Page 57 of Nun’s Prayer

“That depends on you.” Priest reached out and grabbed me. “While I submit to you, I’m a switch.”

“Okay.”

“Could you handle submitting to me occasionally?”

“Yes, I’m a switch too, although Blue is a sub.” Then I asserted, “I love him.”

Priest searched my eyes, his face becoming expressionless. He stepped back. “You mean that.”

“Yep, but I love you too.” I wanted to squirm and run away. I’d never been one for a polyamorous relationship. Yet, here I was.

“What do you want?” Priest asked cautiously.

“Both of you,” I replied honestly.

“I’m not bisexual,” Priest said, and I laughed.

“Neither is Blue. I need you both, and it’s perfectly fine if you don’t want each other.”

“Nun, I’m taking on Brielle. I know she thinks you’re the bee’s knees, but I’m unsure about exposing her to that type of relationship.”

Hurt lashed through me, but I hid it. “I understand. I’m going to ask you to leave and head back to Camden. There is nothing for you here.”

Priest reared back. If he expected me to break up with Blue and pick him, he was wrong. Blue had accepted I loved them both and hadn’t made demands. That didn’t mean that Blue was weak or a pushover. No, it meant he’d bend to make me happy.

“I understand,” Priest replied stiffly. “Can you give us a day to get our things together?”

“Sure. Take all the time you want. I’m heading out with Blue and his aunt.” Turning away, I began walking back inside. I paused on the threshold. “Thank you for the memories. I’ll always cherish them. Goodbye, Priest.” With that, I headed indoors to pack.

Priest – a week later.

I’d made a mistake. It had been seven days since I’d last spoken to Nun, and it was killing me. I’d returned to the RBMC, and Warden had given Brielle and me a guest house. I’d tried to keep busy, taking Brielle shopping, sorting out her registration for school and other stuff, but I felt empty. Brielle kept sending me worried looks. She sensed something was wrong.

“Stop moping, you’re getting on my nerves,” Undertaker said, coming and sitting with me.

“Thanks, asshole,” I responded.

“Seriously, Priest, you’re beyond annoying. If you love Nun, and you do—I can feel it—what’s the issue? She didn’t love you back?”

“No, she does. It’s that she’s also in love with Blue.”

“And?”

“What do you mean, and…?”

“I don’t get the problem,” Undertaker replied.

“Well, Blue and I aren’t bisexual, and I don’t want to share my woman with another guy.”

“So you’re going to be miserable instead. You wanted her to choose you, and she didn’t.”

“Was that too much to ask?”

“Yes. I’ve known Nun a long time. She’s not treated Blue as a member of the stable for four years. Her entire club hasn’t touched him because of that. They all recognised he was hers. Then you come along and expect her to throw their history away for a guy she’s known for weeks?”

“Well, putting it like that, I’m the asshole.”

“Priest, Nun rode into danger alone to save Brielle. That’s her showing love. Nun didn’t hesitate. She had a shit life; you’re fully aware she did. She offers you something special, and you don’t even bother to discuss it? That’s beyond being an asshole. Did you actually attempt to figure out a solution to make it work? Or did you go, nope, I’m not bisexual. See ya around?”