Claiming Aubrey: The Soldier's Revenge Read online

  Claiming Aubrey

  (The Preacher’s Girls)

  by

  Lexi Arabella

  Copyright 2013 by Lexi Arabella

  This story was previously published as ‘The Preacher’s Virgin Daughter.’

  This work of fiction contains graphic sexual content and is for mature audiences only. It is intended only for those eighteen years of age or older. All characters portrayed in this ebook are consenting adults eighteen years of age or older.

  ***

  Smashwords Edition, License Notes

  This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person. If you're reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

  ***

  The Preacher’s Girls series:

  1. Claiming Aubrey

  2. Claiming Sophia

  3. Claiming Ellie

  ***

  Gavin Clark

  Why did I put myself through the torture of attending service at Reverend Steve Hall’s church every Sunday, when Steve Hall was the man I hated most in the world?

  It’s not like his was the only church in Pine Falls. There was a perfectly good one that was even closer to my house, but I drove past it every Sunday morning, heading to the church of that bastard Reverend Hall.

  Not that anyone else in town thought of him as a bastard. Nope, the preacher was one of the most well-loved, well-respected people in Pine Falls.

  So why did I go to his church when just the sight of him made my blood boil in anger?

  The answer sat in the front row of church every week, gazing adoringly at Reverend Hall as he preached- his wife, Elizabeth, who also happened to be the girlfriend Steve Hall stole from me all those years ago.

  Sure, it happened decades ago, and even back then no one else thought of the situation as Steve Hall having stolen Elizabeth from me, but I sure as hell did. Elizabeth and I had been high school sweethearts, with me being a few grades ahead of her. We promised to write each other every day when I enlisted in the Army after graduation.

  And we did, until the letters dropped from daily to weekly to monthly, and then the day came when I got a letter from Elizabeth saying I’d always have a place in her heart, but that she’d met someone else and was engaged to be married.

  Now, Elizabeth was Elizabeth Hall, and Steve had gone on to become a preacher. They had three gorgeous daughters who looked just like her. Daughters who should have been mine. Daughters who should have been calling me Daddy, not that bastard Reverend Hall. While I was serving our country as a soldier, Reverend Hall was stealing away the love of my life.

  I had married, had two sons, and was now divorced, but I still never got over Elizabeth, even though no one knew it. How could I get over her when Reverend Hall had everything that should have been mine? A loving wife who was just as beautiful as she was twenty years ago, and three innocent daughters who grew more beautiful each week.

  ****

  “You go on in and save us seats,” I said to my teenage son Jeff. “I want to put this up first.”

  With my younger son Danny trailing behind me, I walked over to the member announcements board that was hung on the wall of the church lobby, holding the ‘babysitter wanted’ flyer I had typed up and printed out that morning. School was letting out for the summer at the end of the month, and I would need someone to look after Danny while I was at work. Jeff had a summer job, and wouldn’t have wanted to spend his vacation watching his five-year-old brother, anyway.

  I pulled one of the unused thumbtacks out of the corkboard, using it to pin my flyer up in a clear spot.

  “Hello, Mr. Clark.”

  I turned around to find Aubrey Hall standing behind me, smiling up at me. I was struck by how much she looked like her mother had back in high school. Aubrey had the same creamy skin, kissable pink lips, and flowing golden hair. Even with her fairly modest church dress covering her, I could see that her little body was enough to drive any man crazy- softly curved hips and perky little breasts that would fit nicely in my large hands.

  “Hi, Aubrey,” I said, remembering to speak. Luckily, Aubrey didn’t notice my gaze wandering over her body, since she was peering over my shoulder at the announcements board.

  “You’re looking for a babysitter?”

  “A babysitter? Oh, yes, I am looking for a babysitter.” I reluctantly tore my eyes away from the hint of cleavage I could see peeking over the top of her dress. “I need someone to look after little Danny here this summer.”

  “Well I’m looking for a babysitting job this summer, actually.” She ran her fingers through her hair and lowered her voice. “Daddy wants me to work at the church like I usually do in the summer, but he still treats me like I’m a little girl, you know?”

  “Yeah,” I said, forcing myself to keep my eyes on her face. I couldn’t blame Reverend Hall for being an overprotective father. If I had a daughter as innocently sexy as Aubrey, I wouldn’t want to let her out of my sight either.

  “But I’m eighteen now and I want to try getting a job on my own, without my daddy’s help. I have references, if you need them. I mean, if you’re even interested in considering me for the position.”

  Of course I was interested in having the preacher’s daughter in my house every week day for an entire summer. In fact, nothing had ever interested me more.

  “You’re hired.”

  Aubrey’s eyes widened and she clasped her hands together. “Really?”

  I reached behind me, ripping my short-lived ‘babysitter wanted’ ad from the board. I crumpled the paper in my hand and tossed it in a nearby trashcan.

  “Really,” I said, smiling down at her.

  “Oh, Mr. Clark!” she squealed, bouncing up and down in excitement. Her breasts jiggled as she moved, and I couldn’t keep my cock from hardening a bit as I watched. “I’ll be the best babysitter you’ve ever had, I promise.”

