Page 15 of Cowboy Triplets Next Door

The door cracked open again and out flew two tiny pieces of lace. Her lingerie from the night before. “Throw those away. They’re trash now. I’ll buy more for the next man I have sex with.”

I snatched the lace off the ground and shoved both pieces into my pocket. My blood was thumping through my veins hard enough that I couldn’t hear much over it roaring in my ears. I wanted to kick her door in and demand she listen to me. I didn’t have a fucking clue what I’d say, but she needed to listen, nonetheless. She had no right to be angry at us. I was angry at her. She’d tricked me into taking her virginity in a brutal way and I wanted to bend her over and spank her for it.

I stopped walking and shook my head. No. I didn’t want to spank her. I wanted to lecture her. I wanted to shove the little panties in her mouth so she’d be quiet for more than two seconds and then I wanted to teach her… Nope. I shook my head harder. I had to stop thinking sexual thoughts about her.

“That went well.” Keaton sighed. “I thought I’d get to hang out for a bit at least. After all, I brought her a puppy.”

We all spun around as her door opened. She walked out in jeans I’d never seen her in before, I knew because of the way they hugged her ass, and a flannel over what looked like a tiny tank top. It was amazing how much seeing her naked had made her clothes sexier. She had the puppy in her arms and a smile on her face until she looked at us.

“I’m taking the day off.” She was walking with a slight limp. I could tell she was trying to hide it but it was there, the evidence I’d hurt her.

Keaton hurried to walk beside her and I followed because I was a glutton for punishment. He fell into step with her. “Do you have a name for him yet?”

Billie’s short blonde hair blew in the breeze and I caught a whiff of her sweet scent. “His name is Turtle. We’re going to buy him food and toys.”

Owen snorted. “Turtle?”

“Yeah. If you look at him and the way his head is coming out of all that extra skin, he looks like a turtle…or a penis.” Billie cut her eyes at me. “Or a dick. Dick.”

I growled. “You know we were all there last night, right? Am I just the lucky one you chose to hate?”

She covered Turtle’s ears and glared up at me, going toe-to-toe with a man three times her size. “You’re the one who screamed and cried like a little baby. Dick.”

Keaton gazed at her like she was a fucking art installation. “Turtle’s a great name.”

Owen pitched his voice higher to mimic him. “Turtle’s a great name.”

“I want all three of you to go away. Nothing happened. I’m still a virgin and you’re all still men I’d rather push off a cliff than hang out with. We have nothing to talk about.”

I couldn’t shut my mouth. “You’re definitely not a virgin anymore, baby, not after getting speared by my dick last night. Owen still has the blood on his sheets to prove it.”

Her face turned a deep crimson and she looked like she wanted to knock me out. Her small hand was balled into a fist at her side and I thought she would actually hit me until the puppy whimpered. She instantly calmed down and turned away from me. “Leave me alone, Gray. I have more important things to deal with. Plus, did you not hear me? I’m taking the day off. That means you no longer own my time.”

The three of us stopped and watched as she got into the beat-up old truck she drove and pulled away. I looked over at Owen and then at Keaton. “What the hell was that?”

Keaton grinned. “I don’t know but am I the only one as hard as steel right now?”

Owen grunted. “Nope.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Let’s just go to work. Jesus.”

CHAPTER 14

Billie

I stared at Turtle as he stared at the new dog bed I’d bought him. “Go on. That’s where you sleep. The dog guy says if you sleep in my bed with me that you won’t know I’m the boss.”

He sat heavily on his butt and huffed. It was as clear of a communication as any I’d ever received. No way.

“I’ll get you in that dog bed. Just wait.” I went to the kitchen and grabbed one of the new treats he loved so much. By the time I got back to my bedroom, though, he was curled up on my pillow with his eyes closed. “You are not already asleep.”

One of his eyes opened and when he saw me, it snapped shut again. I couldn’t help but laugh. He was a con artist already.

“Fine. You can sleep with me but if I ever get a date, you’re going to have to at least go to the foot of the bed. Got me?” I watched in amazement as he stood up, wagging his tail, and walked over to get his treat. “You can have it after you go potty. Come on. Let’s go outside.”

I saw my mistake the second I opened my front door and stepped out. The Hellstone triplets were on their balcony, their faces turned in my direction. I groaned and crossed my arms over my chest as I watched them stand up and start down the stairs toward me.

“Hurry up and do your business, Turtle.” I turned my back towards the main house, and them, and mentally begged Turtle to not live up to his name.

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