Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Saylor yelled at him and grabbed his arm, then got on her tiptoes, jabbing her pointed nail into his chest as she spoke. Long blonde hair caught in the breeze, blowing behind her. The hem of her sundress teasing as it fluttered up just a little, showcasing more of her legs. Those freaking heels she had on, showing her hot-pink toenails on her perfect feet. She was walking again, and this time, it was around the front of the truck. The wind caught her dress, and it barely flashed her panties before she caught it, holding it down until she got to the passenger door and opened it.
Just before she climbed in, her head turned, and she stared this way. I knew she couldn’t see me, but it felt as if those sapphire eyes were telling me goodbye. I never even got to kiss her mouth. Never felt her lips. Her gaze dropped, and then she was inside the truck, the door closing.
“Goodbye, Dimples,” I whispered as the truck pulled off and drove away.
Looking in the direction of the clothes closet, knowing she wasn’t in there and wouldn’t be again, hurt too much. I closed the blinds. They’d have to stay that way from now on.
Sinking down into my chair, I dropped my head into my hands.
I’d had no other choice.
For a moment, I’d considered walking away from it all. And I had wanted to. Wanted to go. Have the freedom.
But that meant I would be tossing away an education that had cost Delana’s parents almost two hundred thousand dollars, just to be with a girl eight years younger than me, who I’d clearly known little about, because her smile made my knees weak, her laugh gave me a lightness in my chest, and her body…well, her body made me want to break my vows over and over and over again. In many different ways.
It hadn’t been a choice between God and lust.
It had been one between love and lust.
I’d loved Delana, and I couldn’t betray her and what her parents had done for me for lust. Possibly the most intense case of lust in the history of mankind, but lust just the same. I couldn’t love someone I didn’t really know.
Twenty-One
Saylor
“You’re gonna tell me what happened, or I’m gonna go kill a priest,” Gathe said as he glanced over at me from the driver’s seat.
“You aren’t going to do anything. It’s just over, okay?”
“Did he fuck you, then get his religion back? Is that it? Because, yeah, then I’m slicing his dick off and shoving it down his goddamn throat,” he snarled.
“We never had sex. What you saw was after we messed around, hands only. We’d both gotten off. But that was it. And you’re leaving his dick alone. You go near him, and I will put a bullet in your dick.” I seethed. I didn’t want to talk about it. I wanted to go home, lock myself in my room, and cry.
“A man doesn’t cream his jeans from a little hands-only play. Unless you jerked him off, and that’s not what it looked like.”
I rolled my eyes. “He’s a virgin. It doesn’t take as much.”
Silence.
I shouldn’t have told him that. But did it matter? Jude never wanted to see me again. My presence meant danger.
“He’s a fucking virgin?” Gathe asked, his tone horrified.
“Yes. He is a priest,” I bit out.
“Uh, yeah, but he wasn’t a priest when he was a teenager or in college. Jesus, the man is, what, twenty-seven years old and never had a pussy?”
“Twenty-nine,” I said, refusing to look at him.
“Holy fuck,” Gathe breathed. “You could have probably just said the word pussy, and he’d have shot a load in his pants. A breeze would set him off. The brief brush of—”
“That’s enough. You’re not funny.”
“I’m not making jokes. I am fucking serious.”
“I shouldn’t have told you.”
“So, what has he done? Licked a pussy? Gotten sucked off?”
He wasn’t going to let this go. I shook my head.
“The man has never had a mouth on his cock?” Gathe was almost shouting.
I glared at him then. “No! Would you shut up about it?!”
He nodded, and I enjoyed the silence for a very brief moment before—
“I can’t slice off his dick. He hasn’t gotten to use it yet.”
Oh, for the love of God, would he let it go?
“Did you at least touch it for him? Before he got all guilty and ended things.”
“That isn’t what happened, and, no, I never touched it. He just touched me.”
Gathe pulled through the gates of my house, and I had never been so relieved to be home. When the truck came to a stop, I reached for the door handle, and Gathe locked the doors.
“Not yet.”
“I am not giving you details on what we did, Gathe. Stop being creepy.”
He shook his head. “That’s not what I was gonna ask, but for the record, it’s creepy. He’s a virgin at twenty-nine. But no more of that, I swear. Or at least today. Now, tell me what happened. Because I might not cut his dick off, but I will go slice something off him if you don’t give me a reason not to.”