Chapter 5: Revelations
“Now,” Reverend Thorne said, his voice thick and hoarse. “f**k her.”
Charlie flinched. The grotesque obscenity masquerading as a man of God had put his deepest desire into words. But only he could make an act that was lovely and beautiful into something dirty, sordid, and shameful.
He ached to cross the room and punch the older man’s face into jelly. But Tamara’s restraining hand around his wrist kept him still. Their eyes met, and he understood. For now, he had to act with restraint.
Charlie slid his hands under Tamara’s back, lifting and turning her. When he was done, he looked over his shoulder at his lover’s husband. “Now?”
“Yes. Now.” Donald Thorne had his p***s clutched in his fist. His shorts and boxers were puddled around his feet, and without a skilled
