GOOD RIGHT REVEREND

CHAPTER FOUR

RIB OF MY RIB

Donovan pressed Brocus against the door, kissing him allowing his hands to roam over his body. Brocus pulled out of the kiss and looked into his eyes. "Are we getting started instead or trying to end our tryst." He moaned. "If you don't stop, we'll never get out of here."

"That's the plan, to never leave" Donovan said pulling him into an embrace. I'm not totally opposed to living in this room for the rest of our lives.

"They'll send out the national guard to search for you."

"The only search party that will be sent is one for you if you disappear. I'll find you, the earth is not a big enough planet." I'll give up time, space and the continuum until you are found. You are mine nothing is changing that fact.

"Promises, promises Donovan no need to fill my head with sweet talk I'm already floating after all the phenomenal sex." he confessed feeling the blush spread to his ears.

"Phenomenal? Um" Donovan moaned. Purely necessary I have to remind you with pleasure just how much you mean to me."

"One more kiss?" Donovan begged. Brocus tilted his lips up to accept the lingering kiss.

"Gah!" Donovan groaned.

"Back to reality babe". Brocus agreed stepping out of his embrace.

"Did we get everything? he asked patting his pocket for his phone and keys.

"Well I didn't come with much, Brocus admitted. When I got your text state rehearsal was just getting started and I all but ran out mumbling about an emergency. I told Roman he was ready to handle a rehearsal," Brocus chuckled.

"Really, was he?" Donovan asked concerned. "Roman has only been assisting you for a few months."

"Who knows, I just knew I had to go. Just getting that text made the front of my pants bulge I had to get out of there." He giggled.

Donovan joined Brocus in laughing and pulled the hotel room door open.

Brocus gasped at the sight in front of them and mumbled "Oh fuck."

"Bout fucking time! Do you have any fucking idea how long I've been waiting? I was minutes from making the decision to knock the damn door down!"

Donovan rolled his eyes to the heavens. He may not have gone to hell in his youth, but he definitely resided there now. "You know Patrice, that language is not becoming of a pastor's wife" he stated calmly.

"Whatever! Do you really think I care about living up to your standards Donovan! You are hardly a role model. You finally finished getting your dick sucked and stroked?"

"You are so tactless!" Brocus snarled.

"Don't waste your breath babe. It only fuels the fire" Donovan stated softly.

"Yeah in other words shut up Bro-cus. I'm talking to my husband!" Patrice hissed.

"Patrice what are you doing here?" Donovan asked coolly. No forget that question! How in the hell did you know I was here?" Donovan narrowed his eyes. This wasn't even planned. He'd wondered lately if she was still having him followed his question was now answered.

"Well Donovan a wife should know where her husband is and who he's with don't you think?" she asked crossing her arms across her double D chest.

She was stunning, her long auburn hair stopped at her tiny waist which accented an ample chest. With a firm full backside, she was a neat package all tied in a bow with emerald green eyes and full pouty lips. Any and everybody saw them as the perfect couple. Their looks complimented each other and in a way they were perfect together. She'd wanted the prestige of being the wife of a church pastor mainly because her parents wanted that for her and because her mom had been one. In the same necessity Donovan required a wife to keep potential rumors at bay and to please his parents. But the real reason he'd married her was simple, good old-fashioned black mail.