Chapter Thirteen – Angel
“Oh, my God! No way. No way!” Alexa squealed. I’d told her to call when she had the chance, because I wanted to tell her I wasn’t a virgin anymore. It was official. I’d had sex. I’d had sex with Bishop.
And it was great.
Don’t get me wrong, it kind of hurt at first, but Bishop made it easy to lose myself in him, to ignore the pain and slight pressure in my lower half and just surrender myself to the moment. Turned out, not overthinking things was the key to having some fun. Who knew?
I waited until the next day to message Alexa. She was the only one I could talk to about it, since there was no way I would go to my mom. No, as far as my mom was concerned, I’d die a virgin.
The TV played in my room as background noise, my door shut. I knew Alexa would be loud, so when I saw her calling, I went to sit near the window, in the far corner of the room, away from the door. Hopefully the guys wouldn’t be able to hear me.
“How was it?” she asked, a question that might be weird if it was coming from anybody else.
“It was…” I paused, trying to think of the right words to say. I didn’t want to get into too much detail with her, but she’d had her fair share of hookups, so she had a lot to compare it to. “It was nice.”
“Uh-oh, just nice?” The way she said it made her sound dubious.
“He knew it was my first time, so he was gentle.” I smiled when I thought about Bishop. “He was a gentleman.”
Alexa scoffed, “You don’t want a gentleman in the sack, girl. You want a kinky freak, trust me. They’re the ones that can make you feel like you’re higher than a kite. Those guys come on the orgasm train.”
I almost laughed at that. The orgasm train. Never heard of that before, so I was pretty sure it was something Alexa just made up. “I’m not complaining. It was nice.” I bit the inside of my cheek, waiting a few seconds before adding, “And the second time in the shower was nice, too—”
“Girl! Shower sex? You didn’t say you had shower sex! When done right, that shit is capital-H hot.” Alexa sighed. “I just can’t believe it. I kind of thought you’d be one of those thirty-year-old virgins with the way you were going—not that there’s anything wrong with that, but, come on. Live a little, you know? What’s the point of life if you’re playing it safe all the time? Bo-ring.” She said it like it was two words instead of one.
I knew that’s how she viewed life; that’s how Alexa had always viewed life. It’s why it was so easy to be friends with her, why I’d latched onto her after Cody left. She lived enough for the both of us.
But now, I guess it was my turn.
“So, you going to bang your other BFs now?” she asked. “I wish I knew what kind of magic spell you put on those guys, because I could go for a few boyfriends…” Now she sounded like my sister—or how I imagined Cleo would sound once she got older.
I laughed. “I mean, I don’t know.”
She was quiet for a few moments, and then she whispered, “Just go fuck them, okay? Go fuck them, and report back to me. I want a more detailed report next time. And since your first and second times are done, now you can get kinky with things. Use some toys or something—”
“Alexa!” I couldn’t believe she was suggesting I use toys with my boyfriends.
“What? I’m just saying, now that you’re over the initial hurdle, so to speak—and by hurdle, I mean your first dick—you can try other things.”
She sounded like she was going to go off and list all the things I could try, so I shut her up by telling her, “I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later, okay?” I didn’t really have to go, but if I let her keep going on, she wouldn’t stop. Boys and sex were pretty much hobbies to her.
“Fine, fine. Go fuck your boyfriends.” She giggled and hung up, leaving me shaking my head to myself.
Oh, Alexa. I really did miss her and her energy. She was just a fun person to be around, even if she could be too much sometimes.
I got up, shut the TV off, and wandered out to the living room, where I found Priest making himself a sandwich. Deacon was on the couch, doing something on his iPad. Bishop was sitting at the island, scrolling on his phone, an empty glass near him.
These were my guys. I was so incredibly happy to be with them. It was literally like a dream.
I took a stool beside Bishop, and Priest’s gray eyes glanced at me. He pressed down on his sandwich once it was done—he was one of those weirdos who liked smashed bread. He wore his workout clothes, which led me to believe he was going to work out after he had a quick lunch.
“So,” Priest spoke, dragging the word out. “Is there anything you want to tell us, Angel? Anything at all? Say, anything involving you and Bishop?” His blond eyebrows lifted.
