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I shut my mouth because I don’t think it’s a drug in the least. The amount of concrete evidence of marijuana helpingsomany people with ailments pharmaceutical companies can’t touch is outstanding. But there’s a fine line for me. There are the users who use it medicinally—needing to shut their brains down to sleep, gain their appetite back so they can eat, stop the tremors or seizures, assisting children with autism, alleviating chronic pain… it’s endless. But then there are those users who use and abuse it, letting their lives go down the drain while they sit and get stoned in their parent’s basement for the rest of their lives. Each to their own, but I definitely have my own beliefs surrounding the plant.

He finishes what he’s smoking and shoves the contents back into the glove box. We stare out at the mountains together, not saying a word. The car reeks of pot, so I get out to breathe some fresh air. When you’re not smoking the stuff, it smells awful.

Rounding the car, I lean against the hood of Zeke’s BMW and cross my arms over my chest. The chilly nip in the air causes a slew of goosebumps to pepper my flesh. It would have been nice if I didn’t wear next to nothing to meet up with CJ.

“Come here.”

I jump at the sound of Zeke’s voice, completely unaware he joined me. He’s sitting on the empty picnic table in the grassy area, patting the space between his legs on the bench. As enticing as it is to get warm, I know that’s a trap.

His chuckle makes my goosebumps worse. “Don’t be a stubborn girl and get over here. You’ll freeze to death.”

My feet move before my brain can comprehend what’s happening. When I’m close enough, Zeke grabs my shirt and pulls me down between his legs. He opens his zip-up sweatshirt and wraps it around me, pulling me flush against his chest.

I’m shivering for an entirely different reason now. My nerves are rushing through me at an alarming rate, and I think I might throw up. But when his hands find the bare skin between my shorts and tank top, I hold my breath and pinch my knees together.

“Mmm,” he groans out, sending me back into outer space.

I can only imagine what he’d sound like while I ride his cock, sinking all the way down until my pussy convulses. The animalistic sound guys make when I fuck them brings out the animal inme.

“Silky fucking smooth,” he rasps.

“It’s called lotion,” I reply quietly, trying to find the strength in my lungs again.

His chuckle makes me tighten my knees, and when I peer over at him, his gaze flits between mine and he loses his smile. We stare at each other for the longest moment, just memorizing and studying one another. I’ve never been this close to Zeke before. And fuck, he’s gorgeous.

He’s the perfect depiction of The Boy Next Door with his messy brunette hair, sharp jawline, killer smile, and soft gray eyes. And I’ve seen his body during football practice. He’s packing some major muscles under all these clothes.

“I’m not wearing my hat, so don’t look at my hair,” he whispers.

I laugh, nudging him in the chest. “Please. As if anything could make you ugly.”

“Oooh, are you saying I’m hot all the time? Are you flirting with me, Billie?”

With a scoff, I try to move away from him, but he grabs me around the waist and hauls me into his lap. My heart is about to beat out of my fucking chest right now. If I didn’t have high blood pressure before, I definitely do now.

“Punishing you is going to be so much fun,” he says with a grin.

But my brows pinch together as I study him. “Punish me? For what?”

“For breaking rule number one.”

“You can’t be serious, Z. Those rules are bogus, and we haven’t even discussed what happens when I break them. We have a lot to—”

“You talk a lot. Did you know that?”

I seal my lips shut and stare out toward the lake, but Zeke turns my face with a finger on my chin. It’s been a rough day, and I can’t get into another heated conversation with him about anything or I might break.

“Hey,” he whispers.

Goddamn him and his soft, kind eyes. I crack, allowing my bottom lip to tremble as I try to look away from him again. But he’s not having it.

Turning serious, he grabs each side of my face and forces me to look at him. “You’re not going to be alone anymore, Billie. I’ve got you.We’vegot you. You’re our girl now and—”

I scoff again, rolling my eyes. “Yeah? You’ve got me now? Where the fuck were you—or Christian—when our peers completely turned on me? I’ve hadnobody,Zeke!”

I remove myself from his lap and he lets me go without a fight. He stands with me, squaring his shoulders as he looks out to the lake again.

“I’m not fucking proud of standing by letting them all fuck with you. It gutted me to watch you cry. It gutted me to watch them hurt you. I wanted to fucking kill them all.”

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