Page 2 of Dirty Priest

“You won’t be able to stay here,” Van says.

“They can stay in my apartment,” Hudson offers.

Mom purses her lips and shakes her head. “We can’t do that. You only have one room completed. You should stay there.”

“Lenior, you and Ken should stay at Hudson’s place,” Van urges.

“I can’t leave Peyton,” she shoots back. When Van looks at me, the air rushes from my lungs, and I swear I see a flicker of lust in his eyes when they drop to my chest. I balk when I realize why. I quickly cross my arms over my chest to shield my bra from all of their views.

“Peyton and Hudson are welcome to use the spare rooms at our house until we can get your house fixed and livable again. I promise we will takereally goodcare of your daughter.” Call me crazy, but I get a sense that the priest had a hidden meaning in his statement.

Ken arrived home not long after my mom called him. I actually felt really bad for them both. They both work hard and having something like this happen to their home is horrible. Ken felt the same way my mom did. He didn’t want to move into his son’s place, but Van asked if he would prefer to live with him and Kye. Ken’s face said it all, so now I’m left with no option except to move in with the priest and his best friend.

I stand on the pathway out front of their house. Hudson gathered his things and left as quickly as he could to move in next door. I waited until my mom and Ken left to assure her I would be fine living with three guys. I snort. What mother would let her nineteen-year-old daughter move in with three young guys who look like walking panty destroyers?

Mine!

My own mother has just signed me up to be sexually frustrated for the foreseeable future. I packed my rabbit, there was no way I was leaving that behind. I’ve been on edge all damn day thanks to these three, and I just know seeing them every day is going to be hell.

“You going to stand out here all night or come in?” I screech and jump in fright at the sound of his voice. I place my hand over my chest and look toward the side of the house where I see Van leaning, and to my utter fucking surprise, he’s smoking!

“I thought that shit was against the bible or something?” I snark.

He chuckles, then takes another drag of his cigarette. “I won’t tell if you don’t?”

I roll my lips over my teeth. “Which room is mine?” I ask, changing the subject.

“The third on the right upstairs.” I move to take a step, but his confession has me pausing. “Unless you want to hear your brother moaning, I wouldn’t go in there.” I roll my eyes and ignore the priest, not bothering to unpack the meaning behind that statement. I push the door open, and to my surprise the house is clean. No sign of dirty socks or jocks anywhere. Utterly wrung out after the day from hell, I make my way upstairs and decide to explore my new home tomorrow. I stop at the first room and peer inside the open door. I always thought boys were supposed to be messy, but the bed is made, and everything on top of the dresser is arranged in such a way that leads me to believe everything in here has a place, and every place has a thing, if ya get my drift.

“Fuck!” I jerk in fright and whirl around, trying to find the source of the sound, but the hallway is empty. Frowning, I move toward my room only to freeze. “Fuck, like that, Kye.” My eyes widen when I realize that it’s Hudson!

I creep closer to the second door, which is ajar. I know I shouldn’t snoop, but I feel compelled to. I peek through the crack, and sweet baby Jesus!

The sight has my jaw hitting the floor and my blood running hot at the sight. “Fucking take it,” Kye growls. My heart is beating so loud I fear they might hear it. I almost gasp out loud when my pussy starts to throb and clench on air at the sight of Kye bending Hudson over the edge of the bed, his cock buried deep in his ass. The sight of Kye’s muscles flexing as he pounds into my stepbrother causes my mouth to dry. Hudson looking so blissed out and on the verge of ecstasy has me panting.

“Like what you see?” I scream and jump a foot into the fucking air, knocking the door wide open. Kye and Hudson both snap their heads up and look directly at me. I feel Van at my back, and his hot breath hits the back of my neck as he says, “Don’t stop on our account.” To my utter horror, Kye laughs,and Hudson just smirks as Kye draws back and slams inside, drawing a long groan from my stepbrother.

CHAPTER TWO

HUDSON

I’ve seen how she has watched me since she arrived. Peyton has no idea how to keep her feelings from being plastered across her face. She wants me. I know it, and so does she, but she is too worried about the taboo aspect of fucking things.

The look on her face last night as she watched Kye fuck me is a sight forever ingrained in my mind. She wanted to appear disgusted and ashamed, but I saw through her bullshit. The subtle way she shifted on the spot and how she rubbed her thighs together gave her away. If it wasn’t that, then it sure as fuck was the sight of her nipples poking through her thin crop top. She tried to use her blonde hair as a curtain to shield her face from us, but Van just gripped the strands in his fist and yanked her head back, forcing her blue eyes wider as she was made to watch Kye and me.

Poor little Peyton Jordan has no idea what the fuck she is in for. Knowing she is at our mercy has my cock growing hard, and it isn’t even seven in the morning.

“We need to head to the church as I want to get a head start on the fundraiser. The quicker we can get this sorted, the quicker your dad and Lenior can get their house fixed.” I take a bite of my toast and look at Van leaning against the counter, sipping hiscoffee. Van isn’t what you would expect a priest to be. He looks nothing like one, either.

“Yeah, I can help with the repairs when I get off work,” Kye adds.

I sigh. “I’ll shuffle a few of my jobs around. My apartment will have to wait, I guess,” I say.

Van scoffs. “Yeah, you seem so distraught about having to live here and having access to Kye whenever you want.” I smirk at the prick and wag my brows.

“Like I said, brother, any time you want to join, the door is always open.” Kye bursts out laughing, and Van just shoots me a filthy look.

“I’m gonna head out.” We all snap our heads toward the entryway to see Peyton standing there. She won’t look at any of us. I can see a blush already staining her cheeks, and I fight not to poke fun at her. Last night was a lot for her, no doubt. Once Kye and I finished, Van released her, and she ran to her room—she didn’t come out once.

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