Page 2 of The Sin of True Love
And for some reason, that’s what’s on my mind when I look at her: making babies.
She’s wearing a camisole that hugs her flat stomach and the curves of her C-cups to perfection. I’m irate that she’s wearing a bra. All that’s doing is blocking my view of what else she has in store.
She’s on her phone, and I’m instantly wondering who she’s talking to. A guy? Does she have a boyfriend?
She turns and looks in our direction, and as our eyes meet, blood rushes to my cock, causing it to go instantly hard beneath my jeans.
Goddamn. I’m twenty-nine. Nothing like that has happened to me since I was a teenager. But here I am lusting over this chick like she’s the goddess of femininity come to Earth.
“Who the hell is that?” I ask.
“Oh, you don’t know?” Dave chuckles under his breath. “That’s the Reverend’s daughter, Michelle Tuttle.”
“What’s she doing here?” I ask. “And how did we not see her this whole morning?”
“Good question,” Rodney chimes in. “Let’s go ask her–”
“I’ll go,” I bark. “You guys stay here.”
I get up quickly and start marching away from the boys. I hear Chris call out, “Okay, boss!” sarcastically as I stride toward her.
Part of me wants to turn around and tell them all to get back to work and that lunch break is over, just to keep their eyes off of her. After all, I do have seniority here on the crew. But I push that down and keep walking. I don’t want to create any conflict. All I want to do is get closer to her.
The Reverend is a rich and powerful man in this town. There’s no way a guy like me would ever have a chance with his daughter. But I just can’t help myself. It’s like a powerful force is pulling me toward her, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
“So are we building this house for you?” I ask, stepping up behind her. She whirls around, startled, still on her phone with whoever it is. Her little jump causes her breasts to bounce, which in turn causes my cock to throb with excitement.
Christ, she really is unbelievable.
“I’ll talk to you later,” she whispers into the phone, then quickly hangs up. She looks at me, and I feel my gut clench. It’s like looking into the depths of a painting done by one of the old masters. There’s no scale that could measure her beauty.
“Yes, actually,” she says, her smile tinged with something like sadness. “It is actually.”
“Seriously?” I reply. “Because I was just joking.”
She blushes and nods, looking down at her feet. Converse Chuck Taylors. New and not beat up. I guess she likes to look the part of a local girl who doesn’t come from money.
“Yeah, no, seriously,” she replies, stuttering slightly. “This is where I’ll be living with my new husband.”
She waves her arms ceremoniously and spins in a celebratory fashion, as though mocking everything she just said. However, the word husband hits me right in the gut like a blow from the hammer I was just holding.
There’s no way. I can tell by just looking at her she’s too young. This chick looks like she just graduated high school. How could she be betrothed already?
“Husband? How old are you?”
“Eighteen.” She shrugs, clearly on to what I’m getting at.
Rage fills me. I’ve never seen a girl so perfect in my life, and she’s already promised to another man? What kind of cruelty is the universe tormenting me with?
“And you’ve already found someone to marry?” I look down at her hand.
“I don’t know if I’d say that.” She glances over my shoulder, and I turn back to see the boys staring at us. “I assume they told you who my father is?”
“Ah.” I nod. “The great Reverend Tuttle.”
She lets out a sigh and runs a hand through her hair, revealing more of her gorgeous face.
“The great Reverend Tuttle,” she repeats. “Well when your father is a reverend, when he’s great, he picks a husband for you.”