Page 6 of Dirty Priest

Her full tits bounce as she walks toward the edge of the lake. I spy the guys on either side of me. They’re both staring at her with hunger. Peyton has had mine and Van’s attention since she moved in next door. I even went to fucking church last Sunday just to catch a glimpse of her, but she never showed. Hudson called me on it the second he saw me sitting in the back. When he told me about overhearing some spicy conversations Peyton was having with her friends, my dick was hard every day just thinking about the deprived things our pretty little bunny wants done to her.

“Stop staring at me!” she hisses as she breaches the water's edge. I shake my head and suddenly remember to swallow. Tired of waiting for her, I rush forward. Her eyes widen in surprise. She attempts to turn and flee, but I capture her around her waistand throw her over my shoulder. She screams, but it's quickly followed by laughter. Her perfect ass is in line with my face, and I’m powerless to curb my desire when I bite the soft flesh of it. She gasps and stiffens in my hold.

“Come on, let’s have shoulder wars,” Tess calls out. Fuck, I forgot she was here! I walk toward the guys and smirk when I see them trying to adjust themselves discreetly under the water.

“Kye, put me down.” Peyton tries to sound angry but fails, and when she begins wiggling, I smack her ass, loving the sound of her gasp. “Don’t you fucking spank me!” she scolds.

“Oh, did you just curse in front of a priest?” I tease. Before she can reply, I grip her waist and pull her down my front, making sure she can feeleveryinch of me. Her gaze snaps to mine, and redness begins to bloom in her cheeks. I shoot her a wink and step back.

“Come on, Tess, you’re with me. Hudson, you ref the match. Van, you get Bunny.” I make quick work of getting Tess on my shoulders. We turn to face Peyton and Van and I fight back a smirk. Van is hanging onto his control by a thread. I just know Peyton is going to be the one to get him to snap, and I’m fucking living for that moment.

“Are you okay with this?” Pey asks Van.

He grunts and nods as he bends down. “Climb on,” he grits out. She does as he says, and I’m now instantly jealous of my best friend for having her ass on him. Van looks angry, but I know it has nothing to do with Peyton. It’s the war happening inside himself. He thinks his sexual urges are dirty and despicable, hence the white collar he now fucking wears. Growing up with Hudson and me, you would think Van would be used to us not giving a fuck what others think, but it turns out we were wrong, and he just needs to learn to deal with his shit, or he will lead a lonely fucking life. Neither Hudson nor I want that for him.

We spend the next couple of hours at the lake with the girls. It’s been fun hanging out with Peyton and getting to know her. It took a while for her to relax enough to talk freely. Initially, my attraction to her was based on sexual urges, but after spending time with her, I’ve actually enjoyed talking to her and hearing what she has to say.

The drive back to the church isn’t filled with the same awkward tension. It’s easy, and believe it or not, it’s comfortable. We drop Tess at home since Van said to call it a day, as he got some of the others at the church to pack things away. Once Tess vacates the seat, Hudson slips in beside Peyton. To my surprise, Peyton rests her head on his shoulder and closes her eyes.

A part of me doesn’t want the drive to end, but as the saying goes, all good things must come to an end. I pull into our driveway and kill the engine, but none of us moves. I look over at Peyton and smile at her sleeping form.

“Word of advice, she’s a demon when you wake her,” Hudson says. I smirk at the fucker as he slips out and gently lays her down. When he reaches back to lift her and carry her inside, Van pushes him out of the way and gathers Peyton in his arms. Neither of us comments because Van doesn’t ever do anything without a reason. Hudson and I follow after Van. He carries her upstairs, and I expect him to take her to her room, but he veers and heads for the bathroom. Like moths to a flame, Hudson and I trail after him.

He maneuvers her in his hold and gently rests her ass on the edge of the counter, situating himself between her legs. Peyton stirs and slowly blinks her eyes open. It takes her a second to take in her surroundings, then, when she sees Van between her legs, she tenses.

“What are you doing?” she whispers.

“Helping you. Now, do you need help, or can you shower yourself while I cook, and those two go pick up my car?” She nibbles on her bottom lip and shakes her head.

“I don’t need help.”

Pity.

Van nods and steps back. Hudson closes the bathroom door when Van steps out. The three of us head downstairs and into the kitchen, where Van begins grabbing what he needs for dinner from the fridge.

“She’s stuck in her own head,” Hudson announces.

“She doesn’t even know us,” Van rasps out as he starts chopping some tomatoes for the salad he’s making.

“She doesn’t need to. She just needs to let us in, and the knowing part can come later,” Hud defends.

Van shakes his head. “A girl likeherdoesn’t let three random guys get within six feet of her?—”

I cut him off before he can continue. “She let me bite her ass.”

Both of them roll their eyes, and Hudson focuses on Van as he says, “You think she isn’t into randoms, is that it?”

“No, she would rather us be randoms. The fact you are her stepbrother, Kye is her neighbor, and I’m the fucking town priest makes shit complicated, Hudson. Don’t you see that?” I smirk so wide my cheeks begin to ache. “Why are you grinning like an idiot?”

“You saidthree,usand not just you two! You like her, don’t you?” Van grinds his teeth so hard I think he may break them.

Before Van can reply, Hudson cuts in. “Fine, the fundraiser is when we will do it. For the next week, we keep edging her, and then, on the night of the fundraiser, we give in to two of her wants.” The devilish look in his eyes sparks something inside me.

“What did you have in mind?” I hedge.

“We chase her with masks on. She’ll give in because she’ll be so desperate for release after a week of us taunting her.”

“I like it!” I confess.

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