Page 22 of Dirty Priest

“I like him,” Kye announces and wags his brows.

I shove the fucker. “He wouldn’t think much of us if he knew,” I say.

“He saidboys, he never stipulated justone,” Van mumbles. I think back to a second ago and realize he’s right. Her father warned all of us—does he know? I shake that thought away, of course he doesn’t know because not even she does.

“What is she hiding?” I wonder aloud.

“No fucking clue but I plan to find out,” Van growls.

“Our girl is hiding shit and I don’t fucking like it,” Kye grits out.

“We will make her tell us tomorrow,” I declare. Our conversation is cut off when she saunters back into the room and reclaims her position from earlier like nothing happened. It’s taking everything inside me not to press her for details right now. I run my fingers through her hair, loving the soft mewl thatescapes her. The three of us have never been so content before. We’re all sitting here, watching some stupid sci-fi movie she picked because Theo James is in it and apparentlyDivergentis the best movie, because he claims his girl and stops at nothing to save her.

Each of us have acted like we were interested in it when she told us but the truth is, we would have sat for hours watching a blank screen if she told us to. All any of us want is just to be around her. Wearing the masks is becoming harder. I want her to know it’s us and to want us in the same fucking way we crave her.

Saint - You have twenty minutes to be in the woods behind the church.

The three of us took off after dinner earlier, telling her we had some shit to do. She looked torn and like she wanted to protest but I know she’s been looking forward to this weekend as much as we have. I can tell the guys want to confess it's us behind the masks as well, but each of us are worried she’ll run and never speak to any of us again. Fuck, the thought of her denying us has my chest aching.

Bunny - OMW

I smirk at her instant reply, I have no doubt that she has been waiting for that message all damn night since we left.

“Fuck, man, it’s a long weekend so does that mean we get her for the whole thing?” Kye asks. It’s Easter weekend and most of the town has shut down for the four days. Unlike us, Van had to work today and will work Easter Sunday.

“Yeah,” Van answers. I look down at the basket of chocolates we got her and an idea slams into me. I reach down and retrieve the chocolate Easter Bunny and twirl it in my hands.

“Asshole, don’t eat that!” Kye snaps.

“Oh, I plan to use this bad boy to get our girl off then eat and lick the melted chocolate out of her pussy before we fuck her.” Both of them stare at me with blank expressions for a second before they are both darting for the basket. I laugh at the idiots, tonight is going to be fucking epic and I plan to take my time with her. If this is going to be our last weekend with her, then I am going to make the fucking most of it because I need her to want us. I can’t go back to not having her in our lives. She is perfect and fits the three of us.

Our laughter dies off when we hear leaves rustling. We all share a look before we secure our masks in place and take off into the woods, ready to chase our girl and make her submit… make her want and need us until she can’t live without us. This weekend, we are going to make her see there is no her without the three of us. Peyton Jordan has turned our fucking lives upside down and we aren’t mad about it. We all know she will be weary of the stigma that will follow us, when people learn she is not only fucking her stepbrother but her priest and their best friend.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

PEYTON

I suck in a deep breath and square my shoulders as I walk through the woods. I don’t bother with a flashlight, I know they will find me with ease. I keep my head on a swivel and trudge ahead. I keep walking for a few minutes before feeling the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. My breathing amps up.

They’re watching me!

I can feel their eyes on me. My skin prickles with awareness and I know it's only a matter of time before the chase is on, so I keep calm and act like I don’t know they are near. I continue forward toward a large tree, the second I round the trunk I break out into a sprint and head deeper into the woods. The sound of their footfalls pounding the dirt behind me has me pushing myself harder to escape them. As much as I want to be caught, I refuse to make this easy on them.

“You’re only making this harder on yourself, Bunny!” one of them shouts from behind me, something in his voice seems familiar but I brush it off as I break through some thick shrubs and gasp when I spot a creek up ahead. It isn’t the creek that has my heart pounding inside my chest, it’s the sight of one of my masked men, standing at the edge with his mask glowing bright in the moonlight.

A scream lodges in my throat when a body presses against my back and a hand wraps around my throat from behind. The plastic of his mask rubs against my tender flesh as he speaks low.

“On your knees.” He releases me so I can obey his demand. I sink to the rough ground. I was smart enough to wear sneakers and jeans this time, knowing I would be forced to run and I didn’t want my knees getting busted up and having the guys asking me questions about it tomorrow. “Get my cock out.” I reach up and begin undoing his pants as the other two draw in closer. When his cock springs free, my mouth waters at the sight of it. I don’t need any prompting, I wrap my hand around his shaft and pump. His head rolls back as a groan escapes him. I dart my tongue out and lick him from base to tip, loving the feel of his silky skin. I flick my eyes to meet his as I suck his cock into my mouth.

A whimper escapes me when fingers tangle in my hair and force me to take him deeper. My hands wrap around his thighs as I relax my throat, trying to take him deeper but my gag reflex is an asshole and I begin choking on him. The dark chuckles that sound out around us doesn’t deter me, I know how much they love to hear me. I dart my gaze side to side to see the other two standing there with their dicks in their hands. I reach out and grip each of them, making sure to keep my grip tight and firm, just how they like it.

I alternate between sucking each of them, relishing at the sounds each of them make each time my lips wrap around their cocks.

“Stop!” the one on the right growls. I release them and pull back, gasping for air. I swipe the spit from my chin. “On your feet and strip.” I do as he says and stand. I hate that I’m always the one who is naked but never them, the only thing I get to see is their cocks. It’s not enough they hide their faces from me but they also shield their bodies. My shirt is the first to go, I madesure to wear my black lace set tonight. I kick my sneakers off, then pop the button on my jeans and slowly push them down my legs, loving the feel of their eyes on me the entire time. When I stand before them in nothing but my bra and panties, I suddenly feel unsure.

I haven’t felt like this since the first time, but now suddenly I feel uncertain because in the past week, it isn’t just them who haunt my thoughts. I can’t seem to stop thinking about Van, Hudson and Kye. Those three have somehow wormed themselves inside me and I’m starting to realize I have feelings for them,bigfeelings.

“On your back,” the one in the middle snaps, drawing me from my thoughts. I do as he demands and force myself to focus on the moment and not dwell on my thoughts. It doesn’t matter what I feel for the other three, I can never have them. “Legs open.” I bend at the knees and open them as wide as I can, they may not be able to see it because of the poor lighting but I can feel I have already soaked through my panties. The one in the middle drops to his knees before me and reaches inside the pocket of his hoodie and pulls out a… is that a chocolate bunny?

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