. But damn, it’s plenty loud enough for me to hear.

  Chapter Two

  Chastity

  He said he came for me in part, but I know better.

  He came for me.

  His little girl.

  Watching him leave is torture. I want to pull him back inside the pawn shop, drop to my knees. Worship him like the god I think he is.

  I can’t, of course. He wouldn’t allow it. He’s too honorable for that. Besides, Trevor is here. And my mom will be here any minute, yelling at me if she’s high, ignoring me if she isn’t.

  Still, it’s what I want.

  Father Cruz.

  “What are you thinking about, you lazy little nun?” Mom asks when she comes into the shop. She’s in a good mood today, her eyes aren’t bloodshot, her hands don’t shake, and she has clean hair. Still, mean words. She isn’t always like this. Sometimes her edges are harder. She’s an addict before she is a mother these days. Trevor is only adding fuel to the fire. Supplying her in a way that is no good for any of us.

  “Father Cruz is in town,” I tell her.

  “Is that so? Remember when we had lunch with him? He hardly said a word the entire time we ate.”

  Turning from her, not wanting my face to reveal how I feel, I say, “I remember.”

  I remember the way his hands brushed against mine as we sat side-by-side in a booth. I remember how when I looked down, his eyes were on my legs. I remember how it felt when my thighs brushed against his, and how a river of want ran through my body. Our eyes met, and I was done for.

  I’d never felt like that before… so awake, so alive.

  One touch was all it took. One look and I knew.

  It was love at first sight.

  Love.

  Love and lust. Desire and need.

  I needed Father Cruz.

  I remember how I had locked myself in the bathroom at the restaurant, pushed down my shorts, and touched my bare pussy. My fingers so soft, but my need hard and desperate.

  My clit throbbed when I closed my eyes and fingered myself for the first time in my life. Never before had I wanted to. Needed to.

  Now, things were different.

  A spark ignited deep in my core and it was obvious. So, obvious.

  Father Cruz would save me from the life I wanted to outrun. Who better for the job than the priest who had already done it himself?

  I touched myself, with his name on my lips, my pussy slick, and my body pulsing. I moaned, deeply, orgasming for the very first time.

  When Father Cruz walked in on me in that bathroom, we both knew it was no accident. He turned away, but I saw his clenched jaw, his desperate want.

  Me.

  He wanted me.

  Maybe it is wrong to want my step-uncle. A man who swore off sex forever. But how can this be wrong, when it feels so true, so good, so right?

  “Trevor,” my mom hollers now. “What’s this about your brother being back?”

  Trevor tells her that he’s here, now, in town.

  I know he came back for me.

  I knew he would.

  She leaves me alone in the shop, going in the back room to talk to her husband, and I walk up front, locking the door, turning around the open sign. I grab my purse from behind the register then head back to say goodbye.

  I stop in the doorway as I see my mother is grinding against Trevor. They are ten seconds from fucking and I don’t want to be around to listen to their moans.

  “Bye,” I say to no one and everyone. The story of my life. Father Cruz is the only one who knows the real me. We’ve exchanged letters all year.

  He knows me better than anyone.

  The people here, my family, my so-called friends, they don’t know anything about me. They never stop using or drinking or sleeping around long enough to find out.

  That’s fine by me, I don’t need this sleepy mountain town. There is a whole world out there, and when I get some money, I’m gonna find it. Do something good like Father Cruz. He helps people, giving meaning to his life.

  I know where he comes from. The same place as me. A town that kicks you and beats you when you’re down.

  I stop at the gas station and buy a half-gallon of milk, a carton of eggs, a pack of Virginia Slims. “Thanks, Mikey,” I say when he gives me change.

  “Anything for you, sweetheart.” Mikey i
s a good man, sixty years old and never laid a hand on a soul. That says more about him than most men on this mountain.

  “You hear Father Cruz is in town?” I say. “I mean, Cruz Castleton, Trevor’s brother.”

  “Is that right?” Mikey raises his eyebrows. “I’ll be on my best behavior then. Haven’t seen that boy since he left town, joined the church. It’s hard to imagine him in a priest’s collar.”

  “He’ll be at my party tomorrow. You can see him then.”

  “That I will, Chastity. My daughter still says without you helping take care of her children last year, she wouldn’t have been able to keep the threads of her life together. Wouldn’t miss your party for the world.”

  I shake my head. “Your grandbabies are sweeties, Mikey. You know I am always here to help.”

  He gives a soft smile. “You’ve always been there for other people in this town. Now, look at you, an adult. I just can’t believe you’re turning eighteen.”

  I smile. “All grown up.”

  “That’s right. Now, you gonna get out of this town?”

  I nod. “Soon as I save some more money, I hope to move. I want to volunteer for the World with Hope organization, but training is in Texas, and it’s not paid work, so I’d need to have some savings. But I finished online school last month, so I’ve graduated. Can get a job now and start saving.”

  “World is your oyster.”

  “Something like that. I just want to make a difference.”

  “I’m sure whatever you end up doing, you’ll find a way to help other people.”