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I lean into his lips and kiss him deeply, breathing him in. “She’s getting a settlement fromFantasy Driver.Five million dollars.”

“Oh shit.” He laughs under his breath and closes the truck door as he makes his way around to the driver’s side. “So, I’m assuming you kept your payout then?”

I nod. “I still feel a little guilty about it, but the guy was going to do the same thing to me. I mean, he was at Moose’s house, and he’d been showing her videos of me. I feel so stupid, Owen.” Tears stream down my face in quick succession. “If you hadn’t kidnapped me, I’d have been right there in that shed with April.”

“You’re not stupid, Birdie. You were doing what you thought you had to do. You couldn’t have known it would turn into this.” He snuggles me close as he pulls out of the driveway and heads toward the main road. “You’re safe now. I promise.”

It’s hard to give myself permission to feel bad when April had it so much worse, but there’s something terrifyingly eye opening about a brush with something so dark.

I lean against Owen’s shoulder and close my eyes as the weight of the morning catches up to me. His arm shifts and wraps around me as I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. I’ve sat in the passenger seat beside him hundreds oftimes before, but never like this. Never so close, never so warm, never so safe.

The world outside blurs in streaks of lines and shadows as we wind around the mountain back toward the farmhouse where our family waits. I know I should stay awake and keep him company, but my eyelids are heavy, and here, in this small, quiet space with only the sound of his heartbeat, I feel at peace. After all this, peace feels pretty damn good.

Chapter Sixteen

Rosie

I don’t remember falling asleep in the truck or being carried into the house, but I must have been because it’s nearly dark and I’m back in my bed again, though this time, I haven’t awoken to any terrible dreams. In fact, I’m really well rested, and there’s some kind of tranquility in my chest that hadn’t been there before. Maybe it’s the talk I had with April, or the peace I found on Owen’s chest as he drove me home. Who knows? Either way, I’m feeling more like myself.

Rolling toward my phone, I check the clock. It’s almost six. Ugh, I can’t believe I slept that long. Clearly, my body is recovering from all the stress.

“You’re up.” Owen crawls into bed beside me, nuzzling the back of my neck. “I was starting to worry. You sleep any better?”

I nod and snuggle back into his touch. “Yeah, don’t remember a single dream. What have you guys been up to?”

He breathes hot air against the back of my neck, sending a chill down my spine. “We hung around, played cards, listened for you. I think you’re gonna have trouble sleeping tonight unless we get up and do something active for a while.”

A wide grin lifts onto my face. “Active?Hmm… I could think of some active things we could all do.”

“I heard that, and I’m down.” Hawk crawls in on the opposite side of me, peppering kisses against my shoulder as Moose leans against the frame of the door with a half-smile.

I’ve thought about this a lot over the last few days. Hell, I’ve been imagining Barbie’s Dreamhouse since I was a little girl, but I never got this far in any of the fantasies.

“So, how does this work?”

“Which part?” Owen rubs my back as he talks.

“The virginity thing. How do we figure out who deflowers me?” A smile widens my face. “Don’t make me decide.”

Owen kisses my neck gently as Hawk leans me back onto the bed. “I want you to feel good. I like… watching. It turns me on. I want to study the look on your face when you get fucked for the first time.”

I swallow hard and sigh as I let an image of Owen watching one of the guys fuck me permeate. For some reason, it feels so wrong to let one of the other guys take me first. I’ve spent so many years with Owen. He’s my best friend. “Owen, you begged me to save my virginity for you.”

“I begged you not to give yourself to a stranger.” He kisses the lobe of my ear. “We’re all taking you tonight. It doesn’t matter who goes first.”

“We done discussing everything,” Moose groans harshly, “because I need you guys up here and this little girl on her knees.” His big hand brushes across his beard and his tone strains deep as his cock drives hard against the zipper of his jeans. I love this about him. The way he demands. The way he orders.

I stand from the bed and stare toward three gorgeous men who all seem to have the same idea.

“Take off your clothes for us, sweetheart. Go slow.” Hawk’s tone is so much sweeter than Moose’s, yet they’re both equally hot. I love knowing I can run into Hawk’s arms with anyproblem, and he’ll make everything right emotionally, I love knowing that Owen will solve every issue with rationality, and I love the way I feel against Moose’s chest. Safe and warm.

Together, they’re everything. Together, I want togivethem everything.

Standing before them, I pull the strap of my sundress down off my shoulder, letting it fall to the ground in one simple push.

“Fuck,” Moose growls. “Keep going.”

I unclasp my bra and tug my panties down, staring at the men with more confidence than I’ve ever had in my life. I’m not sure where it’s coming from. I didn’t change my body, and I’m still wishing I looked a lot different, but somehow, when I’m standing in front of these men, I feel gorgeous.

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