Preacher's Daughter - Flora Ferrari Page 0,7

junior. This is my turf now, I’m staking my claim.

“It’s been fixed,” I growl, leaning so far over Faith I feel the small of her back, her soft ass pressing against me.

She leans back even, and I fancy she makes a little mewing sound as she relaxes into my growing hardness as it blooms up her spine.

The repair guy looks puzzled, his eyes moving from mine to Faith.

Faith murmurs something, one of her hands behind the door reaching around for me, gripping against my thigh and making me groan.

“Sorry, Fitz. Didn’t Daddy tell you? I had a… friend drop by and it’s being fixed already,” she manages through a shivering breath.

“Being fixed, or has been fixed,” Fitz says, his eyes narrowing with suspicion now as he pulls up his tool belt, pushing his glasses up his snout.

“Being fixed,” I growl from behind her, feeling the vibrations of my voice run through her hot little body pushed up against mine.

God, I’m gonna fuck her so hard. I know I am and she’s gonna scream my name so loud the whole world will know she belongs to me.

“Well, uh… Mister…?” Fitz asks, propping the door open with one of his feet.

“Pastor Holding asked me to come by and check on Faith’s Air con, Mister. And I’d appreciate it if y’all would let me do just that!” he announces with some authority.

Pastor?

It’s my turn to take a step back, confused more than anything.

I should have realized. The heavy, white fittings and huge white staircase. The embroidered framed prayers on the walls and the huge wooden cross over the hall table.

Daddy’s little girl is the local preacher’s daughter.

Faith pushes back into me, stepping on my toes as I get the message to let the guy in.

“Sorry, Fitz. C’mon in… we just thought…” she says, trailing off.

“You alright. Faith?” he asks, peering from her back to me. “I mean, everything alright here? Your Dad asked me to check in on you too, never mentioned y’all had company.”

I start to growl again, but Faith grips the younger man by the elbow, apologizing to him all the way to the foot of the stairs.

“Go ahead, Fitz. You know the way,” she says, practically pushing him up by now before turning to me.

My head’s cocked and my hands ball up into fists.

“He knows the way?” I hiss at her as she comes over to me, both hands out to rest on my forearms.

“I didn’t know he was coming this morning, he’s a friend of Daddy’s,” she says.

“The preacher,” I groan, reminding myself.

Her face twists and drops, suddenly pale as she turns away from me.

I’ve hurt her without meaning to. I’ve said the wrong thing at the wrong time.

She’s taking slow steps towards the stairs, Fitz calling down asking her if she tried plugging it in before he gives a loud, piggish snort of laughter.

“Faith,” I call, grateful when she turns around, her lip trembling.

“I don’t mind whose daughter you are. Just tell me you don’t have a boyfriend, nobody like hog-boy up there for me to have to deal with?”

Her sudden smile tells me everything in an instant.

There’s nobody, she’s worried I won’t want her if her Dad’s a preacher.

And I’m worried I’ll have to sacrifice anyone who gets between me and what I know is already mine, just waiting to be plucked from the tree.

The tree.

“It was you last night, wasn’t it?” she asks, making me blush now, looking down at my boots. An impish grin forms on my lips, as my hands trying to cover my bulge.

A permanent thing, I figure. This effect she has on me.

“I think you might’ve tripped a fuse,” Fitz says loudly, interrupting us and walking through with an assortment of tools he’s sorting through.

“Humph!” he mutters to himself as he passes closest to me, making sure I can hear him.

But I’m not worried anymore.

“What if it was?” I ask her, looking up now I know we’re alone. Fitz has made his way down to the basement and I have Faith all to myself for a few minutes.

And from the look in her eyes, a whole lot longer after that.

I have a lot I want to tell her, but at the same time, I feel nervous suddenly.

She knows I’ve been watching her and now she’s embarrassed for real, I can tell.

I want her to know I liked what I saw, but with doughboy sniffing around, I figure it’s best to wait until he’s gone.

“Your Dad’s not the only one who wanted to