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The Preacher’s Virgin Daughters
Taking Kelsey, Sharing Lindsay,
Arousing Brandi, Punishing Shelbie
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.
Holden Trimble is the fire-and-brimstone preacher who runs Bobcat Springs Church, and he abhors drinking, swearing, and sex outside of holy wedlock. Unfortunately for the poor preacher, he has six teenage daughters—Kelsey, Lindsay, Brandi, the twins Shelbie and Avery, and sweet little Katie—who are growing up fast. All six of them are still virgins—for now—but Briarwood Hollow is just packed with sexy blue-eyed deputies, hot athletic hunks, and mouth-watering older men who know exactly what they want and how to get it. What chance does a girl have against all of that? How long can the preacher’s virgin daughters stay innocent when sinful temptation is always right around the corner?
This collection contains the four stories Taking Kelsey, Sharing Lindsay, Arousing Brandi, and Punishing Shelbie.
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Deputy Jack Thompson shifted on his seat and leaned closer to the window so that the yellow glow from the parking lot lights fell on the pages of the dog-eared Stephen King paperback he was working through. He hated working Saturday nights, but by two o’clock the local drunks had usually packed it in so he could slack off the rest of his shift. His favorite way of doing that was to sit in the parking lot of Milton’s Drugstore with a good horror or thriller novel guaranteed to keep him awake until his shift ended—or at least until he got called to work a wreck on the interstate when one of the out-of-town drunks wiped out. He didn’t mind those so much, because it was a lot easier if you didn’t recognize the faces when you pulled what was left of them out of the mangled remains of their cars. He had spent his whole life in Barnett County and knew every person in Briarwood Hollow by sight, though, so he really preferred that they not kill themselves when he was on duty.
He knew every car, too, and immediately recognized the shiny, red F-150 moving furtively along Main Street. Judge Hinks had given it to his daughter Carol June for her graduation present a year ago, and there was no good reason for it to be creeping ten miles under the speed limit and hugging the curb when there wasn’t another car in sight. With a long-suffering sigh Jack folded down the page in his book, tucked it away under his seat, and turned the key in the ignition.
Judge Hinks was going to be pissed if he had to pick up his little girl at the county jail for DUI again, and when he was pissed it wasn’t Carol June that he yelled at. Jack gnawed his lip and waited, halfway prepared to just let her go until she sailed right through the one red light in Briarwood Hollow without so much as tapping her brakes.
“Dammit,” he grumbled, and hit his lights and pulled out after her.
It took a minute for the driver to notice the flashing lights behind her, but then the pickup slewed to a stop with the front driver’s tire up on the curb. Jack climbed out of his car and raised his flashlight, sighing again as he stepped up to the window. He had to tap on the glass twice before the blonde in the driver’s seat managed to remember where the switch was to roll it down. She would have been pretty if she hadn’t been so slobbering drunk that she could barely sit upright.
“Hel-lo, Officer Sexy,” she purred at him.
“Carol June. Are you aware that you just ran a red light?”
She tittered. “I think my foot slipped on the brake.”
He knew that her foot had never been near the brake, and from the way she was slurring he was surprised she hadn’t already wrapped her truck around a tree. God watches over fools and drunks, isn’t that what they say? And Carol June qualified for both categories in spades. Jack shifted the flashlight so the beam slid over the passenger side of the compartment.
“Who have you got in here with you?”
“Oh, it’s just me and Kelsey,” she said.
Kelsey Trimble was the oldest daughter of the fire-and-brimstone preacher who ran Bobcat Springs Church. Jack had seen her with her family at most of the Friday night football games up at the high school until she graduated the previous fall. The slender brunette watched him with an expression somewhere between terror and relief. Apparently he wasn’t the only person bothered by Carol June’s driving.
“Where are you girls headed?”
Carol June hiccupped. “Oh, I’m taking Kelsey home. But after that…” She gave him an exaggerated wink.
Jack mentally ran through a long string of curses. There was no way he could let her drive around like this, and if that meant getting his ass chewed by Judge Hinks then he’d just have to deal with it.
“I need you girls to step out of the truck.”
“Out of the truck? Why?”
“Because you’re three sheets to the wind, Carol June. Again.”
The driver’s door popped open and the blond girl would have fallen on her face if Jack hadn’t caught her. He gripped her upper arm and somehow managed to keep her on her feet as she staggered to the back of the truck. Kelsey was already there, leaning against the tailgate and staring hopelessly out into the night with tears running down her cheeks.
“You just wait here a minute, Carol June.” He propped her against the tailgate and turned to the other girl.
“Kelsey, are you all right?”
“Have you been drinking, too?”
She sniffled. “Yes, sir. But I just had a couple of beers. Not like her.”
Jack’s mind raced. “Could you walk a straight line for me?”
“I think so.”
As she trod steadily along the white line by the curb, Jack felt himself relax. His dash cam had been broken since a cross-country chase over a bunch of badly rutted back roads and fields the week before, and he hadn’t called this in to dispatch. He just might get out of this mess without having to put up with one of the judge’s notorious temper tantrums.
“Kelsey, can you drive Carol June’s truck?”
“Sure, I’ve driven it lots of times. I wanted to drive us home tonight, but I couldn’t make her give me the keys and she was my only way home.”
