Chapter Six
SIAN
My heart is pounding inside my chest, my eyes are fucking wide as horror washes over me.
I’m fucking naked! There were no towels in the bathroom and Ralph told me I would have this place to myself until others moved in.
I didn’t question him or even ask any questions, I was too afraid he would take back the offer of a place to stay and I would be forced to go back to living in my car.
“What the fuck?” I tear my gaze from Cam to look at the man beside him and realization sinks in, he was the bouncer that let me inside the club.
Both of them stand there fighting hard to keep their gazes on my face but after a second, they lose the battle and take in the sight of every inch of my naked flesh.
I take a step back by reflex and try to shield my nudity with my arms. “What the hell are you doing?” Cam’s tone is harsh and laced with fury.
I bite down on my bottom lip to keep from whimpering.
When I flick my eyes to him I begin to heat.
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how good he felt inside me, the way he had me bowing to his every demand.
The control he had over me and the way he used me like a dirty fuck doll has me clenching my thighs to try and dull the ache.
“What are you guys doing in here?”
“We live here,” the big guy rasps out, then clears his throat. Cam shoots him a scathing look, which he ignores as he keeps his gaze laser focused on me.
“Can you fuck off?” Cameron snaps at the guy.
The guy crosses his arms over his chest and smiles as he shakes his head. “Fuck no. She is hot as hell and I’m loving the sight of you squirming too much to miss this.”
Warmth hits my cheeks and I nibble on my bottom lip, I feel utterly exposed and wish I had something to cover myself with. I left my bag with all my belongings in the room Ralph told me was mine. I hadn’t expected anyone else to be here!
“Fuck!” Cam snaps then marches over to the sofa and snags a throw blanket off the back, then tosses it to me. “I can’t think with you looking like that,” he snarls as I wrap the blanket around me.
“Please, don’t fire me. I swear I will work hard and I won’t tell anyone about us or what just happened?—”
“Shut the fuck up,” he roars and I stiffen.
I’ve never seen him like this before and any sane woman would be backing up and trying to escape, but not me.
My dumb ass is turned on and ready to drop to my knees and suck my old priest’s dick.
I’ve been crushing on Father Hawk for years.
I know it’s wrong and no one should look at their priest like that, but I can’t help it.
“Calm down,” the man mutters, then takes a step forward and holds his hand out to me. I can feel Cam’s gaze boring into me but my focus is on the man in front of me. He towers over my small frame. I see tattoos peeking out from the collar of his shirt and they cover his arms and hands. “Quin.”
“What?” I blurt.
He smiles and something about the warmth in that look has me relaxing slightly. “My name is Quin.”
I clutch the blanket in one hand and place my other one in his. His skin is warm but I can feel how rough his skin is.
I wonder what it would feel like to have his hands on me?
I stifle a gasp and shove that thought away. “Sian.” His smile is predatory and filled with sin, a look that has my belly clenching and my arousal growing to new heights.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Get changed,” Cam snaps, pulling me from my wayward thoughts. Quin shoots me a wink as he releases my hand and steps back.
“I kind of like this look better on her.” My eyes widen and I choke on air. Cam shoots his friend a filthy look.
“She looked even better with mine and E’s cocks down her throat.” His retort has me darting my gaze between them. Quin slowly lolls his head to the side and smirks at Cam, who clenches his fists at his sides and growls in warning, but Quin ignores him as he focuses on me.
“Did they make you dress up like a nun?” Cam curses beneath his breath, but doesn’t shut his friend down so I answer.
“He didn’t make me do anything. I was told by the girls to wear the outfit.
Did I fuck him and the other guy in it?” I don’t wait for him to reply as I push on.
“Yes, well, until they tore it off me and made me come so hard I swore I met Jesus himself.” Quin bursts out laughing, which causes a smile to grace my face but Cam, he just stands there, staring at me with hunger in his eyes.
“She is off limits to everyone,” Cameron declares.
I snort. “I thought fucking me was a mistake?” I blurt out. His eyes narrow.
“Fucking you would never be a mistake, darling. I can assure you of that,” Quin interjects, causing my breath to hitch.
I swallow and dart my gaze between them.
The air is charged with need and longing.
I have no idea what to do in this type of situation but I decide to throw caution to the wind and take a leap of faith, hoping I’m doing the right thing.
I release my hold on the blanket and let it drop to the floor.
Both men curse but don’t try to stop me as I close the space between Cam and I and slowly lower to my knees, while keeping my gaze on him the entire time.
His chest is rising rapidly as he tries to regain control of his body, but I can see he’s hard through his slacks.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” I utter quietly.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Quin grates out from beside us.
I keep my gaze on Cam as I wait for him to reply, praying he won’t reject me.
He darts his gaze from me to Quin, I can see he is debating what he should do, but I need him to let go and unleash himself on me.
I need it. Without permission, I reach up and begin unfastening his slacks.
When I pop the button his gaze drops to me and I still.
“Confess,” he grits out.
“I want you to tie me up with rosary beads to your bed, force me to submit to you, then fuck me like a starved man. I have dreamt of having you and my brother inside me in so many different ways and now that I have had a taste of you, I need more, Father.” Quin’s eyes widen at my admission.
He snaps his head toward Cameron, who shakes his head, but it’s clear he’s telling him without words to keep his mouth shut.
“I got a taste of the nun and now I want to taste the whore who sat in the back of my church and made herself come.” His tone is laced with a hunger that sends a shiver down my spine, and need coursing throughout my body.
“I’m your whore,” I answer.
Cameron’s eyes blaze with approval. “Get up.” I release my hold on his pants and stand.
“Go sit on the sofa and spread your legs wide open.” When I turn, I lock eyes with Quin.
For a minute I forgot all about him being here.
My bravado begins to waiver until I feel Cam press against my back.
He leans down and skims his lips against the shell of my ear.
“Don’t be shy. Quin is the one who is going to be eating that dirty little cunt while I watch.
” I gasp. Quin stands there smirking down at me.
“I’ll be watching every swipe of his tongue, listening to every sound you make as I strangle the fuck out of my cock with my rosary beads.
If you’re a good little slut, I might even choke you with them as I slide my cock inside your pussy and let Quin have your ass.
” His dirty promise has my breath hitching and my body taut with need, I’ve never fucked two guys at the same time but goddammit, I am willing to try it tonight.
I’m so wet I can feel my arousal coating my thighs.
“Get your ass over there now and part those fucking legs. I want to see that pussy and I’ll decide if it’s worth being eaten or not.
” Quin’s demand has me snapping into action.
My body isn’t obeying me, it’s moving on autopilot as if it belongs to them.
I don’t feel the bite of cold from the leather sofa as I sit down, I’m burning with need and so damn hot.
I rest my head back on the cushion but keep my eyes on them as I spread my legs.
Cam and Quin both groan at the sight of my dripping cunt.
To push them over the edge I trail my hand down my body, loving the way they watch my every move with rapt attention. I slide a single finger through my soaking folds and moan, then push that finger inside my pussy, pull it out and lock eyes with them as I bring it to my mouth and suck it clean.
“Fucking dirty bitch,” Quin mutters.
“Punish the slut. She needs to be taught a lesson,” Cam barks. I feel no fear as Quin stalks toward me with the grace of a predator. All I can focus on is the pulse of my clit and how it’s begging for him to make me come while my priest watches.