Chapter Five
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 powerful body 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.”
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, groaning my name!
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 the hard work 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-used tits. 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 are really busy 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.