Page 8 of Dirty Priest

The shame is fucking real right now!

I woke up earlier than the others in the morning and slipped out of the house before they stirred. There is no way I could face them after last night. I went to bed hot and bothered and barely slept a wink, thanks to Hudson and Kye going at it again! Van’s lucky his room is at the other end of the hallway. I nearly died when I heard Kye come, groaningmyname!

God, I let a fucking priest finger me on the sofa!

I’ve never been ashamed of my sexuality and the things I want to explore. My dad has always been open about sex and made sure I was protected when I told him I wanted to get rid of my V card. My mom, on the other hand, thinks sex before marriage is a sin. That’s rich coming from her since she was pregnant with me before she married my dad. I believe in trying before buying, if ya catch my drift.

But, when it concerns Kye, Hudson, and Van, I don’t see reason. They aren’t like the boys at my old college. They aren’t even boys. They are men—gods if you will. I’ve seen how all the women in this town look at them, undressing them with their God-loving eyes, and if that makes them a sinner, what the fuck am I since I allowed their priest to slide his fingers inside my dripping cunt? To make everything worse, I woke up with my period, so there will be no action for me for the time being.

I force those thoughts away as I pull into the church parking lot. The fundraiser isn’t until tonight, but I know there is still so much to do, so I told my mom I would come down early and help out since she and Ken are both working. Tess offered to help me, and honestly, I could use some girl time right now. Being surrounded by males daily is wearing me down. I know it’s wrong to lust after all three of them?—

“Argh, get your head in the game, Peyton!” I scold myself before climbing out of the car. I make quick work of gathering the supplies I need to hang the streamers and everything else. Then, I dive into work to distract myself from all thoughts of the guys. When Tess arrives, we finish setting everything up. We move on to the folding table to set up, and once that is complete, I realize we still have the giant Easter Bunny I painted to move out onto the church's front lawn. Tess and I try lifting it, but it's too heavy.

“We need to ask Father Pierce if he can help.” I shoot Tess a pleading look.

“Surely there has to be another way?—”

Before I can finish, I’m cut off. “I don’t mind helping.” I peer over my shoulder to see the man himself standing there in his black robe. The white collar I spot has me wanting to cringe, but I don’t. The sight of the Bible in his right hand almost has me weeping.

How can he hold that holy book with the same fingers he had inside me last night?

“Thank you!” Tess exclaims and steps back. Van hands his Bible to Tess. I’m about to turn away, but I balk when Hudson ambles around the corner.

“Why aren’t you at work?” I hiss.

Hud just winks at me. “I couldn’t leave my little sister to do all thehardwork on her own now, could I?” I swallow and shoot him a scowl when he brushes past me. To my horror, Van unclasps his robe and hands it to Tess. He’s wearing a wife beater, which showcases the ink that covers his body, and oh boy, that sight alone has me soaking my panties. As if Hudson can read where my thoughts have gone, he shoots me a wink and a smirk as they pass by with the cutout. I bite back a groan. Those boys will be the death of me and my libido.

“Oh, for the love of all that is holy,” Tess mumbles. I stare at my friend with a raised brow.

“What is it?” I ask as I move to her side and follow her stare. A woman, who is clearly in her late fifties, is wearing a low-cut top that exposes her… well-usedtits.Her face is caked in makeup, and she dresses like a teenager in clothes that aren’t her size—mutton dressed as lamb. I almost feel sorry for her until she places her hand on Van’s chest.

“Who the hell is that?” I snarl.

“That is Annika Pryntz, the town bike.” I snap my head at Tess, scrunching my face.

“The town what now?”

Tess rolls her eyes. “Every single man, or married man who wants a bit of fun that isn’t his wife, visits Annika. She has been after Van since he took over the church.”

Disgust rolls through me as I watch Van take a step back out of her reach. I give her credit, though—she’s bold. She closes the space between them, and before she can put her filthy hand on him again, I stalk across the yard and stand in front of Van with a broad smile on my face. Annika sneers at me, but I don’t let my smile fall.

“Hi, I’m Peyton.”

“If you don’t mind, I was speaking to Father Pierce,” she says in a clipped tone.

I fake embarrassment. “Oh, I’m sorry. Father Pierce and my brother arereallybusy setting up for the fundraiser tonight. If you come back later, I’m sure he will make time for you.” She opens her mouth to reply, but I turn my back to her and find both Hudson and Van trying their hardest not to laugh. “Don’t you boys have work to do?” I snap, then brush past them. I ignore their laughter as I grab Tess’s hand and lead her inside the church.

CHAPTER SIX

VAN

Forgive me, Father. Grant me the strength to fight this pull toward her. I have been trying to resist the urges daily, but they have only grown stronger. I'm weak and need your strength to help me fight it.

“Yo, are you coming?” I sigh and open my eyes. I look to the end of the pew to see Hud and Kye standing there, looking at me expectantly. I wait a minute for a sign or something to tell me that what we are about to do is wrong. When I don’t get a single feeling or some gush of wind, I reach up and remove my collar.

“Let’s go hunting,” I growl. Both my boys' grins mirror my own. We head to the back of the church to my office, where we all change into plain clothes. Hudson reaches into his duffle bag and hands each of us a mask. I hold it in my hands and stare down at it.

It looks like an aged, decrepit rabbit, something out of a vintage horror film. “I painted them with neon paint.” Hudson sounds so proud of himself.

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