Page 227 of Heart So Hollow

I just stare at Evie, because she knows me, and she’s right. And fuck Bowen.

I’m standing here trying to convince her why she shouldn’t give him the time of day, and it’s because of what happened two months ago in the pole building right behind his car. And I can’t say shit because it would mean I’d have to tell her about the last real conversation I had with Bowen, when I was sitting on a rodent-infested couch behind a back hoe getting my dick sucked by some girl from Hellbranch.

???

Everyone else is at the other end of the building with three coolers worth of beer and a few handles of whiskey. Any suspicious noises are easily drowned out by the bass pumping through the speakers on the workbench and the distant hum of a snowmobile somewhere out in the fields. Out of nowhere, a tall girl with dark hair appears from behind the John Deere back hoe with Bowen on her heels.

When she sees me, she immediately freezes in surprise and raises her hands apologetically before turning around. But instead of leaving, Bowen blocks her path and nods to the couch.

She glances between us with apprehension, but Bowen steps past her with indifference, “Col doesn’t mind.”

The blonde Hellbranch girl between my knees startles and her eyes go wide. But before she can lift her head too high, I grasp the back of her neck and push her back down, massaging the center of her shoulders until she relaxes again.

Bowen collapses onto the tattered cushion next to me, so close that his arm bumps mine. I don’t know why he’s over here, it’s more commonplace for him to bend a girl—or two—over a folding table and fuck her in front of 15 people holding Solo cups. He likes to be center stage.

He peers into my lap, “Well, she’s just as cute as a button,” he comments before swinging one arm behind his head and beckoning for the tall girl.

She looks slightly unnerved at first, but complies, stepping up to the couch and sinking down in front of him. She must not know Bowen very well. But she doesn’t waste any time in tearing open his jeans and going at his dick like it’s a goddamn Rocket Pop.

Once she gets to work, Bowen turns to me, “Is Evie here?”

Are you fucking kidding me right now?

Bro seriously has zero chill.

“No,” I mumble, sucking in a breath as Hellbranch Girl slowly deep throats me.

“She was talking about Evanescence the other day,” he stares down at Tall Girl as she runs her tongue up his dick and closes her mouth around his tip, “that’s her favorite band, right?” It doesn’t seem to bother him when I don’t respond. “They’ll be here this summer, do you think I should take her?”

At that, Tall Girl glances up at Bowen. He catches the affront in her eyes and pushes her face back down. She clearly doesn’t know him if she thinks any of this involves feelings or will continue past tonight. I just try to ignore him, watching Hellbranch Girl as she wags her tongue back and forth under my shaft.

I run my fingers through her wavy hair, “You like taking me deep?” She looks up at me with her blue eyes, rimmed with sharp black liner, and moans in response. “You going to be nice and swallow because you’re my little fuck doll tonight?” She nods, eager to please. “Yeah, you are,” I smirk.

I suddenly realize Bowen’s staring at the side of my head like he’s waiting for a response.

I glare at him in my periphery, “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Evie—” he breathes, letting his head fall back and closing his eyes, “should I take her to Evanescence?”

Shut the hell up about Evanescence. I don’t fucking care about Evanescence.

“No,” I mumble, staring down at Hellbranch Girl while she swirls her tongue around my tip.

“Why not?” Bowen lifts his head, taken aback, “Are you already taking her?”

“Jesus Christ…” I mutter, starting to lose my patience.

“It’s not like that, Col. Evie’s not like these two,” he nods down to the girls at our feet, “she’s next level. She’s 10 times the effort, but I bet she’ll make you see God once you make the cut.”

I swear to God, if he wrecks my night…

But before I can even open my mouth, Tall Girl pauses and lifts her head, seething with anger. I roll my head back and close my eyes, trying to block out everything except Hellbranch Girl bobbing up and down on my dick, seemingly oblivious to Bowen’s commentary. Either she doesn’t care because I’m not the one dunking on her or she doesn’t have the audacity to stand up to Bowen.

“Say something,” Bowen challenges, glaring down at Tall Girl, “then you can swallow my kids and I’ll find another cunt out there that needs a good fucking.”

She glares at him for another moment, then slowly lowers her head and decides she’d rather stick around and take her chances. Granted, with the look he has in his eyes, she better like getting hate-fucked.

“I got your back, Col,” Bowen continues, “I take care of Evie when you’re not around—make sure she’s safe, that no one fucks with her, because things are different, now,” he turns and looks at my profile, “she wants my attention.”

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