Page 3 of Dirty Priest

“Where are you going?” I press.

She lifts her head and shoots me the filthiest look I have ever seen. It doesn’t have the desired effect she had hoped, though. All that fire in her eyes does is make my dick strain against the zipper of my jeans.

“Out,” she bites out and turns on her heel. I slip off my stool and wave goodbye to the guys as I chase after her. I catch up to her just as she steps outside. She whirls around with her fist raised. I pause and dart my gaze between her tiny hand and her face, arching my eyebrow. She growls and drops her fist back to her side. “What do you want?”

I pull the door closed behind me. “Come on, I’ll give you a ride into town,” I say as I brush past her.

“I have my own car!” she snaps.

“Did you want a round of applause?” I deadpan.

“I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“Why, because you saw me with a cock in my ass or because you wished I had mine inside yours?” Her jaw unhinges. Before she can reply, I add, “Get in the car, Peyton. Your mom wants us to meet her at the diner.” At the mention of her mom, she snaps her mouth closed and stomps past me to head to my truck. I bite my lip to keep from smiling. Fucking with her has become my new favorite thing because I can see how uptight she gets when it concerns sex. I’ve heard her on the phone to her friends. I know for certain she’s no virgin, and I also heard her tell her friends what she’s into sexually.

We’ve barely turned out of the street when she says, “I won’t say anything about what I… walked in on.”

I snort out a laugh. “Is that what the cool kids are calling spying these days?”

She scoffs. “I wasn’t spying!”

“What were you doing then?” I fire back. I glance her out of the corner of my eye, getting all flustered.

“I… I was trying to find my room and accidentally saw?—”

“Kye giving me one of the best orgasms of my life?” She snaps her head toward me so fast I know it had to have hurt.

“Hudson!”

“What?” I say with a shrug.

“That’s… no, we shouldn’t be talking about this.”

“Why not?”

She throws her hands into the air and fuck me, she looks sexy sitting there, getting all hot and bothered. “Because you're my stepbrother, and what you do in your private time is none of my business.”

“What if I wanted it to be your business?” She sucks in a sharp intake of breath.

“Don’t,” she mutters.

“Don’t what?” I press.

“Don’t do… that!” she hisses, then faces away from me just as we pull up out front of the diner. We live in a small town, and everyone knows everyone here. The joys of living in a country town in the middle of nowhere means you never get to keep a secret for too long. If I wasn’t the only builder in town, I would never get any business. Mrs. Jenner saw Kye and I making out behind the church a couple of years back and ran her mouth so fast the whole town knew before the service was over. Ever since that day, most of the town has kept away from us, fearing our bisexuality would rub off on them somehow.

The second I put the truck in park, Peyton jumps out and rushes inside. I can’t help but laugh. She can try and appear unaffected by what she saw last night, but Kye and I both heard her moaning through the thin walls. She was getting herself off to images of us. I push those thoughts away as I follow after her. Lenior is behind the counter, serving Fred and Barney their breakfast. She smiles at me and motions for me to join Peyton down at the end. I do as I’m told. Peyton stiffens when my thigh brushes against her leg.

To distract her, I ask, “Have you always been into primal play?” She swivels around on the stool so fast she nearly topples over. I reach out and grip her waist to steady her. Her gaze bores into mine, and for a split second, I see the need burning in the depths of her eyes before the look vanishes when she blinks.

She bats my hand away, steadies herself on her seat, then looks around to make sure no one is listening. Aside from us, there are four people here, and two of those people are her mother and the cook.

“I don’t know what the hell you are talking about,” she hisses.

I purse my lips and raise my hands as if surrendering. “You know the walls are just as thin at my dad’s as they are at Van and Kye’s.” It takes my meaning three seconds to sink before her eyes are wide and her cheeks turn red. “Next time you want to get off,come knock on my door. I’d be all too happy to get on my knees for you, Pey. Or, if you like, I can chase you through the woods out back to embrace that kink of yours you told your friends about last week.”

“Sorry to keep you both waiting.” I turn toward Lenior and smile, distracting her while Peyton gathers herself.

“Don’t be. We were just discussing what we wanted toeat.” A strangled sound escapes Peyton, and it takes a fuck load of effort to keep my face blank.

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