In the living room, Deacon’s head had turned toward us. He wasn’t getting up to join us, but he most definitely was listening in.
I could feel Bishop’s eyes on me, and I took this to mean Bishop hadn’t told the others about what we did last night. Somehow, though, Priest already knew, if his half-smirk meant anything.
“I ask,” Priest paused as he leaned on the counter opposite me, “because last night, I could’ve sworn I heard some unusual sounds coming from Bishop’s room—and by unusual, I mean I’m pretty sure I heard you moaning your heart out, love.”
Even though it was nothing to be embarrassed of, I found myself blushing all the same. Except there was nowhere to hide, so I had to sit there and pretend my cheeks weren’t burning up. Still, I couldn’t say a word.
That half-smirk of his spread into a full-out smile when he asked, “Is our Angel not a virgin anymore?”
“Priest,” Bishop started, but I reached for him and set a hand on his arm to stop him from saying anything else. Bishop had my back, I knew that, but this was something that, as a group, everyone should know.
I guess. It was still kind of embarrassing to talk about it, but maybe that’d be something I’d get over someday.
“She is not,” I admitted as I dropped my hand off Bishop’s arm. “Is everyone okay with that?” I didn’t know what I expected Priest or Deacon to say; maybe a part of me was anticipating them getting upset that I hadn’t gone to them, that they weren’t my first.
But what happened was not anything I could’ve guessed.
Priest swore, “Damn it.” And then he glanced over to Deacon. “I owe you twenty bucks.”
I blinked. “You… you bet each other?” I looked at Bishop and asked, “Did you know?”
Bishop was scowling. “No, I had no idea these two assholes made any kind of bet.”
Waving his hand in the air, Priest said, “It was just Deacon and me. I bet I’d be your first, while Deacon bet Bishop would be your first.” He lowered his voice, totally serious as he went on, “It’s because you’re long-lost childhood friends, isn’t it? That’s why you chose him. I was never in the running to punch that V-card of yours, was I?”
I still couldn’t believe it. These two… “What about Deacon? Why didn’t either of you bet I’d go to him first?”
Priest chuckled. “Please. Who the hell wants that to be their first?” On the couch, Deacon sneered, but ultimately he didn’t say a word in his defense. “And I don’t mean his sparkling personality. The brooding jerk’s got a dick like a horse, which you’ve seen for yourself, Angel.”
Bishop groaned and covered his face with his hands, causing Priest to say, “What? I’m being serious. There gets to a point where a dick is just too big. I mean, I’m all for size, but you know a pussy ain’t that deep.” He looked at me, held up a hand around his mouth to hide what he was about to say from the others. “Don’t worry. You started off small, but we’ll work your way up—”
“Hey!” Bishop called out. “My dick’s not small.”
“Compared to Deacon’s…”
“He’s an outlier,” Bishop said, and then to me he added, “not that I’ve seen a lot of dicks.”
“Only someone comfortable in their sexuality is man enough to admit when another guy’s dick is bigger than his.” Priest threw a lopsided smile my way. “Whenever you’re ready to step up from Bishop, just let me know, baby. I need no lead-time when it comes to you.” And then he winked, snatched his plate, and wandered over to the couch, plopping down next to Deacon to eat his sandwich.
I wanted to say I couldn’t believe these guys, but, when I actually thought about it, placing a bet did seem like something they’d do. What I should do, to get back at Priest for thinking he’d be the first, was sleep with Deacon next.
Not that I was going around to each of them, like they had a turn or something. I wasn’t. That wasn’t how it was. Things were… just a little more complicated than they’d be in a regular relationship.
Bishop sighed and then glanced at me, as if he was trying to tell me I’d asked for conversations like that, being with all three of them. In a way, I supposed I had, but that didn’t make it feel any less bizarre.
All I did was shrug.
Days went by, and Priest made every smart comment he could about me needing to come to him next. I needed to experience it with him or whatever. Let’s just say I’d become an expert at ignoring him when he went on and on about it.
Ramona called the next Wednesday, telling Priest and me that we were needed to re-record a few lines before certain tracks could be finalized. The sound guy would be at the recording studio Thursday at nine. Early for Priest, but not so early for me.
