Page 12 of Dirty Priest

After we left her standing there with Van’s hoodie clutched against her chest, we hid out in the woods, watching her. She tore that blindfold off, and I waited with bated breath to see if she would regret what had just happened. When I saw her smile and bring Van’s hoodie to her nose and inhale, I knew she was made for this shit. We watched her pull it over her head and limp out of the woods. The highlight of the night was watching her climb into her car and stare in the rear-view mirror at the cross painted on her forehead.

The three of us stood there, chuckling. We could see her mouth moving and knew she was cussing us out, but we couldn’t hear her from where we were.

We raced home before her so we could change, and Van needed to fucking shower. He had her blood all over his face. We heard her pull into the driveway twenty minutes after we got back. The three of us were lounging on the sofa, acting like we were watching some shit on TV. None of us paid her any mind as she snuck in and ran straight upstairs, but we all laughed when we heard the shower start.

This morning, I’m still sporting a semi. All I could think about all night was how fucking good she felt wrapped aroundmy cock. I’ve thought about fucking her every day since she moved in with us at home. Finally being able to taste her lips and let my hands roam over her soft, creamy flesh had me busting a nut quicker than I wanted. But, the second she squirted all over my cock, I was done for. She soaked my entire front, and smelling her on me last night before I showered had me stroking one out just from the scent of her cum.

Kye sits beside me at the breakfast counter, drinking his protein shake. Being up this early on a Saturday should be a fucking crime, but we need to clean up the mess from the fundraiser before church tomorrow. Van saunters into the kitchen, sporting his fucking bed hair. My brows raise at the sight of the nail marks on his back when he turns to grab a glass from the cabinet. I open my mouth to tell him to put a shirt on before she sees it, but I’m too late. Peyton saunters into the kitchen, wearing Van’s fucking hoodie from last night!

Kye chokes on his protein shake. Van spits the orange juice back into his glass, while I just gawk at her. Her hair is in disarray. I drop my eyes to her knees and fight not to smirk at the small scratches I see there from her kneeling on the ground while she sucked our dicks.

“What the hell are you all looking at?” she snaps. Both Kye and Van begin to mutter some bullshit.

I cut them off. “Who’d you fuck to get that?” I say, pointing to her hoodie. Both the guys snap their gazes to me and glare, but I ignore them, keeping my face blank. Peyton’s cheeks begin to heat and she tries to act unaffected by my question but fails.

“Mind your own damn business, Hudson!” she hisses, then brushes past Van, who jumps back a step to avoid touching her. When she reaches up on her tiptoes to grab a glass, all three of us shift to get a glimpse of her flawless ass that peeks out beneath the hem of the hoodie. I bite down on my fist to keep from groaning aloud. Living with her and being around her aftertasting her is going to be fucking torture. “What time do we have to be at the church?” she asks no one in particular as she fills her glass with water.

“Nine,” Van forces out, then drops his glass in the sink and stalks out of the room.

“Get changed, Bunny,” Kye says. She whirls around and glares at him.

“Why?”

I roll my eyes. “Unless you want the three of us to be checking out your ass and pussy all day, I’d put some pants on, little sis.” Her jaw unhinges. I laugh at the look on her face and stalk out of the room whistling.

All day I have done nothing but think about Peyton and the sounds she made. Every time I look over at her in those tiny denim shorts and teal tube top, my cock leaps to attention. She has had most of the old fuckers in town staring at her ass every time she bent over, and it’s taken everything inside me not to break their noses. They claim to love God, and his word is law and all that shit, but it doesn’t stop them from being sleazy fucks and checking her out like a piece of meat. I know Kye and Van feel the same way I do. Kye had purposefully shouldered a few of the fuckers when they stared just a little too long.

He and I are the town outcasts, but it’s never bothered us. What we do behind closed doors is none of their fucking business. If they want to judge us for exploring our sexuality, then go for it because it won’t stop us. We’re best friends who like to fuck. That’s it, nothing more, nothing less.

“Next one that looks at her, I’m gonna lose it,” Kye snarls from beside me. I grunt my agreement. They aren’t looking ather because they think she is beautiful, they are undressing her with their eyes and it’s fucking sickening.

“You both are gonna finish cleaning up and do nothing.” Both Kye and I face Van. He can act like he doesn’t care, but I can see it in his eyes. It's bothering him as well. “Let them look, as we’re the ones who get to taste that sweet cunt, not them.”

I snort. “What happened to one and done?” I snark.

Van’s eyes narrow. He opens his mouth to curse me out but then remembers where we are. I smile at the fucker. “I’ll deal with you later,” he forces out.

“I’ve heard that before,” Kye mutters. We both laugh at Van’s expense and watch him stalk off, sporting a hard-on under those fucking robes. “He’s gonna lose that collar for her.”

“He’s wanted to give it up for a while but never had a reason to.”

“Until now.”

“Untilher,” I clarify. Kye grunts his agreement, the excitement coursing through me gives a wicked sense of satisfaction at the prospect of what might happen tonight. I can feel in my gut that Peyton will meet us tonight. There is no way she won’t show. I could see it in her eyes this morning. She may not know it was us last night, but we left an impression on her that she can’t ignore.

The day has dragged on so slowly that it’s almost painful. I keep thinking if I check the time on my phone that somehow the day would have passed by quicker, but all I feel is disappointment every time I look. Eagerness rides me harder than a jockey on the last mile of the track.

“Would you stop fucking fidgeting!” Van hisses. I snap my head up and scowl at the bastard.

“Oh, I’m sorry if my being horny distracts you,Father Pierce,” I mock.

The fucker narrows his eyes at me, and maybe I shouldn’t poke fun at him since we’re inside the church and hiding out in his office. He reaches up and grips the white collar, tugging it free, then tosses it onto his desk before leaning back in his chair and looking between me and Kye.

“I broke my vows last night,” he admits.

“I was joking,” I blurt, wishing I could take back my stupid joke.

“That vow is bullshit, you know it, and so does everyone else,” Kye adds.

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