Chapter Twenty-Seven – Angel
The guys were acting weird. I thought when I came back I’d give them the stuff I got them, ask them to model them for me, and then… you know, sex. Lots of sex, because I’d been gone a whole week. It was the longest we’d been apart for nine months, since Christmas.
But no. They’d refused. They’d slunk back to their own rooms and whispered amongst themselves.
I couldn’t even get them to sleep in my room that night. Everyone slept in their own beds—and that was weird, because we hadn’t all slept in our own beds in forever. Heck, I couldn’t remember the last time we were each in our own rooms.
I tried to think of what could be wrong, what their deal was, but I just couldn’t think of anything. Whatever it was, I knew they’d tell me eventually; I’d just have to wait.
So I waited. I waited for what felt like an eternity, although in reality it was only twenty-four hours. When the time came, they told me to wait in my bedroom with the door shut, so they could get everything situated.
While I was stuck in my room, I texted Alexa and told her my boyfriends had something up their sleeves, and her response was quick: They were prob going insane without you. Which, okay, that was probably true, but if that was the case, why did we all sleep separately? Why was there no sex?
During my trip, I’d told her the truth. The only way I could get the go-ahead to spill the beans to my best friend was bringing along an NDA to make her sign first. I didn’t think we needed legal backup, because I knew Alexa would never tell this secret to anyone.
Alexa knew the whole truth now: about where I was, what I was doing, and who my three boyfriends were. On more than one occasion she’d gushed about how lucky I was and how jealous she was.
It took the guys a while, so I had some time to think. To be honest, I’d thought a lot about them while I was gone, and with Alexa’s help, I’d decided: it was time to tell them my name. I mean, they’d been to my house, they knew where I’d grown up, so if they’d really wanted to, they could’ve searched the address online and found it.
Bishop knew my name, so that left Priest and Deacon—and I knew if Priest had figured out my name, he would’ve blabbed it to Deacon and been proud of it.
It was something I’d thought about often, but it just never happened. I didn’t want to tell Priest and Deacon my name if they’d feel pressured to tell me theirs. Now that I was officially a permanent member of Black Sacrament, it only seemed right.
Plus, you know, I was so in love with them I couldn’t think straight sometimes.
I texted Alexa back: I’m going to tell them my real name. Wish me luck.
Ooh, good luck! And get that dick!
I had to roll my eyes at her response. Ever since agreeing to be in a relationship with the three of them, it’d been all about getting the dick, in Alexa’s words. Just because she’d lost her virginity years ago and had been getting it since meant I’d lost out and had to make up for that lost time, in her eyes.
Needless to say, I did not see it like that, but the sex was definitely a perk of this unique relationship.
Since I’d decided that’s what I was going to do, I changed into something nice. A tight black dress I knew the guys would love; it was lower-cut than what I liked to wear, but seeing as how this was obviously a night in, I’d gladly put it all on display for my guys.
It was still strange to think they were mine. The world might think I was in a solo relationship with Priest, but someday we’d come out and tell the whole truth. Someday we’d drop that bomb and let the pieces fall wherever they may.
I did my hair with low, soft waves, and even applied some makeup. I preferred the hot mess look around the eyes now; the black liner really made my blue eyes pop. I was just finishing up when I heard a soft knock on my bedroom door.
It’s showtime.
Running my hands down the sides of my dress, I walked to the door. On the other side, Bishop stood with a gentle smile on his face, and the moment he saw me, his hazel gaze took me in, a look of hunger flashing behind those orbs.
“Wow,” he whispered, sounding speechless. “You look… you look amazing.”
My gaze fell to his shirt. It was the shirt I’d gotten him while I was away. “Nice shirt.”
“Thanks, my girlfriend got it for me,” he quipped, and then he offered me his arm like he was an escort or something.
I chuckled as I slipped my arm through his. “Your girlfriend, huh? She sounds pretty awesome.”
“She has her moments.”
At that smart comment, I narrowed my eyes at him, but I was still smiling, so the fake glare didn’t exactly land.
Bishop brought me out to the kitchen, and the sight of dozens of candles lighting the place all over brought me back in time, just for a quick moment. The night they’d asked me to date them. The night they’d said they each liked me and wanted me. AKA the night our lives changed forever.
This time, instead of just one plate for me, there were four, one for each of us. They were positioned on the island in front of the stools, and Deacon and Priest stood on the opposite side of the island, holding their hands behind their backs. Deacon’s hair was pulled back, and he actually wore an apron.
I wanted to say he looked silly, but I was kind of digging the chef vibe.
Bishop brought me before my plate, and I saw some kind of pasta with white alfredo sauce. Across the island, Priest said, “We figured pasta for the carbs, because we’re going to need a lot of energy tonight.” He gave me his lopsided smile, and my stomach did a flip.
Both Priest and Bishop wore the shirts I’d gotten them, too, proudly displaying the logo of the college I would’ve been at if things had gone differently.
I was glad they hadn’t, though.I couldn’t be happier with the way things had turned out.
