Page 39 of Cowboy Triplets Next Door

Gray looked wild as he ran his eyes up and down my body. “Where is he?”

Joanie leaned into me. “Should we call someone?”

I glared up at Gray. “Maybe. It depends on how long it takes these jerks to get out.”

Owen rushed into my room as Keaton went through the living room and kitchen. “He’s gone. The coward snuck out the window.”

Gray grabbed the front of my shirt and tugged me forward. “We need to talk.”

Joanie grabbed the back of my shirt and hissed at him. “What’s your problem?”

I grabbed the bottom of my shirt to keep it down but with the way they were each tugging at it, it was a lost cause. I felt a breeze on my lady parts and then heard Keaton growl in a way I’d never heard.

“Where are your panties?”

I felt myself turn eighteen shades of red and yanked my shirt back down as soon as Joanie let me go. “Get out!”

Joanie let out a quiet snort. “Sorry about that.”

“Where are your panties, B?” Gray’s quiet voice sent a rush of heat to my core that made me blush even harder.

“This is a private matter, isn’t it?” Joanie shifted so she could look me in the eye and raised her brows. “Are you good here?”

“Of course, she is. We’d never do anything to her. If we get our hands on the little fucker who was just in here, though, he’s a dead man.” Owen crossed his arms over his chest and frowned at me. “You let him spank you?”

“Oh, my god!” I ripped free of the grip Gray still had on my shirt and stomped to the door that was hanging limply off its hinges. Turtle had already snuck out and was in the yard, running in circles as he happily chased his tail. The guys’ shouting didn’t bother him, apparently.

“I’m going back to bed. Just scream if you need me, Billie.” Joanie’s door closing sent a wave of awareness through me. I was alone with them.

Not wanting to wake Joanie up again, I continued out of the house and into the yard. I glanced up and saw the pretty woman was leaning against the balcony railing, watching. I looked away and ran my hands through my hair.

“Was it that Brad asshole again? You let him touch you?” Gray grabbed my arm and pulled me around to face him.

Having the confrontation in front of their new girlfriend, or whoever she was, made it all the more embarrassing. I pushed against his chest to make him let me go but he just held me tighter and closer. “What do you care? Why does it matter if I sleep with Brad, or Ty, or Jamison? Why did you just break down my door like a bunch of lunatics?”

Owen stepped closer. “Did Jamison try something with you?”

I growled. “No! No one has!”

“What we just saw looked like something, Billie.” Keaton had the nerve to look hurt.

“What I saw looked like something, too!” I shoved away from them and spun around to put some space between us. I was breathing hard and I’d said too much. I was showing too many cards but I could feel more verbal diarrhea coming up. “You’re all such fucking hypocrites! Why do you care if I sleep with Brad? You’re sleeping around. Why can’t I?”

Their silence filled me with anxiety and when I turned back around to face them, I inwardly cringed as I saw them each look back and forth at each other in confusion. Gray spoke up first. “What are you talking about?”

I glanced up at the woman on the balcony and crossed my arms under my chest. “Nothing. This is stupid.”

“Vera? You’re talking about Vera?” Owen sounded horrified. “That’s our sister, Billie. Jesus, that’s disgusting.”

I froze. “What?”

Gray pointed at the woman. “Vera Hellstone, our little sister. We were going to introduce you two tomorrow.”

I clung for any foothold to stay on my high horse, but there was nothing. I was falling right on my ass. “Your sister.”

“Yeah, our sister. Is that why you did this? You tried to—”

“I didn’t.” I rushed the words out and rubbed my face, remembering too late I had mascara on. “It wasn’t real.”

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