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The Preacher’s Virgin Daughters #3b
Copyright © 2014 Kelli Wolfe
Published by Pink Parts Press
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All characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters depicted are 18 years of age or older.
He closed his eyes and forced himself to relax, but for a long time he just held her in the dark and savored the sensation of her body against his once more.
Brandi tried hard to forget her stolen nights during summer vacation with Alex. In her guilt and shame over giving him her innocence out of wedlock she had done her best to push him away.
But after six months pass and she still can’t stop thinking about him, the preacher’s girl decides she has to see if she can get him back. A drunken frat party provides the opportunity she needs to get him alone. Can Brandi convince Alex to try for the second chance they both secretly long for?
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“Get a move on, Brandi!”
She slid her overnight bag over her shoulder and did a quick once-over of her purse to make sure she had everything. Cell phone, keys, wallet, sunglasses, gum, lip balm—all the important stuff was there to get her through the weekend, at least. An impatient series of honks from outside yanked her through the front door and out to where April waited in her cherry red Jeep with the motor already running.
“I said I was coming,” Brandi grumbled as she climbed into the passenger seat and tossed her overnight back into the back.
“Yeah, but you’re a slowpoke. You need some pep in your step, girl.”
There were times that the cheerleader’s bubbly, near-manic personality made Brandi want to slug her, but she supposed that probably wasn’t the best way to start off a four hour road trip. With a long-suffering sigh she leaned back in her seat, closed her eyes, and summoned an image of Alex, April’s older brother. Dancing green eyes with thick, sooty black lashes looked back at her with a heat that made her quiver. Oh yes, that was better. She could survive four hours trapped in the car with April with that to look forward to.
“All right,” she said as she strapped on her seat belt. “Let’s do it.”
Six months ago she had secretly spent several mind-blowing nights with Alex when he had come home for a visit at the end of the summer. While she had thought she was prepared for the intensity of sex, the raw intimacy of the connection they made had shaken her to her very core so that when Alex left to go back to college she took it badly. And then the guilt had set in—her daddy’s sermons damning her to hellfire for the pleasure she had shared with Alex, his words condemning her for all eternity for daring to enjoy their bodies outside of the bounds of wedlock. She had cried for weeks—half from missing Alex, half from terror at what she had done with him.
By the time she had gotten herself straightened out Alex had gone cold on her, ignoring her texts and limiting their phone conversations to a few terse words that were barely on the right side of polite. April said that he was just extra busy with a round of tougher classes, but Brandi knew it was more than that. He was getting her back for the distance she had put between them after he left, and it was no more than she deserved. She had let go, pushed him away, and now the tables were turned. After a while she gave up and just left him alone, since that was what he seemed to want. He hadn’t made her any promises, after all, and he was surrounded by older, more experienced girls who didn’t have her hang-ups. For all she knew he was having nightly threesomes with hot coeds while she lay awake at night staring at the ceiling and trying to remember what his touch felt like.
That didn’t exactly help with her insomnia.