Communion (On My Knees Duet 3)

"Gay megachurch pastor tries to run the megachurch without getting stabbed by the sharp end of a rainbow flag?"

"Or run over," V says, straight-faced. Then he snickers, and I shove him lightly.

"That's not funny."

He rubs his fingers over the top of his head. "Hey, I've got the scars to laugh about it."

I pull him close, kissing his warm mouth. When we pull apart, I say, "I guess you do."

"So what do you think?" he asks.

"About Ollie?"

"Yeah. The documentary. Could we talk to him? Just hear what he's got to say?"

I roll my eyes. "Whatever. You like him? Trust him?"

Vance nods. "I think he’s good people."

"If you say so." I wrap my palm around Rayne’s nape and kiss him again, saying another prayer of thanks that he's okay—that he came out of the car ordeal in one piece.

He kisses me back, running a hand down my abs through my shirt. "I've gotta have that soon," he murmurs.

Then he's grinning as he adjusts his semi, tucking it up into the waist of his boxer-briefs, and I'm laughing as I do a similar thing, trying to keep from tenting my pants.

"I should check on Miller and the baby," I say. "Why don't you let Ollie in, and we'll go to one of the parlors."

Vance

I shut the door behind Ollie and arch my brows at Sky babe.

"Yeah?" I ask him.

"Yeah." He gives a funny little twist of a smile.

We just told Ollie we're on board for working on a documentary.

I arch my brows at Luke again. You sure about it?

"I'm in," he says. "I'm past hiding. This is who I am, and this is who we are, and this is what we're doing."

"Fuck yes, it is." I run my hands down his arms from the shoulder down to his forearms, squeezing gently. Sky just told Ollie all about his plans for The Rainbow Initiative, and the various centers and clinics that’ll be under its umbrella, and I'm just fucking wowed by the ambition of it. All this from a man who was still in the closet a few months back.

"You're amazing,” I tell him. “You know that, right?"

He smirks, squinting his eyes and screwing up his face. Adorably awkward.

"Yeah, you fucking are." I kiss his cheek, then wrap my arms around his neck. There's nothing better than the feeling of our chests pressed together. All Sky's warmth and steady weight. He's my gravity.

"You are," he says, holding me close. He steps back so he's leaned against the foyer's wall, and we go at each other for a second like a couple of horny teenagers.

"Fuck. I need this," I pant into his mouth.

"Need it more," he says. But he pulls away. "It was nice of Miller to make the bottle. But we're gonna have to feed her."

I laugh. "I know. And I want to." I want to hold Little Missy's squishy, huggable, warm little body and see her funny faces. I just also want to fuck my husband.

"She'll be down soon enough,” I say—both to myself and Luke. “Then we can dive between the sheets."

"I think you mean into the closet." Sky chortles.

"As long as Miller seems okay."

"Why don't I fire up the Nintendo Switch and we'll do a few games—he and I—and you feed Miss Baby and get her down? Then we'll meet up—"

"In the closet?" I snicker.

"Yes, Vanny. I'm stuffing that hole of yours in the closet. And then I'm gonna leave you with a plug in, in the tub to soak while I go check on Miller again. That kid's going to do another round of therapy with me, and I'm going to make him feel like he's not alone. Like he will never be alone, like you and I are his real uncles.

“And then I'm gonna come in, pull the plug out, and fuck you again—until you're sore enough to think of me all day tomorrow. It's a Saturday, you know, and I'll be at the church a lot of it. I wish we could do another honeymoon." Sky surprises me by pulling me against him, wrapping both his arms around me, leaning on me.

I run my hand over his hard shoulders. He lays his cheek on my head.

"You're a good man, Sky babe."

"You're the best." He kisses my throat, sucking softly. Then he lifts his head, looking at me with tired, hazel eyes.

"I'm going to take you right here in the foyer if we're not more careful."

I shove his shoulder. "Go play games, preacher. I'll feed our baby."

He snorts. "I'll feed you this dick."

And then we're dry humping again—this time against the wall of the hall that leads from the foyer into the living room.

"McD. You're out of control," I whisper, feigning chastisement.

But I can't stop kissing him. His lips look swollen when we pull away from each other.

"I think our padawan is going to know what you've been doing,” I tease Sky.