I got onto the stool, and Bishop took the spot to my right. Across from us, neither Deacon nor Priest moved a muscle, not right away. I looked at them. “Aren’t you guys going to sit with me?” There were four plates, so obviously they were going to, but… they must’ve been waiting for something.
Neither one of them moved. A minute passed, and then Deacon coughed and elbowed Priest on the side. Priest blinked, said “Oh, yeah,” and reached into what must’ve been his back pocket, because he pulled out a folded piece of paper and slid it toward me.
“Before you eat,” Deacon said, “we want you to open that.”
I was smiling. I couldn’t help it. The guys were acting so weird, you’d think they were about to tell me something earth-shattering. I grabbed the folded paper and opened it, dropping my eyes to the mostly blank sheet.
Just two words on the paper. Just two.
Two names, I should say.
Matt and Jake.
Two very normal names, names you’d never link to rock stars. When what I was seeing finally registered, I glanced up at the guys across from me. My mouth was open, but no words came out.
“We’re not telling you who’s who,” Priest said, still grinning, “so you’re just going to have to guess.”
I chuckled. “You’re making me guess?” These guys were so ridiculous. God, I loved them so much. Nothing was ever boring with them, that’s for sure.
“Yep. And if you happen to guess correctly, then we’ll show you our other surprise.” Priest lifted an arm and set it around Deacon’s shoulders, making Deacon scowl, but he didn’t seem to care. “So, tell us, love, who’s who?”
“How about,” I paused as I set the paper down, “I tell you my name and you show me your other surprise anyway?” Both Priest and Deacon sucked in a hard breath, and I giggled. To be completely honest, I was shocked Bishop hadn’t told them my name. I’d heard Priest badgering him about it on more than one occasion.
“That,” Priest spoke as he pulled his arm off Deacon so he could lean on the island across from me, “seems like a reasonable compromise. Should we spit on it?” Silence was his only answer, and he was quick to add, “Okay, no spitting. Got it.”
“Maggie. My name is Maggie. Also Mags, to my friends, which I really only have the one now, if we’re not counting you three.” It was like I was telling the guys the last thing they didn’t know about me, and ironically, it was one of the most important things. Intimate. After all, names were usually the first thing you knew about someone.
Deacon whispered my name like it was a prayer, “Maggie.”
“Mags,” Priest repeated, nodding. “I like it. I like it a lot.”
Something unspoken passed between the guys, and Bishop got up and walked around the island to join the others. They traded looks, and then they simultaneously went to take their shirts off. Deacon had to take off the apron before he could get to his shirt, but once he did, all three of them stood before me, shirtless and one hundred and ten percent sexy in the candlelight.
I spoke slowly as I let my stare take in the magnificently muscled—and in Priest’s case, tattooed—sight before me, “Is my other surprise a strip tease?”
Priest laid on the charm: “You know I’d strip for you any day of the week. All the fair maiden has to do is ask—”
“Guys,” Bishop cut in, the voice of reason, “let’s just turn around and show her.”
The three of them spun around, and though Priest was still mumbling about how he’d give the best lap dance out of the three of them, I stopped listening to him, too busy staring at the new tattoos on their backs.
Centered, at least as big as my hand, maybe more, right on their spine, beneath their shoulder blades, was a brand-new tattoo that I knew for a fact wasn’t on their bodies when I’d left. Black Sacrament’s new logo: an upside-down cross with angel wings sprouting behind it.
But, wait. There was more to it than that.
There were letters, letters near each end of the cross. Letters for each of us. P, D, and B… and an A on the very top.
I slid off the stool, moving around the island to get a closer look. “You got these for me?” My breath caught, my chest heavy. Maybe it was a stupid thing to say, but it felt like my heart was so full in that moment it could burst.
“We wanted to do something that would show you how much you mean to us,” Bishop said.
Deacon said, “That you’re a part of this band and a part of us now.”
“And that you’re above us lowly commoners,” Priest joked, and then he grew more serious as he turned around to face me, his handsome face intense as he gazed down at me. The others were sluggish in turning around with him. “You’re ours, Angel. Always.”
The breath that left me right then was a shaky one. Even after all this time, these three could make me feel so content, so good inside. “Always,” I agreed, because I wanted this to be my forever, not just a chapter in my life that would eventually end.
No, these guys, these three… they were mine and I was theirs. It might not be conventional, but who cared? Always and forever.
“All right,” Priest whispered. “I think we should hurry up and eat before the food gets ice cold—but not so fast that you give yourself a stomach ache, because—maybe I speak for just me—but I want to bend you over every which way tonight.”
That pretty much served as a rallying cry for all of us, because we, as a group, hardly said a word after that. The guys didn’t even put their shirts on before hurrying around the counter to scarf some food down. It turned into a race.
And, yes, I would’ve eaten more of it—the sauce was particularly delicious. Deacon said he’d made it himself—but I settled for a good few mouthfuls. It’d be enough. Enough to give me some energy for what was to come shortly.
After being away for so long, it was obvious what everyone wanted, including me.
Sex. Lots and lots of sex.
