Page 34 of Deliverance

“How the fuck am I supposed to calm down? This is disturbing.”

Maggie’s eyebrows knit together as she looks at him.

“Weren’t you begging me to fuck a girl in front of you just yesterday?”

“Yeah, a girl. Not my sister. Now when I think about you with anyone, it’s gonna be her, and that’s…” He trails off, his face ashen like he’s going to puke.

Rolling my eyes, I shake my head as I grab a tissue and wipe my mouth.

“Grow up, Bradley. I’m a grown woman. I can hook up with whoever I want.”

“Yeah? Is that what you’re gonna tell dad when he finds out?” he asks with a raised brow.

Fear twists inside me as I turn to threaten him, but Maggie beats me to the punch.

“Speak a word to anyone and I’ll have you locked up for possession so fast it’ll make your head spin.”

He looks caught off guard before rolling his eyes. “I wouldn’t tell anyone, and you can’t bust me for possession. Weed is legal.”

“But cocaine is not,” Maggie says. “I saw four eight balls in your backpack just yesterday. If I’m correct, I think that’s enough to get you with intent to distribute.”

A thunderous look passes across his face.

“Fine, fuck. Jesus, I won’t tell anyone about your little lesbian affair,” he says as he shakes his head and slips out the door.

When he does, Maggie turns to me, cupping my face, her eyes heavy with concern.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Why?”

She shrugs. “Well, someone knows. I know you weren’t at all ready for that, nor did you want it. It’s okay to be upset.”

I shrug my shoulders. “It’s just Brad. He would never hurt me. He was just giving us shit.”

Maggie nods as she runs her fingers through my hair.

“I’m sure, but if he tries to take you down, I’m taking him down, too.”

I tilt my head to the side curiously.

“Why? Why are you so protective over me? Over keeping this a secret?”

“Because I want you safe,” she says, as if it were just that simple, before placing a quick kiss on my lips and slipping out the door.

My head is left reeling as I stare into the mirror wondering why my stomach flipped and my heart seized in my chest at her words.

Chapter Twelve

Maggie

As soon we step out of the bathroom, Harry is there, asking Bridgette to join him in his office. We both tensed up as she gave him a shaky nod and rigidly followed him down the hall. Nerves have been twisting inside me for the last hour she’s been in there. They didn’t hear us, right? Brad wouldn’t have said anything. Especially that fast? There is no way. It was stupid of us to do it right there, right then. Though I can’t deny, the anticipation of getting caught…under the table and in the bathroom was just too tempting.

Fuck.

My eyes dart to the hallway for the twentieth time in the last ten minutes. I don’t hear yelling, so that’s good, I guess. Harry Brenton definitely seems like the type of man who would be yelling if he knew his daughter was just eating her stepsister’s pussy.

Shit, will that ever not sound hot?