“All right, here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to put Carol June back in the truck and you’re going to drive her home. I’ll follow you there and give you a ride home after. That way I don’t have to take anybody to jail tonight.”
He could feel the relief pouring off of her. “Okay.”
Ten minutes later they pulled up in Judge Hinks’s driveway. Kelsey turned off the truck and hopped out, leaving her friend snoring in the passenger seat. As she got to Jack’s car he leaned over and opened the door for her.
“Let’s go, before someone sees us.”
He backed out of the driveway with the lights off, not turning them on until they were far enough down the road that nobody from the judge’s house could see them. He glanced over at Kelsey and saw that she was sitting bolt upright with her hands twisted together in a tight knot in her lap.
“You really need to be more careful about who you hang out with. That girl is going to get herself killed one of these days, and she’s liable to take you down with her.”
“I know,” she said softly. “Thank you, Deputy Thompson.”
“Not taking me to jail.”
He laughed. “Girl, by the time your daddy is done with you, you’re probably going to wish I had taken you to jail.”
She flinched at that, and the look she turned on him was pure terror. “Oh, you’re not going to tell him, are you? Please, please don’t tell him. You know he doesn’t hold with drinking or… anything.”
The fear mingled with desperation on her face gripped him, touched something dark inside of him, and his cock throbbed and hardened in response. She was just nineteen—so pretty that it hurt to look at her, her big doe eyes pleading. She turned him on like nothing ever had.
“He told me if he found out I was hanging out with those frat boys again that he was going to tan my hide but good.”
Images of spanking that pert little ass until it turned bright pink floated through his mind. He got even harder. Up until she mentioned it, Jack hadn’t even considered saying anything to her daddy when he dropped her off, figuring that it was up to her to get herself out of the jam she was in. But now the thought of her slim curves burned in his mind, and the desperation in her frightened eyes made him want her like he had never wanted any other woman. He wanted to rip her clothes off and take her right there on the cold, vinyl seat. And he was her only way out of trouble.
“You think he’s not going to figure out what happened when I drop you off? Knowing your daddy he’s waiting in his chair right by the door, and if he doesn’t like the answers you give him when you go in he’ll be asking me questions tomorrow.”
Her bottom lip trembled. “Couldn’t you just tell him you saw me walking home alone in the dark and offered me a ride? Please, Deputy Thompson? You just don’t know…”
Jack sighed. “So I already kept you from going to jail tonight, and now you want me to lie to your daddy the preacher, too?”
She sniffled and hung her head.
He gave her about a mile and a half to think about it before he made his move. “All right, Kelsey. I’ll tell your daddy that you were coming home from the library in Stantonville with Carol June and her truck broke down. She rode home in the tow truck, and I offered you a ride so you wouldn’t have to walk home by yourself in the middle of the night.”
“Really? You mean it?”
Part of him saw her smiling brightly with sudden hope and wanted to just let it go. But he knew he wasn’t going to do that—couldn’t do that.
“I want something first, though.”
“From me? What?”
He let his eyes rove along her body, from her long, shapely legs up to the generous swell of her tits, and locked his eyes on hers. “I want you, Kelsey.”
“Wh—what?” she stammered, eyes wide.
“Come home with me now, and I’ll fix things for you with your daddy.”
She stared at him as though he had slapped her. “You can’t mean that.”
“Yep. That’s the offer. Take it or leave it.”
“But I can’t. That’s a terrible sin. I just can’t,” she wailed.
Jack shrugged. “Then you’ll just have to deal with your daddy by yourself.”
What Kelsey hadn’t told Jack was that not only had her daddy threatened to tan her hide, he had told her he’d throw her out of his house to earn the wages of sin with nothing but the clothes on her back.
Another mile went by in silence. She watched Jack from the corner of her eye. There wasn’t a girl in Briarwood Hollow that hadn’t gone weak in the knees over Jack Thompson at some point. At twenty-six he stood six-foot five and was deeply tanned from spending so much time outdoors. Unlike some of the other deputies who let themselves go to pot from sitting in their cars all the time, Jack kept himself in shape chopping firewood for his elderly neighbors and running for miles along the back roads. Glossy, black hair clung tightly against his head in thick curls that made fingers itch to twine in their silken coolness, and one look from those sexy blue eyes was enough to get a girl wet and achy and thinking all kinds of wicked, sinful thoughts.
So when Kelsey found herself actually considering Deputy Thompson’s offer, she had to admit to herself that it wasn’t solely out of desperation. He was a few years older, he had every girl in town pining over him, and when he had looked at her earlier it made liquid heat pool between her legs until she was afraid she was going to get his seat wet.
She bit her lip, knowing that they were almost at her house and she didn’t have long to make up her mind. Fear and a fluttering need deep within drove her to answer.
“All right,” she whispered.
Blue eyes pinned her in place for a moment, then Jack nodded and swung the car in a leisurely U-turn. He keyed the mike on his radio.
“Dispatch, Thompson. I’m going to be ten-seven for a while. Over.”
“Copy your ten-seven, Thompson.”
Quiet sounds filled the night as Jack opened the car door for her when they reached his house—wind in the pines, singing tree frogs, the lonely call of an old hoot-owl. Kelsey took a deep breath and tried to soak it in and relax, but then Jack took her elbow to lead her to the house and his touch sent sparks sizzling along her skin. Her body was betraying her and they hadn’t even made it inside, yet.