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“You in?” Hud asks Van.

“I took a vow?—”

“You wouldn’t be breaking that vow. When you put that mask on, you will no longer be Van Pierce. You’ll just be some guy chasing a girl through the woods and fucking her brains out.” Hudson sounds like a fucking creep.

Van looks between both of us with a stern look. “This happens once, and then we never speak about it again.”

“Deal,” both Hudson and I agree.

CHAPTER FIVE

PEYTON

For the past week, I have tried to spend as little time as possible at home. It’s almost as if Van, Kye, and Hudson are trying to drive me out of my mind. I’ve spent every day at the church helping out as per my mother’s request. This is not how I had planned to spend my break before starting college, but each afternoon, the guys take me to the lake, and I admit that I enjoy hanging out with them. Kye is funny and always finds the light in a dark situation. Hudson is still a dirty flirt and says the most inappropriate things, but he’s grown on me… a lot. Van, oh sweet, tortured Van. He is the hardest of the three to get a read on. He doesn’t smile freely like Kye, he isn’t handsy like Hudson, but he is the best at giving smoldering looks that set my blood pumping and my heart racing.

If this wasn’t a small town and they weren’t who they were, I would give in to my need. Hudson and Kye have said on numerous occasions this week that they could see us as a foursome. At first, I just laughed and brushed it off, but after the third day, I started to feel like they actually meant it.

Every night, I have heard Kye and Hudson fucking, and it’s driving me insane, picturing them and how hot it was to see them together the night I first moved in. Seeing Kye’s powerfulbody thrust inside Hudson has plagued me. Watching Hudson grip the sheets, the look of pure exhilaration on his face was euphoric.

I want to see it again.

I’m lying here staring up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the sounds coming from the next room. I wish I could find my rabbit, but it’s grown fucking legs and taken off somewhere. I accused Hudson of stealing it, but he swore it wasn’t him. I’m itching to run my fingers through my slick folds and get myself off, but I’m never quiet when I come, and I don’t want Kye and Hudson to know I’m getting off to them, so I creep out of my bed and head downstairs.

I halt at the edge of the living room when I see Van sitting there with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He flicks his gaze to me and nods to the seat beside him. I take it without thought and huff in annoyance. I’ve been on edge all fucking week, and it's because of these three sex symbols walking around shirtless. Kye has been helping Hudson work on my mom and Ken’s house every day after we get back from the lake. It turns out that Kye owns the local mechanic shop, and Hudson owns his own contracting company, so he’s able to help with the rebuild next door.

We need the money for the plumbing, which is where Van comes in to save the day.

“Do you think we’ll raise enough tomorrow night?” I ask, then cringe when we hear the headboard slam against the wall upstairs. Van turns the volume on the TV up and butts out his smoke in the ashtray beside him. I still find it weird that he’s a Godly man, but smokes and curses. He told me no one in town knows about his slip-ups.

“Eager to get out of here?” he says, bringing a frown to my face.

“No, why would you say that?” I find myself asking. He reaches out and tucks a stray hair behind my ear but doesn’t remove his hand from my face. My breath hitches, and my core clenches. I’m already turned on from listening to Kye and Hudson, and now having Van touch me so intimately is causing my hormones to go haywire.

“You should want to leave here,” he says quietly.

“Why?” I whisper as he leans in until his face is an inch away from my own.

His eyes darken and drop to my mouth as he speaks. “If only you knew the ungodly things I want to do to you.” My mouth parts in a silent gasp, and before I can respond, his lips are on mine. When his tongue forces its way inside my mouth, a heady moan escapes me. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer. I can taste the smoke on him, which would normally disgust me, but it just adds to the allure of Van. He grips the back of my neck and uses his body to force me back until I’m lying flat on the sofa, never breaking the kiss.

His free hand skates down my body, and I’m on fire just from the kiss, but the moment he pushes his hand inside my sleep shorts, I overheat. He pushes my panties to the side and glides a finger through my slick folds. He growls his approval when he feels how wet I am.

Breaking the kiss, he asks, “Is this for me or for them?”

I hold his gaze as I answer, “Both.” He hums his approval, then kisses me again, robbing me of air when he pushes that finger inside my wet pussy. I arch off the couch, crying out, but he swallows the sound. I open my legs as wide as I can, needing this release so fucking badly. Van is an expert and doesn’t need directions. He hooks his finger at the perfect angle and strokes that sweet spot inside me over and over again, bringing me to the edge, only to stop. When he does it a third time, I break the kiss and glare up at him to find him smiling down at me.“Stop playing with me and make me come,” I force out through clenched teeth.

Van withdraws his finger and holds it between us. I can see my arousal glistening on it from the light of the TV. Van presses it against my lips. “Suck it.” Like a puppet obeying its master, I open for him and moan at the taste of myself. Van yanks his finger out and then replaces it with his tongue. He groans, and that sound sends shivers down my spine and my need for release soars to new heights.

“Nice to see we weren’t the only ones getting off.” Van breaks our kiss at the sound of Hudson’s voice and doesn’t move even when I push against his chest. He peers over his shoulder at Hudson and Kye with a triumphant grin and says.

“She tastes so much sweeter than she looks.” I balk.

“Fuck, now I’m hard again,” Kye whines. I bury my face in Van’s chest, trying to hide.

“I want a taste,” Hudson says. My brows leap to my hairline.

“God, save me,” I mumble against his chest.

Van snorts. “Let’s not bring the big man into this. He doesn’t need to see his priest defiling one of his subjects.”

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