Page 92 of Intimately Faithful

Something was proven today. That he had more Murphy in him than anything else because those short thirty minutes it took for him to catch up to Aoife, he’d been willing to step into his old skin and do whatever it took to get his girl out of there safely.

For love he would do anything.

And hoped God had an understanding ear afterwards.

“Is it okay we’re here…snuggling?” She whispered the last word, making him grin and he just had to kiss her again, light and soft.

He loved this girl something rotten.

And he had a feeling he was about to go a little daft in the love department by spoiling her even more by giving her every ounce of love he possibly could.

“You’re always welcome in God’s house, sweetheart.”

“Okay, good. Let’s make out.”

The little brat attacked his mouth, swallowed his laugh and yanked a little on his hair until he was all nicely revved up and she was smiling with her freckles hidden by her beautiful pink cheeks.

When she sighed and rested her head on his shoulder, he’d never felt so at peace before. This girl who brought trouble and heartbreak was his home and his everything.

There was still a lot to sort through, especially considering Misha and how they went about making her theirs. But for now, the baby slept peacefully after her oatmeal and Danny had his girl on his lap.

Nothing better than that.

Other than making her his wife.

He’d do it tomorrow if he could.

“You’ll stay.” He said lifting her hand to his mouth.

“Nah, I thought now I’ve won you around I’d go back home,” her smile lit him up. “I’m going nowhere, pastor Murphy. Do you have plans for me? A pastor’s wife, maybe?” She knew him so well.

“No. Just Danny’s wife.”

Love flared to life on her face and once again he found his mouth attacked by a tiny, ginger rascal girl who’d kept him on his toes for years.

“Is this how I can expect the next sixty years of our lives together to go, you just pounce on me willy-nilly?”

“Danny….. don’t be saying that now. It only makes me horny and I’m trying to be a good girl, I am. We are in church.”

It didn’t stop her from rubbing on his hard cock for the next thirty minutes.

He sat in the first pew with his hands loosely clasped together and the smaller hand laid over his thigh as both Aoife and Misha in her arms, dozed together.

It had been a day and both his girls were tired.

It had been agoodday.

Once all the shite had died down and he’d got done chewing Aoife’s ass… not literally, she didn’t deserve pleasure, not when he was furious. Maybe tonight though. Shit, now his dick was stirring thinking about spanking her with the fullness of his palm until she was red and sore. He needed to stop bringing her here or he’d cause a holy scene sporting erections every time he was giving a sermon.

She was going to be hell on him, and he couldn’t wait even a second for their life to be normal again.

They’d had enough drama already.

“Love you so much,” she said in a hushed whisper, cuddling into his shoulder.

“You’ve no idea how much I love you, Aoife. How stupid in love I am with you.Always you. From the moment you put your hand in mine. Everything about you screams to my soul, telling me you’re mine.”

He heard her dreamy sigh and he glanced up to the ceiling and smiled.