Page 119 of Play With Me
I shoot Jude a look.Seriously? Even nuns, Jude?
He knows what he’s doing.
To my utter surprise, and Jude’s great delight, we discover every single one of the nuns—with the exception of Sister Ilsa, who kisses us both on the cheeks and murmurs good night—are accompanying us to the room they’re giving us.
So we travel down the hallway in the middle of the pack of them, giggling and chattering to themselves. Near the end of the hall, the one in front opens a door and we all file into a spartan room with two twin beds on opposite sides of a single bedside table, a crucifix hung over top.
“Here you are,” says Sister Carolina.
Jude’s looking around like he might find something else in here, but there’s nothing except a plain desk and chair on the other walls. The rest is bare walls and floors.
“Thank you so much, again,” I say. “Jude?” He’s still eyeing the beds and himself, as if wondering if he might fit. It’s fair, I don’t think he will, totally. But they’re all waiting on him to say something.
“Jude!” I whisper again, elbowing him. Only I don’t elbow him, I elbow the pile of our coats under his arm, and the moment I do, a loud buzzing emanates from his.
My stomach jolts.He didn’t.
All the sisters are looking around, confused. One of them points to the jacket.
My face heats up like a furnace. “Jude!”
Jude grins. “Whoops!” then pats around in his coat. But he has to juggle both of our coats, and they’re all over the place.
“Jude, we have to make it stop!” I hiss, my heart pounding in my ears. There could not be a worse place for a vibrator to go off. Not in the whole world.
I grab my coat from him trying to help, but in doing so I jostle his upside down, and just then a purple silicone lump drops to the floor, bouncing as it buzzes at a seemingly deafening volume.
I think I’m going to barf. The only saving grace is it’s one of those rosebud-looking things, and not a giant dildo. Because I would not put accidentally bringing a giant dildo into a house of God past Jude Kelly.
I go to grab it, but it bounces under one of the beds.
“Let me,” Jude says, dropping to his knee and reaching under the bed. Several of the nuns skip sideways, giggling to get out of his way.
I’m standing there, mortified, my hands over my mouth, but realize none of them know what the thing is.
Except that one nun…the uptight-looking one who asked if we were married. Her face is aghast, her jaw tight and eyes wide. I meet her eye and she quickly looks away.
I’m almost doubly embarrassed by this, not just for me but for her, too.
“Got it!” Jude proclaims finally, holding the thing up like a trophy, still buzzing wildly.
I grab it from him, switching it off. “Okay! Well, thank you so much again!” I say. I feign a big yawn, and thankfully, Sister Carolina takes the hint, smiling innocently. She speaks in German to the rest of them and they all titter and wave and shuffle out of the room.
Carolina lets us know where the bathroom is before closing the door behind us, leaving Jude and me alone in the room.
“I am going tokillyou!” I exclaim, letting out a pressure-relieving laugh.
Jude grins, flopping down on the bed behind him. “Will you fuck me first?”
I gasp, my eyes going to the crucifix. “Jude!” I whisper.
He grins wickedly. “It’s fine. I’m a priest, remember?”
CHAPTER29
Nora
Itry. I really try to get us to sleep in separate beds and go to sleep like a good little girl and boy. But when Jude strips down to his shorts and tosses me his T-shirt, I’m already going gooey at the sight of his long, lean form lying sideways on the narrow bed, his poor feet hanging off the end.