  Aubrey squatted down in front of Danny, beaming at him. “It looks like you and I are going to be spending a lot of time together this summer, little guy.”

  I could hardly believe the opportunity that had just fallen into my hands. Looking down her dress from above, my groin ached as I imagined grabbing Aubrey’s bare breasts in my palms, pinching her nipples as I shoved my cock between her thighs, fucking her tight little pussy until I spilled my seed deep inside Reverend Hall’s precious virgin daughter.

  Aubrey

  I was curled up on the couch in the living room of the Clark home, holding the book I had just finished reading and wishing I’d thought to bring another one with me. Danny was upstairs in his bedroom taking his afternoon nap, and since he was really tired from running around the neighborhood playground all morning, I knew he wouldn’t be waking up for another few hours.

  I loved my summer gig. Mr. Clark was super nice, and he paid me ten bucks an hour- way above the going rate for babysitters in Pine Falls- to watch Danny, who was no trouble at all and lots of fun to be around. But there wasn’t much for me to do while Danny was napping, other than read.

  Yawning, I raised my arms above my head and stretched my body as I sat up. My shirt lifted up a bit, and though there was no one around to see me, my daddy had lectured my sisters and I enough about the importance of modesty that I quickly yanked my shirt back down over the little expanse of belly that had been exposed. In a rush to leave the house on time that morning, I had grabbed a shirt I wore a lot during prev
ious summers out of the closet. It must have shrunk in the wash, since it fit a lot more snugly than I remembered.

  Getting up from the couch, I headed up the stairs to check on Danny. I slowly turned the doorknob to his bedroom, taking care to be quiet although I had learned over the past few weeks that he was a pretty heavy sleeper. Peering into the room, I saw that he was still asleep in his bed, snoring softly.

  I pulled the door shut, wondering what to do as I walked back down the hall. As I passed the master bedroom, I paused in front of the closed door. Mr. Clark’s bedroom was the only room in the house I hadn’t seen yet. He had told me to make myself at home, so maybe he wouldn’t mind if I took a look around?

  Stepping inside, I felt guilty even though I wasn’t doing anything wrong- or at least that’s what I told myself. I smiled when I saw there was a tall bookshelf in the corner of the room. The top shelf was full of trophies and military medals. I fingered the little golden plaques affixed to the trophies, reading them to find they were from Mr. Clark’s high school days. I was surprised to find out that he had been a star football player. I had known he was a soldier, but his football trophies showed that he went to the same school as my mom at the same time she did. I wondered if they had known each other back then.

  Books filled the next few shelves. I browsed through them, trying to find something I would like. They were mostly autobiographies, and I came across one about Amelia Earhart that seemed interesting. I picked it up, ready to head back downstairs to read it, before noticing that there was a row of movies on the bottom shelf.

  I didn’t watch many movies or much television, since Daddy said most of it was mindless trash filled with sinful, anti-God messages. Once in a while, we went out as a family to the movies, but my parents always picked Christian flicks with strong religious themes.

  A few times at my friend Dana’s house, I had watched romance movies with her. I loved them, even though I knew I’d get in so much trouble if my daddy found out I was watching something he hadn’t approved first.

  Bending over, I read the spine of each DVD case, pulling them out to look at the cover and read the summary on the back if it seemed promising. Not one of them was any good. They were all action movies, and I wanted to watch a movie about two people falling in love and holding hands, not fight scenes and explosions. Just as I was about to pick up the Amelia Earhart book and leave with it, I noticed I had skipped over a case that didn’t have a title on the spine. I pulled it out and saw that there was no cover or description on the back. It was just a plain black case.

  Curious, I opened the unmarked case to find a disc inside. The words Forbidden Desire were printed across the case in red lettering. It sounded romantic, like the last movie I watched at Dana’s house- a sweet story called Hidden Love, a movie about two teens who fell in love during a war.

  Pulling the disc out of the case, I walked over to the television in front of Mr. Clark’s bed. I turned it on and popped the disc in the DVD player before grabbing the remote, jumping into Mr. Clark’s bed, and pressing play. I settled on my stomach, propping myself up on my elbows and resting my chin in my hands, and kicked my legs in the air behind me as the movie started.

  It didn’t take long for me to realize that Forbidden Desire wasn’t a love story, and it definitely wasn’t the kind of movie God- or my daddy- would approve of me watching. It started out innocently enough. A girl, who looked to be around my age, was home alone when the doorbell rang. She answered the door and let an older man in, who turned out to be her dad’s best friend. Things quickly turned wicked from there, but I was so shocked that I couldn’t stop watching as the depraved scene unfolded before me.

  The man started off by kissing the girl as soon as he walked in the house. Daddy didn’t allow me to date, but I had kissed Aaron Parker once in the bushes behind the church. The way the man was kissing the girl onscreen was nothing like my fumbling peck with Aaron Parker, though. It was unlike any kiss I had ever seen. The man crushed his lips against the girl’s, roughly pawing at her breasts through her shirt as he pushed his tongue into her mouth.

