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And it’s not like we’ve been holding out on her altogether. She still gets at least one of us daily, but we haven’t been sharing her, which has been a bone of contention the last couple of weeks.

Kade guides us through the doors into the back hallway, past the scenes playing out in rooms with windows, until he pauses at a door just past them.

Confusion tugs at me when I notice some chairs in front of the wall, but I don’t get a chance to ask my brother about them before he turns to us.

“This wall has been upgraded to include a panel that doubles as a window. I know how much you love to watch, brother, and our girl seems to have a bit of an exhibitionist streak, so the option is there.”

Waverly’s cheeks turn the most delectable shade of pink, which has Kade smirking as he shoves the door open and drags us both inside.

It takes me long moments to understand what I’m looking at, and when I do, a surprised laugh escapes me, dragging Waverly’s wide eyes up to mine.

“What the fuck is this?” I gesture to the confessional booths filling the middle of the space. Except where there would normally be two, there are three. The doors are wide open, showing the inside of the booths. The wooden benches you’d normally find are only in the outside booths, while the middle one has a simple leather cushion in the center on the floor.

The lattice panels are on both sides of the center booth, but there are also holes on either side, about what you would expect from a glory hole.

My eyes widen as the purpose of the room settles over me, and I turn to stare at my brother, who looks so fucking smug.

“I thought we agreed you were going to stop mocking my religion,” I snap.

“I’m not mocking it! I’m just making it a little more fun.” He wraps his arm around Waverly’s shoulders and pulls her toward the wooden booths. “Plus, when I spoke to Elias about it, he said there are a surprising number of members that have a priest kink.”

“Probably because of the hot priest they’ve seen around the club the last couple of years,” Waverly throws back at me.

“Pastor,” I reply half-heartedly. “I’m a pastor.”

“Same difference,” they say at the same time.

The two of them are going to be the death of me if they keep ganging up on me like this, and yet I follow them anyway.

Kade points to the cushion in the middle booth. “You’ll kneel there. There’s just enough room that you’ll be able to take both our cocks through those holes.”

Her cheeks redden as he explains the mechanics of the booths, but she doesn’t hightail it out of here, so I take that as a good sign.

“What do you say, babe? You want to make Emmett’s dreams come true?” Kade asks.

I throw him a glare over Waverly’s head, but I have to admit the idea is growing on me. I’ve never thought to sexualize my religion, and honestly, this might lose me some points with the big man upstairs, but I can’t pretend my cock isn’t hardening at the idea of fucking her in this thing.

“So what exactly is it?” Waverly asks, her voice shaking slightly.

“It’s a glory hole confessional,” Kade replies proudly. “Now, what do you think? Want an audience while we use your holes like a whore?”

CHAPTER SEVENTY

WAVERLY

Iactually thought glory holes were some kind of urban legend until this moment.

I’ve never seen one and never heard of anyone actually using one, but apparently it’s a real thing. A real thing that I’m about to be a part of.

My heart hammers in my chest at the idea of being shared by these two men again.

They’ve been so sweet since I was kidnapped and shot, but I miss the dark streak that runs through them. I miss the filthy degradation from Kade and the gentle but firm teaching from Emmett.

And I miss them touching me at the same time. Being overwhelmed by their hands, their mouths, their cocks. But no matter how much I’ve begged and pleaded, they’ve been united in their decision to take it slow while I recover.

Which, don’t get me wrong, is sweet. I’m glad they didn’t pressure me when I first came home from the hospital, but I’m fine now, and I’ve been fine for a while. Which means I’m ready to be railed by both brothers at the same time.

I brush my fingers over the wooden boxes, my stomach turning with nervous anticipation. I never would haveconsidered letting anyone watch me have sex before I met them. Just the thought of being fully naked in front of people I didn’t know would have sent me into a cold sweat six months ago, and yet my core clenches at the thought now.

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