Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 155798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 779(@200wpm)___ 623(@250wpm)___ 519(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 779(@200wpm)___ 623(@250wpm)___ 519(@300wpm)
Dinner.
I forgot. And we’d be late if we didn’t get going. “Yes. We’re running a little behind.”
Billie’s eyes bulged out, and she paled, realizing who was on the phone. She scrambled away from me, squealing, and raced into the bedroom.
She sounded suspicious. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes. I—yes.” I reached into the shower, turned it off, then headed into the laundry room. Billie was frantic, trying to get dressed as she yanked a shirt whose back was now on her front. She cursed as I kept going and reached for the dryer. I pulled out some clothes and tugging them on until I realized we’d both have to shower. Or I’d need to shower. I tossed the clothes aside, and leaned against the machine. Still buck naked. My dick was hanging out. “Billie and I lost track of time. I—”
“Yes.” There was an odd ring to her voice.
I frowned, trying to place it. “Yes?”
“I was calling to make sure you’re still coming. It’s important.”
I straightened, growing more alert. Something was going on, something real. Something that concerned Vicky. “We’ll be out the door in ten minutes. I apologize again, Mrs. Mitchell.”
“It’s Vicky, and that’s okay. Just, just come, and tell her not to be alarmed when you come down the driveway. No one’s hurt. They’re just here as a precaution.”
“A precaution?”
She ended the call.
“What was that about?”
Billie was in the doorway, her shirt still on backwards. Her hair was a mess and her lips were swollen. She was naked from the waist down, and I got distracted for a minute.
Like, a full minute.
“Brett?”
Her pussy, her very sweet, sweet pussy, how I’d just about had her clenched around me—my dick was at full attention and getting harder by the second. I bit back a groan.
“Wha—” Billie started laughing.
It was a little worrisome how that sound from her made me want to move mountains to keep her from whatever had her mom worried. But I sighed, knowing this was probably something we needed to tackle sooner than later, whatever it was.
Still, though, I went and lifted her up.
“Brett.” She laughed again, her voice a little breathless.
She wrapped her arms around me and wound her legs around my waist.
My hand fell to her ass, cupping her, holding her up that way as I went back into the bathroom and opened the shower door.
“What? No. Not again. We have to go.”
I turned the shower on, set her on her feet, and rubbed a hand down her arm. “I can’t speak for you, but I didn’t shower after practice. At least one of us needs to get clean before heading out there.”
“Wha—”
I tested the water. It was warm, so I stepped inside.
She squealed, shoving off me and jumping back.
She stood on the other side of the door, dumbfounded.
“In or out, Billie.” I held both of my hands up. “I’ll behave. I promise.”
Something was going on that waited for us when we got to the farm, and a part of me wanted to stall. I wanted to prolong the time before Billie would have to face whatever it was, just for a little bit.
Her eyes darkened, and she toyed with her bottom lip, her hand playing with the bottom of her shirt. She groaned, then whisked it off and stepped inside with me.
We were going to be a little bit more late.
Good.
28
BILLIE
There was a squad car at Vicky and Howard’s house when we arrived.
My heart dropped.
Brett held my hand, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles.
“Why’s a cop here?” I asked, but I knew Brett couldn’t answer. I wanted to think it was Travis, that he was here for a surprise party and hadn’t hidden his car well enough. That wasn’t true, though. Travis was a detective. He wouldn’t be arriving in a squad car.
We pulled in, and the front door opened as I rounded Brett’s truck.
Vicky came out first, followed by their lawyer. I stopped in my tracks. What was she doing here?
Brett was behind me. I wanted to step back, lean all my weight on him, knowing he would hold me up, but I couldn’t. Whatever this was, it was the beginning of the universe taking away all the good in my life. I knew it. I felt it.
Me being with Brett—me letting myself be with Brett—had tipped the scales.
It was too much good. I wasn’t allowed too much good.
I started to tremble, and Brett’s hand came to the small of my back. That touch centered me, and I drew in a breath.
“Willow.” Their lawyer was a woman, with dark red hair that looked like burnt amber. I’d always been jealous. She was so beautiful. Pale, but clear skin with a light smattering of freckles. Green eyes. She wasn’t a petite woman. She had big bones and some weight on her, but it worked for her. Towering over me by a couple inches, she wore a business skirt and silk top that matched the color of her skin. She was one of those women who knew how to exude power and use her sensuality as a weapon.