CHAPTER 13
Gray
My chest tightened at the sight of Billie. Her eyes were bloodshot and she looked fresh out of the shower in just an oversized T-shirt. Her legs and feet were bare, her toes curled over each other, as if she was trying to hide them. She glared up at me and I couldn’t help noticing the way her lips were still slightly swollen from the night before. Just thinking of why they were swollen had my dick swelling in my pants and I cursed it for not listening to my brain. Billie was off limits.
“You okay?” Owen winced when she turned her glare on him.
“I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be fine? Why are you here?” She crossed her arms under her breasts and the bottom of her shirt inched up her thighs. “You never come here, so why are you here now?”
“We should talk.” I hated myself as soon as the words were out of my mouth. I didn’t want to fucking talk. I wanted to run away and pretend like I couldn’t still feel her walls clamping down on my dick.
Thankfully, Billie hated me and thought the idea was stupid. “We should talk? Are you kidding? Get lost. We have nothing to talk about. You’re a non—”
I leaned in slightly, waiting for her to finish insulting me. I was twisted in the head because there was something I liked about having Billie rip me a new one.
“Whose puppy is that? Where did it come from? Why is it so thin?” Billie practically floated closer to Keaton and the puppy. “Whose puppy are you? Huh?”
I frowned at the puppy as it got sweet Billie by just existing. We’d never gotten sweet Billie. “He just showed up at the house this morning.”
She cut her eyes at me, silently suggesting I shut up. “Then he doesn’t belong to anyone?”
Keaton shook his head. “If he does, he shouldn’t. Poor thing hasn’t eaten in a while, going by how he looks.”
Billie took the puppy into her arms and cradled it against her chest. The damn dog burrowed into her tits and let out a happy sigh. Billie’s eyes practically turned into glowing hearts. She slowly backed into her house and then shut the door, closing us out. “I’m keeping him.”
I looked at my brothers and back at the door. “Did she really just take the dog and shut us out? What if we wanted the dog?”
Owen rolled his eyes at me. “We brought an animal within fifty feet of Dr. Dolittle in there. It was hers as soon as we saw it.”
From inside the house Billie shouted. “Go away now!”
I growled at the door. “Open the damn door and talk to us, Bumble B.”
The door cracked open and she stuck her middle finger out at me. “I’m never talking to you again, Gray, so you might as well screw off. Go away. We don’t want you here.”
“We?” I glared at my brothers. “She and the dog are already a we?”
Keaton just grinned. “Come on. We’ll talk to her later.”
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.”