CHAPTER FOURTEEN
HUDSON
My balls are so heavy it’s starting to get hard to walk!
All of us have been on edge all week, counting down the days until we can have her again. So many times this week I have nearly fucked up and told her the truth. Peyton has been spending more time around us and I can tell she likes us, but thinks it wrong for her to want all three of us. It’s Thursday night and we’re all sitting in the living room watching a movie. Van is in the love seat while Pey is lying with her feet on Kye’s lap and her head in mine. I may be horny as fuck, but being able to have her so relaxed and allowing us to touch her freely this past week has been incredible.
Her phone rings with an incoming FaceTime call, breaking me from my thoughts. When she lifts it and sees it’s her father a broad smile stretches across her beautiful face. I expect her to sit up and walk out of the room so her dad doesn’t see her with her head in my lap but she surprises me when she answers it.
“Hey, Daddy.”
His face fills the screen and he beams at his daughter. “Hey, baby girl, how are you?”
“I’m good. How are you? Where are you?”
“I’m great actually.” There’s a hint of excitement to his tone which has her studying him.
“What happened?” she presses. The three of us are so invested in this conversation, Van turns the volume on the TV down so we can listen in better.
“I spoke to your mom, she told me about what happened to her house.”
“Oh, sorry. I forgot to mention that. The town raised enough to help her and Ken with the plumbing. Hudson and Kye are going to help them rebuild the downstairs.” I flick my gaze to Kye who has the same dumbfounded look on his face, she talks about us like she has told her father about us and that shit has me wanting to beat my fists against my chest.
“That’s great. But, she did tell me something you forgot to mention.” Peyton begins gnawing on her bottom lip nervously. “You got some explaining to do, young lady.” I look at my boys and find they are all staring at her with rapt attention.
Peyton sighs. “I was going to tell you but then… everything just changed and I’ve been busy and it just slipped my mind.” She’s lying and now I need to know what the fuck she is hiding.
“P, this is something we should have discussed first.” He sounds hurt that she didn’t tell him about whatever this is.
“I know, Daddy,” she whispers. “I just… I didn’t know how to tell you. You know what Moms like and she would have cried or made a big deal about it, and I just didn’t want to deal with it.”
Brice sighs and scrubs a hand down his face. I’ve never formally met her father but I’ve heard a lot about him from her mom, and he seems like a good guy. “I get it, baby girl, I just wish you would have told me. Your mother is freaking out.”
Peyton rolls her lips over teeth to keep from smiling. “Lucky I’m not living with her right now then, huh?” Brice shakes his head and laughs.
“Jesus, P. A father doesn’t appreciate getting a message from his teenage daughter telling him she is living with three guys. You sure know how to get my blood pressure up.”
Peyton bursts out laughing and I love the fucking sound, it’s so beautiful that it brings a smile to my face. “Hey, one of them is a priest,” she fires back, then shoots Van a wink. The fucker just rolls his eyes but even he can’t help but smile at her.
“They’re the worst!” Brice claps back, causing Peyton to laugh. Van snorts and starts mumbling something under his breath. “Are you being safe ?”
Peyton turns a bright shade of red. “Dad!” she scolds.
Brice raises his hand in surrender, the three of us all laughing at her expense. “Oh, so I assume they can hear?” he presses. Peyton groans and nods. “Well, good. Safety is paramount, boys?—”
“Dad, oh my God,” Peyton snaps, then rushes out of the room with our laughter following her.
“I like him,” Kye announces and wags his brows.
I shove the fucker. “He wouldn’t think much of us if he knew,” I say.
“He said boys , he never stipulated just one ,” Van mumbles. I think back to a second ago and realize he’s right. Her father warned all of us—does he know? I shake that thought away, of course he doesn’t know because not even she does.
“What is she hiding?” I wonder aloud.
“No fucking clue but I plan to find out,” Van growls.
“Our girl is hiding shit and I don’t fucking like it,” Kye grits out.
“We will make her tell us tomorrow,” I declare. Our conversation is cut off when she saunters back into the room and reclaims her position from earlier like nothing happened. It’s taking everything inside me not to press her for details right now. I run my fingers through her hair, loving the soft mewl that escapes her. The three of us have never been so content before. We’re all sitting here, watching some stupid sci-fi movie she picked because Theo James is in it and apparently Divergent is the best movie, because he claims his girl and stops at nothing to save her.
Each of us have acted like we were interested in it when she told us but the truth is, we would have sat for hours watching a blank screen if she told us to. All any of us want is just to be around her. Wearing the masks is becoming harder. I want her to know it’s us and to want us in the same fucking way we crave her.
Saint - You have twenty minutes to be in the woods behind the church.
The three of us took off after dinner earlier, telling her we had some shit to do. She looked torn and like she wanted to protest but I know she’s been looking forward to this weekend as much as we have. I can tell the guys want to confess it's us behind the masks as well, but each of us are worried she’ll run and never speak to any of us again. Fuck, the thought of her denying us has my chest aching.
Bunny - OMW
I smirk at her instant reply, I have no doubt that she has been waiting for that message all damn night since we left.
“Fuck, man, it’s a long weekend so does that mean we get her for the whole thing?” Kye asks. It’s Easter weekend and most of the town has shut down for the four days. Unlike us, Van had to work today and will work Easter Sunday.
“Yeah,” Van answers. I look down at the basket of chocolates we got her and an idea slams into me. I reach down and retrieve the chocolate Easter Bunny and twirl it in my hands.
“Asshole, don’t eat that!” Kye snaps.
“Oh, I plan to use this bad boy to get our girl off then eat and lick the melted chocolate out of her pussy before we fuck her.” Both of them stare at me with blank expressions for a second before they are both darting for the basket. I laugh at the idiots, tonight is going to be fucking epic and I plan to take my time with her. If this is going to be our last weekend with her, then I am going to make the fucking most of it because I need her to want us. I can’t go back to not having her in our lives. She is perfect and fits the three of us.
Our laughter dies off when we hear leaves rustling. We all share a look before we secure our masks in place and take off into the woods, ready to chase our girl and make her submit… make her want and need us until she can’t live without us. This weekend, we are going to make her see there is no her without the three of us. Peyton Jordan has turned our fucking lives upside down and we aren’t mad about it. We all know she will be weary of the stigma that will follow us, when people learn she is not only fucking her stepbrother but her priest and their best friend.