  I couldn’t imagine being kissed like that, touched like that, and especially not by someone my daddy’s age. Grabbing the remote, I placed my thumb over the stop button, but I couldn’t bring myself to press it. Instead, I watched in disbelief as the girl responded by sliding her hand down the man’s body and rubbing him through the crotch of his jeans.

  A shiver ran through me, but I wasn’t cold. In fact, I was warm and growing even hotter, starting at my cheeks and spreading all the way down, to places I didn’t even dare think about.

  “Get on your knees,” the man said gruffly, pushing the girl down by her shoulders.

  She kneeled before him, and the next thing I knew, she had unzipped his pants and grabbed his long rod in her hand. I had never seen one before. It was thick and rigid, the tip of it red and shinier than the rest of it. My own mouth dropped open as I watched the girl open her mouth, guiding the man’s thickness past her lips.

  I was completely astonished, marveling at the hardness of the man’s member and wondering why any girl would stick it in her mouth. Sure, I didn’t know much about sex, but I had gathered enough over the years to piece together that a man was supposed to slip between a girl’s thighs, not her lips.

  I didn’t have to wonder for long, though. The man groaned, tilting his head back and thrusting himself deeper into the girl’s mouth. The grimace that spread across his face was one of pleasure, and based on his reaction, I knew it must feel unbelievably good to a man to have a warm, wet mouth wrapped around his thickness. It made me pulse between my thighs as I watched her move up and down the length of him, looking up into his eyes as she worked.

  “Oh yeah, suck my cock like that,” he groaned. “That is so fucking sexy.”

  A funny feeling danced through my belly at his dirty words. My ears burned and I could feel myself blushing. I thought of the time I said ‘damn’ once when I was thirteen. Momma heard me and washed my mouth out with soap, and I never said another bad word again. My mind didn’t linger on that years-old punishment for long, though, because what was happening in the movie captured my attention fully.

  The man carried the girl into the living room, carelessly dropping her on the couch. He grabbed his shirt, lifting it over his head. He had already stepped out of his jeans earlier, so he was standing there completely naked, his massive body towering over the tiny girl on the couch.

  “Take off your clothes,” he growled.

  She obeyed, scrambling out of her clothes while sitting on the couch. When she pulled her panties off, he got on his knees in front of her. The camera zoomed in, showing a close-up view of the girl’s bare crotch. She spread her legs open wide and I could see every detail of her most private parts, splashed right across the screen in high definition- her plump folds, her pink opening, everything.

  The girl wasn’t just bare because she didn’t have a stitch of clothing on. No, she was completely bare, totally bare, as in completely hairless and smooth. I thought of the sparse thatch of soft curls that covered my own mound, and decided the girl must shave down there like I shaved my legs.

  I quickly stopped wondering how she got it so smooth when the man reached out to touch her between her legs, spreading her lips apart with his fingers. I watched, entranced, and finally dropped the remote, realizing that no matter how unholy this movie was, I wasn’t going to turn it off any time soon.

  “Look at how pretty your pussy is. Do you like it when I touch your clit?” he asked, rubbing two fingers over a little pink nub of flesh at the top of the girl’s slit.

  “Oh god, yes! Oh fuck yes, I like it, I fucking love it!” she cried, her face twisted.

  “And you’re so goddamn wet for me,” the man said with a fiendish grin, his fingers disappearing inside the girl.

  When he pulled them back out, they were glistening with sticky wetness. I swallowed hard, my breathing heavy as I watched the man lift his hand t
o the girl’s face and smear the wetness across her lips.

  It was a truly sick, perverse movie, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from it. I pushed myself off the mattress, sitting up on Mr. Clark’s pillows and resting my back against the headboard. Rubbing myself through the thick material of my jean shorts, I watched with my lips parted as the man sat down on the couch, pulling the girl on top of his lap.

  “I can’t wait to feel your tight cunt around my cock, you little slut,” he said.

  I gasped, shocked at the name he called her, but rubbing myself faster at the same time.

  The dirty name didn’t seem to bother the girl either, because she pinched her nipples, moaning, “Ohh, I want you inside me so bad. I want you to fuck me and hurt me with your fat cock.”

  The man held onto her hips with his large hands, keeping her in place as he slid himself- his cock, I thought to myself, feeling naughty for even thinking the word- against her slick mound.

  “Lift up,” he barked.

  She did as he said, and he grabbed his thick pole in hand, pressing the tip against her wet pink hole.

  “But what if my dad comes home?” the girl asked, her voice suddenly panicky.

  That made me think of what would happen if my own daddy knew what I was doing right then. Watching a dirty movie I found, lying in Mr. Clark’s bed as I rubbed myself and imagined what it would feel like to be the girl on the screen.

  I didn’t have to think hard about how Daddy would react if he found out how shamelessly I was behaving. He would do the same thing he did whenever I did something bad. Daddy would pull me over his knee and spank me with his bare hand, his harsh smacks merciless against my tender skin, while he quoted Bible verses that were relevant to the transgression at hand.