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Eve took the bottle and giggled. “I won’t lie. I always expected a call from one of you while I was away saying that you were together.”

“I must’ve been such a fool back then, chasing you around. Everyone knew, didn’t they?” I leaned back in the seat and laughed. “God, I needed this tonight. I don’t laugh enough anymore.”

“Same.” Eve reached over and squeezed my hand. “Let’s change that.”

“I had a massive thing for you, too, Billie.” Brad admitted quietly, like he’d been mulling over the words and hadn’t fully committed to saying them out loud. “Your dad threatened me away from you on more than one occasion.”

Eve gasped and clapped her hands together, startling Turtle. “I knew it.”

I was floored, mainly at hearing my dad had threatened him away. “You’re serious?”

“Yeah. That was why I left in the end. Your dad fired me. You’d just turned eighteen and your dad caught me trying to sneak into your room. He almost shot me.” Brad rolled his eyes and shrugged. “Can’t say I wouldn’t have reacted the same way if I saw someone trying to crawl into my imaginary daughter’s window.”

“You tried to sneak into my window?” I snorted, thinking of how much earlier I could’ve lost my virginity if Dad hadn’t caught him. “Damn. You would’ve made eighteen-year-old Billie’s life.”

With a heated look, Brad held the bottle out to me. “There’s still time.”

CHAPTER 18

Billie

I didn’t have a chance to think, much less respond to what Brad said because suddenly there was a furious looking Owen standing on my porch with us. I stood up, so shocked to see him that my body went into flight mode like there was something wrong. “Owen?”

He glared at Brad with his hands balled into fists at his sides. “She was a kid. How much older than her were you?”

Brad held up his hands as he stood. “Whoa, buddy. Were you listening to us?”

I saw Owen start to move towards Brad and planted myself in front of him with my hands on his chest. “What’s wrong with you?”

He glanced down at me and licked his lips. “Who is this guy? He’s just openly admitting to chasing you as a child, Bumble B. He’s a pervert.”

I gasped. “Owen! What the hell?”

“First of all, man, I never touched her. Second of all, why the fuck are you out here, eavesdropping and acting like a dick?” Brad stepped closer, clearly not caring about his safety because Owen was so much bigger than him. “Maybe you’re the pervert.”

“Okay…” Eve moved in front of Brad and loudly cleared her throat. “I think we should break this party up before someone gets their teeth knocked out. Brad? Drive me home? Please?”

“You just want to leave Billie with this guy?”

“I think it’s either that or you lose your life tonight, buddy. Do you see the size of him? Let’s go.”

I struggled to push Owen off the porch but he just lifted me like I weighed nothing and picked Turtle up with his other arm before stomping into my house and slamming the door closed behind us. I slapped at his back, confused and embarrassed by his behavior. “What is wrong with you, Owen?”

He put Turtle down and then carried me to my bedroom. Dropping me on my bed, he stood over me with fire in his eyes. “Fuck that guy. He was trying to get into your pants.”

I came up on my elbows and glared at him. “Have you ever considered that maybe I wanted him in my pants, you big oaf?! And in case you missed it, I’m trying to get nailed and since you and your brothers are too good to do the honors, I’m moving on!”

He grabbed my ankle and dragged me to the edge of the bed. “He’s not touching you.”

I tried to kick him but he caught my leg and pinned it to the bed. “Someone’s going to! You’re going to have to get over your issues, asshole, because I’m getting laid one way or another.”

Owen flipped me over on the bed and yanked my leggings and panties down. Just before his hand landed on my ass, he growled. “You’re lucky you wore panties for him, Bumble B.”

I grabbed handfuls of my blanket and tried to crawl forward but he reached between my legs and cupped my sex, holding me still with a firm grip while spanking me. “Owen!”

“He’s never touching you. Do you understand?” He stopped spanking me and then I felt him run his tongue over my ass, teasing the overheated skin. “You need to come? I’ll handle it.”

My brain couldn’t keep up. I went from trying to get away from him to pushing my hips back at him. When his grip over my sex shifted and he pushed one of his thick fingers in me, I didn’t want him to stop. I forgot about everything but him.

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