Where the Devil Says Goodnight (Folk Lore #1) - K.A. Merikan Page 0,84
the bus arrived, and then watching him disappear in the distance, alone in a village that had no place for someone like him.
A bitter end to a summer of love that should have never been.
Tears were close to welling up when something pulled on Adam’s leg and dragged him under the surface. The stupidest thought he’d ever come up with hit him first—that a drowner was pulling him all the way down. And the one that came next was even sillier—there could be no drowners in the water because he’d blessed the lake, as if legendary creatures were real in the first place.
The strong hand dragged him down, and he barely managed to catch a gulp of air before he was plunged into the water.
Emil. Of course.
The story of Adam’s life made literal. Emil kept pulling him deeper and deeper into murky waters he should avoid. But as he opened his eyes and saw Emil smile in the greenish depths, his long dark hair floating around them like tentacles, giving in was the only option. He stroked Emil’s side and pressed their lips together before playfully pushing him away and emerging to the surface.
“What are you doing? I’m too young to die!”
“I wouldn’t let you drown,” Emil said as soon as he appeared and pulled Adam in for a hug that was perilously close to getting sexual.
Adam met his gaze, his hands settling on his lover’s hips, but he remained undecided and splashed his face before swimming off on his back. “You say that now.”
Emil laughed and grabbed his ankle. “Come back here!”
Maybe that was why his mother really didn’t want him to come here? This sense of isolation that made sin come so easily, because it felt that nobody would ever found out. She and Dad got talked into participating in a pagan celebration, and maybe she knew temptation wouldn’t spare her son either? Whatever happened in Dybukowo, would stay here forever—hidden away in the valley.
Water splashed Adam’s face, and he burst into laughter, letting Emil pull him closer as the clouds obscured some of the sky. With most of their bodies underwater, the physical closeness in public was easier to excuse, and he looked up, biting his lip as Emil pushed back the hair that stuck to his face.
“Or what?”
“Or a drowner will take your balls,” he whispered, and before Adam knew it, Emil’s fingers found their way to Adam’s crotch.
His toes dug into the sand under his feet, and he pressed his hand to Emil’s chest, breathless from the suddenness of this sensation. “Oh, God.”
Emil gently pulled on Adam’s sac with that smile straight from hell. “But maybe he’d suck on them first…”
Adam’s thoughts went red with heat, and within two heartbeats got so obscene he should’ve buried himself in the sand and never come out. He wasn’t stupid. It was obvious that Emil wanted more from the sexual relationship they shared. More than touching, kissing, and watching each other masturbate.
Adam had already broken his vows of celibacy and was conducting mass without a clean conscience. He wasn’t only a bad priest but a terrible human being. A liar. A hypocrite. But he so very much wanted to give in. He wanted to feel Emil’s weight on him and once again experience the overwhelming sensation of Emil’s cock entering his body. They both wanted what had happened when Adam had been the demon’s slave, but it was too much of a risk.
And Adam’s fear was greater than his need for specific sexual acts when he could have Emil in other ways.
“Praise be!”
A female screech tore through the air so unexpectedly Adam lost balance and fell back into the water when he tried to step away too fast.
The giggles that followed told Adam the greeting wasn’t sincere at all. Jessika Golonko walked toward the grassy shore with a blonde friend. They both carried matching Louis Vuitton beach bags and were clad in bikinis. And while they moved at a leisurely pace, with Adam and Emil butt-naked in the water, it felt as if the teenagers were two race horses approaching the finish line.
He’d tempted fate, and this time, fate had taken the bait.
“Now and forever,” Adam answered in a trembling voice, dipping in all the way to his neck while Emil watched him, cracking up as if this was all a big joke. “Girls, please turn around. I wasn’t expecting female company.”