Truly Madly Deeply

I am going to Hell.

That was the recurrent thought running through my mind as I walked up the aisle to meet my gorgeous stepbrother Caleb. When he reached out and offered me his arm, my pussy twitched as I slipped my arm through his. I wanted to slip my arm around his neck and place my lips against his skin. He smelled so good, like butterscotch and man, and I wanted to taste him. I wanted to taste him in church, right in front of our family and friends. As a God-fearing woman, I knew I was going to burn in Hell for all those things.

Caleb and I weren’t getting married, although at that moment, I wished we were. We were standing in his uncle Stan’s wedding. I hadn’t seen Caleb in ten years, since I was twenty and he was twenty-one. We hadn’t lived together since I turned eighteen and thought I was woman enough to kiss him. My mother had caught us in the barn. She hadn’t said anything, but the next day, Caleb was gone. I had seen him a few times at different family functions and various dinners at our parents’ house whenever I’d visited the island, but we’d never spent any length of time alone and had never talked about that incident.

Now here we were. I had a feeling I wouldn’t be able to escape him this time, nor did I want to.