When the townsfolk of Passmore get wind of the fact their Vicar’s new verger, Wilson Rooney, is gay, a series of events spark the start of both his and the vicar’s adventures when it comes to keeping the rather interesting flock of Passmore within the fold. Not only that, they’ll have to gain the approval of the parish council before Wilson can be accepted. No small task when it’s headed by one of the most conservative parish council leaders ever to have walked the face of God’s green earth.
Can the vicar get Wilson accepted into the community? Or will his efforts result in a disaster that will divide the town they have been trying to keep together since the decline in population has hit them hard. Time will tell, but not before love blooms in the most unexpected way and the vicar uses some rather unorthodox methods to get his parishioners to see the light about Wilson and his lifestyle choice.
Edmund laughed, bringing his head close to Wilson’s neck, his breath hot and inviting against his skin. He also grabbed him by his hands. Wilson shuddered with delight at these new sensations and the serenity the man radiated when he was even closer. “I really do think you should wear something more supportive under your uniform next time, though. I believe your endowment has been the talk of the town this afternoon.”
Those nerves were replaced with something far deeper and more powerful. Need. Wilson’s lust soon rose up with that need, so much so, he uncharacteristically said, “My endowment could be your endowment.”
The doctor placed his lips onto the tender, warm place at the base of Wilson’s neck. Wilson gasped again, but this time let his body sink into the man’s affection. He pulled him in closer to embrace him, feeling his strong back. His head went giddy and his groin ached with the familiar pangs of excitement. After a few more heated kisses by the doctor, concentrating on where his Adam’s apple bobbed because his mouth was dry all of a sudden and he needed to swallow, the man added, “Are you asking me out?”
If the kisses across his neck were enough to send him up the spiral of ecstasy, what the doctor did next almost made him come in his pants. With their groins touching and rubbing, and their bodies pressed close, arms wrapped around each other, they kissed. Full on lip contact and with tantalizing touches of tongue, too.
Wilson shuddered again, moaning with delight while Edmund took him to a faraway place filled with pleasure and joy and all things wonderful. He felt light on his feet, but more important, his whole body was elated by the contact he had only ever dreamed about before this moment in time.
For what seemed an eternity, they remained joined. The taste of the man was exotic and wonderful, like salt and cinnamon. The smell of him was manly and enticing and he wore the most divine aftershave Wilson had ever taken in to his senses. But best of all, their embrace and their first kiss, was phenomenal.
A knock at the kitchen door disturbed Wilson from his euphoria. They parted, but the doctor grabbed his hands one last time before they separated, making sure his touch lingered as long as possible. Wilson’s lips tingled, his groin throbbed and his whole body ached. God, he could go to bed with Edmund within a heartbeat right now.