I thought all of the guys would come, but Deacon and Bishop elected not to come, which meant it was just Priest and me.
Lucky me.
Not that I was complaining about being alone with him; he was one of my boyfriends, after all, and I did love him, but ever since he’d found out I’d slept with Bishop, he’d been a teensy-weensy unbearable. I still loved him, but God, sometimes I wanted to strangle him.
We were in the car, on the way to the studio, when Priest made his first sarcastic comment: “You know, you didn’t have to go through all this trouble just to get me alone. If you wanted to get away from the others, I’m always down to go rent a nice hotel room downtown, order room service, and stay in for the night.”
As if I purposefully hadn’t sung a verse right or something so we’d have to re-record it. Right.
I rolled my eyes. “Please. ”
Priest took on the same seductive, whispery tone he did when he was on stage, the voice that gave me goosebumps, “Oh, yes. Beg for me, Angel.”
The sad thing was, I could easily imagine him saying that while we were… doing things. But, since we were in a car and the mood wasn’t exactly sexy, I only sighed and said, “I will not be begging for anything, Priest.”
“Fine, fine, but someday I will have you begging on your knees, mark my words.” He smirked, and I’d bet anything he was taking a moment to imagine me doing just that. “Not to change the subject, but it occurred to me that, since you knew Bishop before, you also know his real name—and he knows yours.”
I didn’t say anything to that. It was true. I was surprised it had taken him this long to bring it up. Bishop was really Cody, and he knew I was really Maggie. Mags to my friends. Priest and Deacon didn’t know that part of me, so Bishop was one step ahead of them.
“Honestly,” Priest went on, “it’s not very fair.”
“Fair?” I repeated, incredulous. “Last I checked, life’s not very fair.”
“Yes, but seeing as how you’re with us, love, I think we should all be on the same playing field, so to speak. I think I have the right to know your real name.” The smirk Priest wore only grew when he saw how suspicious I was. I wouldn’t put it past him to use this bit of information to rub in Deacon’s face.
Because, if I told Priest, then Deacon would be the last to know.
“Maybe if you start being nice to me, I’ll tell you,” I spoke with a shrug.
“Nice? I am nice to you. Please.”
“Who’s begging now?”
That got Priest to chuckle, and the sound filled my body with tension. Not the bad kind of tension, more like… well, more like the kind of tension that only another set of hands could help me work out of my body. “Touché, Angel. Touché.”
He dropped the whole name thing after that, but I knew it hadn’t stopped bothering him. We made it to the studio and parked in the attached parking garage. Priest had to flash some badge for the security guard to let us in. Within ten minutes, we were walking into the recording room to do what we had to.
Singing with Priest… even with someone watching and listening in the sound room, I still couldn’t get over how easy it was. How effortless it was to stand there beside him and sing, to really feel the lyrics inside my soul. It was like we became the song.
And the eye contact, God, the eye contact while we sang was some of the most intense eye contact I’d ever experienced in my life. The way those gray eyes of his could pin you down and nail you in place, eye-fuck you while you were two feet away; I fought a blush the whole time.
Priest really was attractive. Stupidly sexy. Immensely tall, over six feet, with the kind of messy blond hair that looked like he spent ages fixing it up but also like he just rolled out of bed. He had that smoldering expression down. And his arms, his chest, his abs—seeing him shirtless so often meant I could easily picture what he looked like underneath his clothes.
Don’t even get me started on the tattoos lining his pectorals, arms, and upper stomach… I’d never been into tattoos, they were really more Alexa’s thing than mine, but Priest wore them well. Like, insanely well.
The guy was hot, okay? Hotter than hell. Sin on two legs. It really was a wonder how I didn’t fall into his naked lap first.
We had one more song to re-record, but the sound guy had to take five, and he wandered out into the hall as he answered his phone, leaving Priest and I in the recording room. I slipped off the headphones and watched as Priest did the same.
“So, you going to tell me your real name now?” Priest asked with a lopsided smile, taking a teeny step toward me. Less than a foot away now, and he towered over me easily. He was taller than Bishop and Deacon; I felt like a child next to him.
