Page 36 of Ride with the Devil

Obviously.

But I’ve known a handful of guys and girl who decided to wait. And, for the most part, it was the same reason.

Commandments, I think. He mentioned the Ten Commandments.

Oh, boy.

“Is this a religion thing? I mean, I’m not knocking you or anything. You do you, even if that means you’re not doing anyone. I just… wow. That’s another shame, ace. We could’ve had a lot of fun together.”

“I know. But it was how I was raised. Now, I’m used to it.”

The way he’s fisting his hand tells me otherwise.

Hm. We could’ve had a lot of fun together—and maybe I still can.

“Is it a sin to watch?”

“What?”

“You heard me. I don’t know what your religion is.”

He gulps. “It’s a small church in Oklahoma. The HCofJD.” At my blank look, he says, “The Holy Church of Ja— of Jesus Devotion. It’s a Christian sect that?—”

And I stopped listening.

Hey. If it’s a sin, he can look away. But me?

I’m agnostic, and if I want to fuck myself with a cucumber, no bearded man in the sky is going to harsh my vibe.

“But is it a sin for you, Luca? I mean… if I did this and you watched?” Lifting the cucumber to my mouth, I tongue the tip, licking the slightly bumpy exterior. “Or what about this?”

He’s not saying a damn word. Lips slightly parted, eyes glazed over with lust, he just stands there as I grip the back of my leggings, plus my panties, and shimmy them down until they’re at my knees.

I have just enough give in the fabric to widen my legs and dip the cucumber between them. I squeal when the chill of the cucumber bumps into my clit.

Luca groans, but he’s still watching.

“No,” he rasps out after a moment. “I don’t think it would be a sin if you did that to yourself and I happened to see it.”

I angle the cuke, gathering all the juices slicking my pussy so that I can knock it at my entrance.

“What. About. This?”

His eyelids flutter closed. “Fuck me, Kylie…”

I take the cucumber back. “Sorry, ace. That’s not allowed. We’re not married.”

His eyes snap open. “But?—”

Nope. No ‘buts’.”

“Good night, Luca. I hope you enjoy yours.” I waggle the cucumber. It’s not exactly what I wanted, but waste not, want not? Sometimes a horny chick has to make do with what she has, and if he’s an untouchable virgin because of his convictions, at least I’m lucky to have this. I grin at him. “‘Cause I’m gonna enjoy mine.”

And if his muffled curse follows me as I abandon the new game of checkers, bouncing toward the basement door, well that’s not my fault, is it?

TWELVE

INTERLUDE

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