Wren, Pete, and Jamieson erupt in laughter.
“It’s not my fault he tossed me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carted me off to the chapel,” I gripe defensively, pleading my case. “He forced me into the pastor’s chair and told me to spread my legs.”
“You could’ve said no,” Wren states matter-of-factly.
“I did!” I throw my hands up. “He wouldn’t take no for an answer. I’m telling you, the man is a certifiable alpha asshole.”
“Did the certifiable alpha asshole give you multiple orgasms?” Carla asks, waggling her perfectly waxed eyebrows.
“That’s not the point, Carla,” I snap.
“Yeah, he did.” She grins, answering her own question. “How many?”
“Why didn’t you yell for help?” Wren chimes in again, a frown wrinkling her forehead. “There were plenty of people around.”
Carla folds her arms under her perky breasts, a smug expression on her oval face. “Yeah, why didn’t you?”
“I… because…” I don’t have an answer that makes sense.Because you wanted him to fuck you,my subconsciousness whispers.
“Two Wilders down, one more to go.” Carla whistles low, nudging her shoulder against mine. “Damn girl, you work fast.”
Pete peers back at me from the front passenger seat. “You’re lucky you weren’t caught.”
“God, I know.” I blow out a breath. “That would’ve been disastrous on so many levels.”
“I don’t think you should be usinghisname right now,” Carla remarks. “He’s probably really pissed at you.”
I roll my eyes. “Shut up, Carla.”
“Why not date them all?” Jamieson queries, turning left at the light. “This is the twenty-first century. Polyamory is in.”
“I can’t date two brothers and a cousin,” I shriek, my voice rising a few octaves. “It’s just not right and they’re my next-door neighbors. It’ll be awkward if things go south.”
I could still move, which was my initial plan, but Ridgemont is a small town. I’m bound to run into them on occasion.
“I say let your hair down and have a little fun,” Wren comments, surprising me. She’s supposed to be the levelheaded friend. “You’re already fucking them, anyway.”
“I haven’t fucked Emmett and I’m not going to,” I announce with conviction. “I’m staying away from those roughnecks.”
“Uh-huh,” Carla grunts. “Whatever you say.”
I release a long sigh and stare out of the window. Conversation resumes, but I don’t hear what’s being said. My mind is on yesterday’s events, specifically Shepard’s proclamation.
We’re going to keep you forever, Sweet Peach… Take turns spoiling you…
I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head. I can’t take his promises to heart. It was just sex talk, words spoken in the heat of the moment. I’m a sensible woman.Sometimes. Nonetheless, the Wilder men live rent free in my head now, but I know it’s just the love hormone playing tricks on me.
After sullying the chapel, I told Martha I wasn’t feeling well and got the hell out of dodge. I caught a glimpse of Shepard as I was leaving the church and he was spitting mad. Fortunately, he was busy serving and couldn’t follow me out. I raced home, washed the sin from my body, then spent the evening in front of the television with my fur baby. Shepard didn’t come kicking down my door like I feared he would. At least my garage door is working now, making hiding from them easier.
“Look at the line!” Wren exclaims, drawing my attention. “It’s wrapped around the corner!”
“Great,” Carla grumbles. “It’s going to take us forever to get inside.”
We’re in Brightwood, the bustling city I fled a little over two months ago. It’s an hour and a half drive from our small slice of heaven. I’m nervous about being back here, though the chances of running into my ex-fiancé are slim. Carla is still celebrating her newfound freedom and persuaded us to make the trip to Twilight, a popular nightclub located downtown. Lounges are more my speed so I’ve never been.
“Hopefully, it’s moving fast,” I say.
“Doesn’t look like it,” Carla whines. “I’m ready to shake a tail feather and get my drink on.”