But I wasn’t, and the way he stared down at me reminded me of that, his eyes full of heated desire, even now. Even though the sound guy might come back in at any moment. A stare like that had a habit of making any scene feel intimate.
“You wish,” I replied, folding my arms over my chest. The headphones rested around my neck, bunching up my hair, but I didn’t care. Their tiny weight on my shoulders was something else to focus on, something other than the way Priest smirked as he loomed over me.
God, did he really have to be so damned tall and attractive? I couldn’t believe I was in love with this guy. The playboy flirt; he was so not my type—but then again, if this experience had taught me anything, it’s that I apparently had a lot of types I didn’t know about.
The cute boy next door. The confident, sarcastic playboy. The broody jerk with a secret heart of gold. Yeah, I had quite the collection of boyfriends, didn’t I?
“You’re being awfully feisty right now, aren’t you?” Priest cocked an eyebrow at me. He lifted his headphones off his shoulder and hung them near his mic, and then he returned to me, crowding around me and pushing me back until he had me pinned against the wall, the glass to the adjacent room behind my upper back and head. “I like it.”
“Priest,” I warned him, “he’ll be back any minute.”
The last thing I wanted to do was start anything here. Not only would things get hot and heavy only to be interrupted, but also we’d be seen, and I wasn’t too comfortable with the idea of a stranger watching us. Priest might be into that, but, as he liked to put it, he was a lot freer with his sexuality than me.
“Who cares?” Priest’s shoulders rose and fell once with his apathy toward the subject. “Right now, it’s just you and me.” His tall frame once again loomed over mine, his head bent so he could stare down at me. He slipped his hands on my hips, and his fingers dug into the skin just above my jeans tightly, possessively, as if he was trying to tell me I belonged to him.
“Priest,” I said his name again.
“Angel,” he spoke my new name with a feverish breath, and he bent his top half down, bringing his lips to mine—but he didn’t kiss me. No, his mouth stopped short of colliding with mine, and even though his face was too close, I could practically feel him smirking against me. “How about this? I’ll stop if you tell me your real name.”
He must’ve been able to tell I was about to deny him the info yet again, because he added, “Don’t worry your pretty little head. I won’t tell a soul who you really are. I’ll even tell you mine.”
Who was Priest, really? I’d tried to find stuff on him and Deacon through Bishop’s accounts on social media once I’d realized he was Cody, but Bishop had deleted it all, or made everything private. Was the offer tempting enough?
“Come on,” he said, once my hesitation was plain. “If you don’t tell me, I’ll have to resort to other measures to get you to talk.” With every word he spoke, his hot breath bloomed on my face, his lips brushing against mine, teasing and tempting.
I didn’t know what kind of measures he was talking about, but I turned my face away, eyes on the hallway door through the glass. We were still alone, but who knew how long that would last? “You’re so…” The only word that came to mind was: “Bad.”
His muscular chest hummed. “I am. I’m very bad, Angel. I’m a bad, bad boy looking for a girl to be bad with me.”
I was seconds from telling him to quit it, but for whatever reason, a cat must’ve got my tongue, because I couldn’t say a single word. Maybe Priest’s low, sexy voice had me mesmerized.
Priest sank before me, his tall frame lowering as he got to his knees. His mouth trailed a line of kisses down my chest, over my shirt, and I gasped when his hands left my waist and fell to the button on my jeans.
“What are you doing?” I asked, breathless. Just like that, he’d gotten me worked up. If we were talking about what was fair, that wasn’t fair at all.
“I’m being bad,” he answered simply, a dangerous tone in his voice, like he was daring me to try to stop him. He wanted my real name, so he was doing something he knew I’d try to stop. He was still a little bit too tall, even on his knees, so he had to practically sit to be at the right level in front of me.
His fingers got my jeans undone, and the zipper came down shortly after. Priest said not a word more, and I breathed hard, my chest heaving even though he hadn’t done anything yet. He wanted my real name, and he was playing dirty to get me to tell him.
“Priest,” I whispered his name, unable to say anything else.
“Hmm? Have something to say? I’m afraid the only thing that’ll register in my head is a name… a girl’s name. Your name, in fact.” Priest pulled down my jeans to reveal the dark panties I wore underneath. “All you have to do is tell me, baby, and I’ll stop.”
