Page 13 of Dirty Priest

Van scrubs a hand down his face. “I know, but it doesn’t change the fact I sinned, and now I am worse than an imposter. I violated one of my subjects, and I can’t undo that.”

I snort. “Peyton doesn’t want to change what happened last night. If she did, there is no way she would have come downstairs this morning wearingyourhoodie.” I can tell Van is fighting not to smirk.

“Are you worried you broke your vow or are you worried you will be a town outcast like me and Hud?” Kye asks. A pang of guilt hits me. It may not bother me or even affect me that the town thinks I’m dirty for fucking my best friend, but I never really stopped to think about how it affects Kye.

“I don’t give a shit what any of these small-minded pricks think, and they aren’t the ones I have to answer to when my time is up. It’s simpler for you both. You aren’t a priest, but I am! All I could think about all day was the taste of her and how fucking incredible it felt to have her pussy wrapped around my cock. I couldn’t even focus when Tom came to confession.”

“I would have thought finally being able to release some of that pent up tension would have eased your stress,” Kye mutters. I shake my head and smack the idiot's chest.

“What he is failing miserably at saying is…” I snark, “He’s a priest, and now he’s doubting his faith in the man above becausehis calling is no longer to serve the big man. He just wants to service my spitfire little sister, and now she is all he can think about.” I can’t keep the smile from my face as I look at Van. “How about we don’t wait for midnight and pay little Peyton a visit at home and take your mind off repenting for your sins, brother?”

“Fuck yeah, I’m so down with that plan,” Kye agrees.

“Make her run from the house and escape to the woods out the back, and she’ll be soaked by the time I catch her and feast on that delicious pussy,” Van says with a devious smirk. My cock is painfully pressed against my pants, begging to be let free.

Ready or not, little sinner, we’re coming for you.

CHAPTER NINE

PEYTON

“That’s great, Mom,” I say as I continue to scrub the oven out. I need something to take my mind off the anticipation of tonight and the only way to do that is to clean.

“Father Pierce went above and beyond for us.” I roll my eyes and shoot my phone the stink eye. “I really hope you will join us at church tomorrow, it would mean a lot to me and Ken to have both you and Hudson there with us.” I exhale loudly and try to bite back my snarky remark. She thinks the sun rises out of the priest's ass. If only she knew her favorite person had his fingers inside her daughter’s pussy, I wonder if she would still think he was Mr. Perfect?

“Mom, you know I have no interest?—”

“Peyton, I want you to be there.” Her tone leaves no room for argument. I want to roll my eyes again, but what’s the point when she can’t even see me? Ever since she called me twenty minutes ago she has been trying to convince me to attend church tomorrow. “Please, Pey, this would really mean a lot to me, Ken and Hudson if you were there with us.”

I snort. “Trust me, Mom, Hudson won’t give a shit if I’m there.”

“I really don’t like it when you curse,” she scolds.

If you don’t like cursing, you would have hated what I did last night.

“Sorry,” I mutter as I continue to scrub a tough clump of… I don’t even know what it is but it’s keeping me busy and my mind off my meeting tonight.

“So, you will be there, right?”

I tip my head back and groan up at the ceiling. “Yes. I’ll go if you hang up the phone.”

Mom squeals like a schoolgirl, which has me wanting to facepalm myself. “Amazing, Hudson will drive.” Before I can protest, she ends the call.

“Fuck!” I growl. She ambushed me and now I’m stuck going to church tomorrow morning to praise a God who would lock those pearly gates on me, hand me a first class ticket down south and kick my ass out. I’m not destined to rejoice with the angels, I’m fated to hang out and play poker with the devil, especially after what I did last night.

My train of thought is halted when the lights go out. I purse my lips, tug off the gloves and dump them on the counter as I grab my phone and turn the torch on. I was raised by my dad so I’m not stupid, I know how to fix a tripped circuit, change a tire, maintain a yard and so much more. I move through the kitchen and into the living room, heading to the basement so I can flip the breaker.

I’m careful as I descend the stairs, not wanting to slip and break my neck or something stupid. God, I won’t hear the end of it if Hudson comes home and finds me lying at the base of the stairs with a broken arm or something. I sigh in relief when I reach the landing. I turn toward the right and freeze, a scream lodging in my throat at the sight of two glowing rabbit masks! Last night in the woods they didn’t appear this ominous, but the fact that two of them are standing insidemyhouse, in the dark, sends a shiver of dread down my spine.

My breathing turns ragged.

I try to calm my racing heart but it won’t listen, it keeps beating overtime as I wait for them to say something.

Are they going to kill me?

Fear flows through me, forcing me to remain in place instead of running for my life. “Run, little Bunny,” one of them says. I suck in a sharp intake of air.

“Y-you have to go, my brother and his friends?—”

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