Page 137 of Corrupted Pleasure
“Good Girlsis more mature than using Rue’s whistle as our warning signal,” she retorted back, without missing a beat.
“Ummm,” Ivy broke the silence. “I hate to break this weird conversation, but I have to tell you something.”
We all looked at her, the truck forgotten. “What?” we asked in unison.
“Ummm… when I went to the bathroom, I ran into a guy,” she mumbled.
I frowned. “Yeah, so?”
“Priest,” she muttered.
“What?” we all squealed. “That guy left!”
“Yeah, I guess he came back,” Ivy pointed out the obvious.
“Was he around the dance floor?” Wynter asked her, narrowing her eyes. “This was something you should have said before we hijacked the truck. If he saw Juliette, he’ll know it’s us. The same person in two different places that were robbed is a pretty strong clue as to who did it!!”
“Well, I don’t think he ever made it to the dance floor area,” she muttered, her eyes darting away from us. It was uncharacteristic of her to avoid eye contact. And just like Juliette, she was never embarrassed.
“Why, Ivy?” Juliette asked her quietly, narrowing her eyes.
“Somehow, we… um… We may have started making out in the hallway.”
A choked laugh bubbled in my throat. “Like making out with your mouth?”
Ivy glared at me. “Yes, with my mouth and maybe my hands,” she snapped.
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh,” she murmured, then pressed her palms to her heated cheeks. “Jesus, we should stop doing this.”
“Ivy, did he-” My voice faltered, and my heart clenched in my chest. “Did he do more than kiss you?” My voice choked out, the lump in my throat caused by fear for what she might have gone through.
She shook her head.
“N-no. I lost my head,” she admitted softly, her shoulders slumped. “I-I almost let him fuck me right there in the hallway. I know I talk shit, but I kind of want to save myself for marriage.” A gasp sounded next to me. I thought it was Juliette’s but I wasn’t sure. “For a Priest, he was so damn good with his hands,” she said, shame coloring her voice. “I lost my head. If that announcement hadn’t happened, I think I would have gone all the way.”
Wynter stepped forward and put her hands on both of her shoulders. “So fucking what?” she remarked. “Did you like it?”
Ivy blinked, holding back tears threatening to spill. “I think so. Yes. But-”
“Fuck but,” Wynter sneered. “You lost your head. So what? You liked his hands on you and let him touch you. All that matters is that you enjoyed it.”
“God, I think Wynter is completely corrupted,” Juliette mumbled next to me. “But I agree. If you liked it, what the fuck matters where he touched you?”
“I think I liked the thought of someone watching us,” Ivy admitted in a whisper. “I came all over his fingers.”
God, if she knew half of the things I’d done with Liam.
Juliette scoffed. “Well, that sounds rather exciting. I bet you Davina did that and much, much more with her husband. Though please no details. Like ever!”
Wynter giggled, unable to contain her amusement on Juliette’s description. Truthfully, neither could I. I attempted to glare at Juliette, but my stupid face wouldn’t cooperate and I ended up grinning.
“I bet he spanks you,” Juliette drawled and my head snapped to her.
“How did you know?” I questioned her, shocked.
A second of silence and the three of us burst into hysterical laughter. We laughed so hard, I thought I’d pee myself.
