CHAPTER TWO
HUDSON
I’ve seen how she has watched me since she arrived. Peyton has no idea how to keep her feelings from being plastered across her face. She wants me. I know it, and so does she, but she is too worried about the taboo aspect of fucking things.
The look on her face last night as she watched Kye fuck me is a sight forever ingrained in my mind. She wanted to appear disgusted and ashamed, but I saw through her bullshit. The subtle way she shifted on the spot and how she rubbed her thighs together gave her away. If it wasn’t that, then it sure as fuck was the sight of her nipples poking through her thin crop top. She tried to use her blonde hair as a curtain to shield her face from us, but Van just gripped the strands in his fist and yanked her head back, forcing her blue eyes wider as she was made to watch Kye and me.
Poor little Peyton Jordan has no idea what the fuck she is in for. Knowing she is at our mercy has my cock growing hard, and it isn’t even seven in the morning.
“We need to head to the church as I want to get a head start on the fundraiser. The quicker we can get this sorted, the quicker your dad and Lenior can get their house fixed.” I take a bite of my toast and look at Van leaning against the counter, sipping his coffee. Van isn’t what you would expect a priest to be. He looks nothing like one, either.
“Yeah, I can help with the repairs when I get off work,” Kye adds.
I sigh. “I’ll shuffle a few of my jobs around. My apartment will have to wait, I guess,” I say.
Van scoffs. “Yeah, you seem so distraught about having to live here and having access to Kye whenever you want.” I smirk at the prick and wag my brows.
“Like I said, brother, any time you want to join, the door is always open.” Kye bursts out laughing, and Van just shoots me a filthy look.
“I’m gonna head out.” We all snap our heads toward the entryway to see Peyton standing there. She won’t look at any of us. I can see a blush already staining her cheeks, and I fight not to poke fun at her. Last night was a lot for her, no doubt. Once Kye and I finished, Van released her, and she ran to her room—she didn’t come out once.
“Where are you going?” I press.
She lifts her head and shoots me the filthiest look I have ever seen. It doesn’t have the desired effect she had hoped, though. All that fire in her eyes does is make my dick strain against the zipper of my jeans.
“Out,” she bites out and turns on her heel. I slip off my stool and wave goodbye to the guys as I chase after her. I catch up to her just as she steps outside. She whirls around with her fist raised. I pause and dart my gaze between her tiny hand and her face, arching my eyebrow. She growls and drops her fist back to her side. “What do you want?”
I pull the door closed behind me. “Come on, I’ll give you a ride into town,” I say as I brush past her.
“I have my own car!” she snaps.
“Did you want a round of applause?” I deadpan.
“I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“Why, because you saw me with a cock in my ass or because you wished I had mine inside yours?” Her jaw unhinges. Before she can reply, I add, “Get in the car, Peyton. Your mom wants us to meet her at the diner.” At the mention of her mom, she snaps her mouth closed and stomps past me to head to my truck. I bite my lip to keep from smiling. Fucking with her has become my new favorite thing because I can see how uptight she gets when it concerns sex. I’ve heard her on the phone to her friends. I know for certain she’s no virgin, and I also heard her tell her friends what she’s into sexually.
We’ve barely turned out of the street when she says, “I won’t say anything about what I… walked in on.”
I snort out a laugh. “Is that what the cool kids are calling spying these days?”
She scoffs. “I wasn’t spying!”
“What were you doing then?” I fire back. I glance her out of the corner of my eye, getting all flustered.
“I… I was trying to find my room and accidentally saw?—”
“Kye giving me one of the best orgasms of my life?” She snaps her head toward me so fast I know it had to have hurt.
“Hudson!”
“What?” I say with a shrug.
“That’s… no, we shouldn’t be talking about this.”
“Why not?”
She throws her hands into the air and fuck me, she looks sexy sitting there, getting all hot and bothered. “Because you're my stepbrother, and what you do in your private time is none of my business.”
“What if I wanted it to be your business?” She sucks in a sharp intake of breath.
“Don’t,” she mutters.
“Don’t what?” I press.
“Don’t do… that!” she hisses, then faces away from me just as we pull up out front of the diner. We live in a small town, and everyone knows everyone here. The joys of living in a country town in the middle of nowhere means you never get to keep a secret for too long. If I wasn’t the only builder in town, I would never get any business. Mrs. Jenner saw Kye and I making out behind the church a couple of years back and ran her mouth so fast the whole town knew before the service was over. Ever since that day, most of the town has kept away from us, fearing our bisexuality would rub off on them somehow.
The second I put the truck in park, Peyton jumps out and rushes inside. I can’t help but laugh. She can try and appear unaffected by what she saw last night, but Kye and I both heard her moaning through the thin walls. She was getting herself off to images of us. I push those thoughts away as I follow after her. Lenior is behind the counter, serving Fred and Barney their breakfast. She smiles at me and motions for me to join Peyton down at the end. I do as I’m told. Peyton stiffens when my thigh brushes against her leg.
To distract her, I ask, “Have you always been into primal play?” She swivels around on the stool so fast she nearly topples over. I reach out and grip her waist to steady her. Her gaze bores into mine, and for a split second, I see the need burning in the depths of her eyes before the look vanishes when she blinks.
She bats my hand away, steadies herself on her seat, then looks around to make sure no one is listening. Aside from us, there are four people here, and two of those people are her mother and the cook.
“I don’t know what the hell you are talking about,” she hisses.
I purse my lips and raise my hands as if surrendering. “You know the walls are just as thin at my dad’s as they are at Van and Kye’s.” It takes my meaning three seconds to sink before her eyes are wide and her cheeks turn red. “Next time you want to get off, come knock on my door. I’d be all too happy to get on my knees for you, Pey. Or, if you like, I can chase you through the woods out back to embrace that kink of yours you told your friends about last week.”
“Sorry to keep you both waiting.” I turn toward Lenior and smile, distracting her while Peyton gathers herself.
“Don’t be. We were just discussing what we wanted to eat .” A strangled sound escapes Peyton, and it takes a fuck load of effort to keep my face blank.
“I can whip you both up something quickly before you head down to the church to meet the others.”
“What?” Lenior faces Peyton and purses her lips.
“Didn’t Father Pierce tell you?”
Pey looks from her mom to me, then back again when I give nothing away. “No, he didn’t mention anything last night… I went to bed early.” I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from grinning like a fool.
“Oh, well, he has been so kind and offered the church's help in fundraising. This year’s Easter parade proceeds will go toward fixing our house, so I told him you would both go down and lend a hand.”
“Mom! I have plans,” Peyton rebukes.
“What plans?” I press, earning a glare from the angry little rabbit.
“None that concern you,” she forces out through clenched teeth.
“Pity, Kye and I would have loved to come along and hang out.” Her eyes widen slightly before she schools her features.
“Peyton, please. I don’t get off until later, and Ken is working a double shift at the mill. We could really use your help.”
Guilt churns in her blue eyes. “Yeah, okay, Mom,” she relents.
Oh, sweet little bunny, corrupting you is going to be so much fun.