Forbidden: Secret Blessings
Forbidden

Excerpt

Chapter Two: Secret Blessings
“Do I get to know your name or do I just whistle for you when I want you?” Jerico smirked, his eyes running cheekily up and down the well-formed body of the other man. Normally, he wasn’t quite so blatant about making his interest in another male known, but there was just something about this good-looking man that was making him throw the rules of subtlety out the window. Not that he was inclined to follow anyone else’s rules, preferring to live by his own. Which was also why he was in the position he now found himself in.
If Jerico thought he would rattle the newcomer’s cage with his blithe come-on, he was quickly disappointed, for the other man showed no response, either of disapproval or anticipation. In fact, Jerico thought he seemed amused, not quite the reaction he was going for.
“You can call me Sergio. Except on Sundays, of course. This yours?” Without waiting for an answer, he hefted one of Jerico’s suitcases, motioning for him to take the other, then turned and walked away.
Jerico stood there for a moment, gaping after him. And admiring the magnificent view encased in the cheap trousers. Man, this guy had an ass to die for. He would surely love to make a meal out of that. Even clothed, it was an awesome sight. What must it look like without such a hindrance? When he realized that he wasn’t being waited for, he grabbed the luggage and hurried after Sergio, catching up to him just as he reached the bus station exit.
“What do I call you on Sundays?” Jerico asked, intrigued in spite of himself.
Sergio turned and gave Jerico the full benefit of his beautiful smile. “Father Sergio.”
A lesser man would have been dismayed at the knowledge that this gorgeous being was a priest, as well as his jailer. A double taboo by anyone’s reckoning. But Jerico James was not any man. And he considered Sergio’s priesthood to be a challenge, rather than a problem. He wondered just how seriously the priest took his vows. Not of celibacy, of course, since those were long since abandoned. The other ones. The ones that said thou shalt not commit sodomy. The vows with which the church had burdened their prelates, citing homosexuality as counterproductive and sinful.
Among Jerico and his circle of intimates these same vows were referred to as thou shalt not suck cock banns—a deliberate reference to the antiquated marriage announcements—and they paid homage to them every time they blew a priest in the sanctity of his church. It had become a badge of honor to bring a prelate to his knees for the glory of their cause.
Jerico followed Sergio from the building. A battered white cargo van sat waiting for them at the curb. Emblazoned upon its side was the simple notation ‘Sanctum’ in a modest dark blue script. Sergio pulled a key from his pants pocket and pressed a button, pulled the side door open and set the suitcase inside, motioning for Jerico to do the same. He went to close the door, but it hung up on the track, refusing to close.
“Here, let me help.” Before Sergio could respond, Jerico had stepped into the breach. He reached for the door handle, laying his hand atop the priest’s. He leaned in to use his own strength to jar the recalcitrant door into obedience. The two men were of similar height. Jerico found himself standing close enough to Sergio to be able to inhale him. Whatever scent he was wearing, Jerico found it alluring, and his proximity to the handsome man was manifesting itself in his burgeoning erection.
Sergio’s skin was surprisingly soft and warm, Jerico found. He could have stood there for a long time, just to be able to touch him. But the priest, utilizing their combined strength, managed to slide the door into place. He seemed unaffected by their contact. On the other hand, Jerico’s lips were parted slightly as he straightened up, almost in expectation. He ached to see what this priest tasted like, but he held himself back, exercising what he felt was remarkable self-restraint. Not here, not now. Just no.
“Thank you, Jerico.” Sergio rewarded him with another lovely smile, and clapped him on the back in a friendly manner. “It has this annoying tendency to stick at the worst of times. But it still runs, thank the Lord, and we must be grateful for that. Go ahead, get in.” He waved to the passenger seat, as he rounded the front of the vehicle. Jerico watched his perfect ass until it was out of sight, before climbing into the van.