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“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 wordpussy, 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 beingcreepy.”

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.”

For Jude’s safety, I had to keep it together and get this out. I couldn’t cry in front of Gathe.

“He figured out the windows were bullet—no, bombproof from the insurance adjuster at Vapiano. Because they weren’t even cracked from the tornado. Then, there was the thing about my car just having a few scratches, although it had been slung against the power pole. I intend to confront Dad about thetotaled carlie he gave me. I like my car.” I took a breath, then continued, “He is afraid that my being there is unsafe for the others who might be around. After all, if I require bombproof windows and a car that can survive being tossed by a tornado, then I must be a major target. He can’t put that target right there in the middle of people who could be hurt because of me. Which I get. I do.” It just hurt like a bitch. And I wanted to go now so I could go cry about it.

Gathe reached over and squeezed my arm. “I’m sorry, Princess. I know you liked him, but he is a priest, and at the end of the day, there was no future for you two.”

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