We didn’t clean up the kitchen before racing to my bedroom—although we did blow out the candles. No fires here, thanks. Before I knew it, I was being thrown on the bed, helped out of my clothes by greedy, grasping hands, and worshiped like I was their goddess.
And I was. I was their angel.
That was how I ended up sandwiched between Deacon and Bishop. We lay on our sides, their tattoos too fresh for them to lay on their backs while we got intimate, but that didn’t stop them from showering my body with kisses and fervent pawing. Priest watched, slowly stroking his cock as his eyes ate up the sight of the three of us.
Deacon was in front of me, Bishop behind me. My brain didn’t know who to focus on, whose hands to pay attention to… or whose mouth. Needless to say, I did a lot of sighing, a lot of squirming, and a whole lot of panting as they pushed me to my limit.
Priest stopped jerking himself off to grab something from my nightstand, and he tossed the small bottle to Bishop behind me, who caught it easily. I knew what that meant, and my ass clenched in anticipation.
Even now, I wasn’t used to being with all of them at once. It was too much .
As Bishop lathered his cock in lube and Deacon took a nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, Priest smirked at me from the edge of the bed. “Are you ready to get fucked?” he asked, knowing damn well I couldn’t give him an answer, not when I felt Bishop spreading my cheeks and positioning his cock behind me.
Deacon pulled his mouth off my nipple, baring his teeth at me as he took my neck in his hands and kissed me hard—the very same moment Bishop started to push inside of me. An uncomfortable pain at first, as Bishop’s cock filled my ass, and whatever sounds I made Deacon swallowed up greedily, his hand tightening around my neck.
And then I remembered what their advice was: relax. Don’t clench. Surrender and give in and everything would feel good.
The moment Bishop was inside me as much as he could be, his cock twitched in my ass, his body shuddering behind mine. “Fuck,” he whispered, holding onto my side. “You’re so tight.” He groaned in ecstasy, fingers digging into my hip as he began to move slowly.
Deacon bit my lower lip hard enough for me to gasp, and then he crawled down my body, taking that dangerous mouth of his with him. Past my stomach, down to my clit, where he instantly latched on for dear life, totally unbothered that Bishop’s cock and balls were right there.
Yeah, we pretty much shared everything now.
I moaned when Deacon sucked hard on my clit, and when his tongue circled it over and over, I melted. That was it. That was the key to getting me to relax. Laying on my side, I practically melted against Bishop as he fucked me from behind while Deacon assaulted my clit.
Priest crawled closer, inching toward my head. He had to sit down to get more level with my head, and once his cock was a few inches away from me, he tangled his hand in my hair and positioned his cock near my lips. I parted them, letting him push the tip of his dick inside. He couldn’t go fully in thanks to the semi-awkward angle, but it was enough that I could suck on that tip like a lollipop. He threw his head back and let out a groan.
As if needing to push me over the edge, while he continued to shower my clit with attention, Deacon stuck two fingers inside my pussy, fucking me with them at the same pace Bishop went as my ass from behind.
Oh, God. It was so much. Too much. Feeling Bishop behind me, having Deacon’s mouth on me and his fingers inside me, coupled with the hand curled tightly in my hair and the cock pumping in and out of my mouth as I did my best to suck on it, it was just too much.
Pressure built within me, the familiar feeling telling me I was about to experience the orgasm of a lifetime. When all three of them went at me like this, it was an out-of-body experience, to say the least.
An orgasm hit me, and I swore every single muscle in my body tightened. If my mouth wasn’t so full of Priest’s dick, I would’ve moaned. As it was, I heard Bishop groan behind me as my rim tightened around his length, an involuntary reaction to the sheer force of the orgasm.
Priest’s chest labored with heavy breaths, and he praised me, “You’re such a good girl for us, Angel. You take our cocks so well. Doesn’t she, boys?” I was delirious with pleasure, but I was pretty sure I heard Bishop and Deacon murmur their agreement.
Deacon pulled his mouth off my swollen, aching clit, his fingers following suit shortly after. His voice came out gruff and demanding when he told Priest, “Move. I need to be inside her.”
Priest whined, but he relented, sharply pulling his cock from my mouth with a popping sound from my lips. He cleared the way for Deacon to lay beside me much the same way Bishop was behind me. His hand fisted his large cock, and without saying another word, he pushed inside of me, filling me up inch after inch until I felt like bursting.
Having Bishop behind me and Deacon in front of me, both of their cocks nestled inside my holes… I couldn’t think straight. It was all heat, fire, and passion. Unbridled hunger and desperate desire.
Priest watched as Deacon’s hips began to thrust, hard, fast jerks of his hip, his cock plunging into me with gusto, like he couldn’t get enough. Like I was a drug to him, to all of them. I was what kept them going, gave them purpose.
I supposed, in a way, they were my drugs, too. They’d become everything to me, and I, for one, couldn’t wait to see what life had in store for us next. Whatever life threw at us, I knew without a doubt we could handle it. We were stronger together.
We were Black Sacrament. They were my demons and I was their angel.
Next up: the world tour.