Page 55 of Small Town Hunter

“You know, every girl at my school had done it already? And it was a Christian school. I was the only one who saved myself. I wanted to be right with God. And where did that get me?”

“Trina, stop.”

“I don’t want to be so– naive,” she says recklessly. “You of all people should understand what it’s like to want something but not be able to–”

“What do you mean, ‘me of all people’?” I demand, catching some insinuation.

Her guilty look turns to saintly innocence at the speed of light. “I went through your things. I couldn’t help but notice your book,” she confesses.

Ah.

Ah, hell.

“You interfering–”

“I commend you for your sacrifice of carnal pleasure,” she babbles nervously. She should damn well be nervous. “I imagine it hasn’t been easy controlling your sinful urges.”

“How dare you go through my shit?”

She lifts her chin. “I was making sure you weren’t a serial killer!”

“Your continued existence wasn’t proof enough?”

“Celibacy is nothing to be ashamed of,” she says primly.

“Women convince me of that daily.”

She flinches, but she needs to get a tongue-lashing and probably a real lashing across those pretty brown thighs.

Trying again she goes, “You aren’t alone, Crash. I also had to give the pleasure of intimate sin up for God. I know my body should be only for the pleasure of God and my husband. But sometimes— ”

“Don’t tell me you fucked that sloppy bastard.”

“No! Didn’t you hear me? That’snotwhat I meant.”

Fuck that visual. Wilson climbing on top of her like a dog, thrusting. Christ! I move closer to Trina, fighting the urge to grab her.

“Did hetouchyou?”

“I made him stop. I already told you that a hundred times.”

“So you’re still a virgin. Not like I give a fuck.”

“What? N-no, I’mnota virgin,” she lies. “And stop cussing at me!”

“Thought you said you’d never been kissed?”

“It’s not something we should be talking about!” The tip of her nose is darker, and I reckon that’s as close as she can get to a blush. She suddenly backtracks, “It’s not your business.”

“I couldn’t agree more. Don’t go through my shit or any deal we have is off. Clear?”

She looks like an owl with her feathers all ruffled. She deserves it. I think I have her stitched up, but just like a woman she needs to have the last word.

“I’m sure you’ve had a lot of women, anyway. You people of the world revel in promiscuity,” she sniffs.

“Let’s not go there.”

“I bet you can’t even remember their names.”

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