His hands splayed on my thighs, making me shiver as he ran them up to my hips and toyed with the sides of my underwear. “Or, if you prefer, I’ll keep going. I don’t mind being on the floor for you.”
I could stop him. I could either say my real name or tell him how uncomfortable this was making me, and he’d stop. But, for some reason, I couldn’t say a word. Any logical thought in my head had vanished, and now all I could focus on was the fact that Priest was on the floor in front of me, about to slide down my panties and expose my lower half to him. With my back against the glass, it wouldn’t exactly be hard to tell what we were doing.
“Your choice,” Priest whispered, his face nearing my apex. “Can’t say I hate the choice, though. I’m always hungry for your sweet peach.” He licked his lips, a devilish smirk crossing his face as he pulled down my panties and let them fall to my ankles, where my pants were bunched.
He spread my legs a bit, and then, without any trace of hesitation at all, he went for it—and by it, I meant me. He went for me.
Priest’s mouth latched onto my clit with no buildup, his tongue running around it once before he sucked hard. I gasped at the sudden sensation, pleasure filling me in a way it had no right to, given where we were. He wrapped his hands around me, cupping my ass firmly, and I had to lean my head back and close my eyes.
Holy shit. This wasn’t the first time Priest’s mouth had been down there, but this time, it was damn near electric. Maybe the fact that we could get caught did heighten everything.
His mouth assaulted my clit with an unrelenting force, and I couldn’t stop the moans from surfacing in my throat. My skin grew hot, and I had to weave a hand through his hair to help ground me.
Priest jerked my ass away from the wall, helping to hold me up as his mouth dipped a little lower. His tongue then did something it never had before. It pushed inside my core, and he lapped me up from the inside.
“Oh, God,” I whispered, feverish, my hips starting to grind on his face. Suddenly I didn’t care that someone could walk in and see us. All I cared about was that wonderful tongue and how it was an expert in all it did. “Don’t stop.”
His tongue withdrew from my core, and his head leaned back a bit, enough to let the hand in his hair fall away. I didn’t have to look at him to know he wore his signature smirk. “I’m sorry, were you begging for more? I think you’ll have to beg a little harder, Angel.”
My nipples were nothing more than hardened points pressing against the confines of my bra, a sign of my desperation. “Please don’t stop. I need more, Priest. I need more.” And I needed more right now.
That was enough for him, because after that, his mouth collided with my apex once again, showcasing just how greedy and hungry he was. His tongue lapped at my clit a few times, drawing out more moans from me, and then he returned to my core, fucking me with that same long tongue. After a while, he removed one of his hands from my ass and brought that thumb to my clit, rubbing it while he ate me out.
My breathing grew short. I couldn’t help it. It was too much. All of it was too much. Too many sensations, too powerful, just too much.
My eyes squeezed shut as my body was thrown into an orgasm that took hold of me body and soul. The moan that left me as I spasmed was louder than any others, and I couldn’t quite catch my breath afterward. All I could do was pant as my muscles trembled and gave way to the pleasure coursing through my system.
“You come for me in record time,” Priest mused with a smirk as he pulled his mouth away from me. Before he got up, he tugged up my underwear and then my jeans, putting me back together after being the one to undo me completely. He ran his tongue over his lower lip, appearing more disheveled than ever. “You taste fucking spectacular, by the way.”
My cheeks burned, and I shoved him away. Not hard, but hard enough to get him to take a step back. “I can’t believe you. I—you’re—”
“So speechless after that orgasm, huh?” He probably said this next part to get under my skin, because he leaned closer and lowered his voice to a bare, husky whisper, “Maybe if you’re a good girl for me, I’ll give you another one on the ride home.”
For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t… he meant with his hand, right? Because, obviously, his eyes would need to be on the road if he was driving—unless he meant he’d find us somewhere private and—
No. I wasn’t going to let his sex-crazed self get in my head. It felt good, yeah, but it wasn’t all I’d think about.
I told myself that, even as the sound guy returned and we got back to work, and I kept telling myself that, even as we finished up. It became more difficult to tell that to myself, however, when we reached the car. Suddenly all I could think about was those hands of his.
Priest did have really nice, big hands.