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.
“Were you going to let him inside this sweet little pussy, B? Were you? Were you going to spread your legs and let him fuck you with his tiny dick?” He pumped his finger deep with each word he said next. “Never. Going. To. Fucking. Happen.”
I cried out as I felt my orgasm already beginning. He wasn’t even touching my clit and I was already lost.
“Come on my finger like you’re never going to come on his dick, B.” Owen growled the words at me. “That’s right. You come on me, B. Me.”
My body was hungry for his commands and it came for him just like that. My arms gave out and I slipped forward until my chest and cheek rested on the bed but my ass was still in the air. I started to move but Owen wasn’t done with me. He grabbed my thighs and spread them open wider so he could bury his face in my core. I screamed his name as his lips closed over my clit and he sucked hard enough to make my vision darken.
I came hard again in just seconds and fully collapsed on the bed in front of him. I waited to feel where he would touch me next but when that sensation didn’t come, I looked back at him and saw him backing away.
“What are you doing?”
He turned still sharp eyes on me. “I’m going. You needed to come and you came. Now I’m going to do the right thing and leave.”
I sat up fast enough that Owen didn’t have time to process what I was doing as I launched a pillow at his head. “You asshole!”
He grunted as the pillow hit him. “Bumble B.”
“You prick!” I grabbed another pillow and chucked it at him, too. “Get out of my house! You’re still acting like my virtue matters? I’m just going to call Brad back and have him fuck me the way I need, since you can’t do the job.”
Owen stood perfectly still. “Billie. Stop talking.”
I got out of the bed and kicked my pants the rest of the way off. “Get out of my way. I’m going to call him back here.”
When I tried to move past him, he caught me around my waist and wouldn’t let me go. “Go to bed, B. You came twice. Let it be enough.”
I shoved at his arm wrapped around me. “I am sick of coming without a dick in me. I want the real thing and I’m going to get it. If you’d just let me go so I can call Brad back!”
He picked me up and threw me on the bed again. “No. You’re not calling that asshole back here.”
“Then I’ll call someone else. I’ve had guys offer before, Owen. How do you think I got so good at controlling my gag reflex? I’ll just call one of them. Or maybe I’ll just go out and find someone, the first guy I see maybe!” I was full on losing it to my anger but I couldn’t shut up. I jumped off the bed and tried to go around Owen again but he just caught me and tossed me right back.
“Stop talking, B!” He breathed heavily through his nose and shook his head at me. “You’re poking the bear right now.”
I came up on my knees and yanked my shirt over my head. “Good. I want to. Maybe the bear will poke back.”
“Goddammit, Billie! You’re too young for us.”
I laughed. “Go home, coward. I want a man who isn’t scared to take what he wants.”
I could see I’d pushed him too far the moment it happened. His eyes went from frustrated and angry to predatory in a blink. He ripped his shirt over his head and pointed at the floor in front of his feet.
“On your knees right now.” When I didn’t move right away, he raised his voice. “Now!”
With my heart in my throat, I knelt in front of him. “I’m offering you everything, Owen. Please don’t turn me down again.”