Page 8 of Where We Bloom (The Blackwells of Montana #3)

“Looks like they’re hoping you’ll go over there.” I gesture to Alex in a Vanna White way, and they both nod. “Do it, Alex. For all of womankind, I’m begging you to go have sex with those two men.”

She bites her lip and looks at each of us. “Yeah?”

“Yes,” Dani and Skyla say at the same time.

“But be careful,” Dani adds.

“See you bitches later.”

“Tomorrow, with a full report,” I call out after her as she grabs her purse and saunters over to the men, who smile at her and hold her hands, and then they send me a wink and a smile.

I wave back as if to say, it’s all good. Go have fun, and then sigh in happiness.

“You know I feel good about the fact that I just helped one of my closest friends have some great sex tonight. ”

“We don’t know if it’s great sex yet,” Dani reminds me.

“Look at them,” I reply. “Also, trust me. She’s going to have a lot of fun.”

“Now I’m sad because you’re the only one not getting some this evening, and you look incredible,” Skyla says. We all watch Adam and Gabe surround Alex, and I’m excited for my friend.

Good for her.

“I’ll live. Trust me.”

Just then, Bridger and Beckett stroll inside, looking for their girls.

“We’re taking you home,” Bridger says to his wife, planting a kiss on her lips as his hands dive into her hair at the back of her neck.

I notice Alex leaving, walking between the two men, a huge smile on her face.

“Who has Birdie?” I ask Bridger.

“She ended up going to Holden and Millie’s for a few hours to watch a movie, and it’s not over yet, so I’m here to claim my wife before we pick her up.”

“Come on, Irish,” Beckett says to Skyla, taking her hand and pulling her to her feet. “I have plans for you tonight.”

“I’m so grossed out right now,” I grumble into my drink.

“I’ll take you home,” Bridger offers, but I shake my head.

“I think I’ll have one more, then I can walk home or call a rideshare.” I shrug a shoulder .

“I don’t like leaving you here after you’ve had this much to drink,” Dani says with a scowl. “I’ll stay for a while longer with you, and we can grab a rideshare together. Bridger can meet me at home when Birdie’s done with her movie.”

“No.” I shake my head, but my brothers don’t look convinced. “Honest, I’m fine. You know I can take care of myself. Those brothers of mine taught me how to fight. I can kick some serious ass if I have to.”

“I wouldn’t cross her,” Beckett agrees with a laugh. “But if you need a ride, just call us, Bee. Seriously, it’s not a problem to come back and get you.”

“Yeah, yeah.” I blow them all a kiss as they stand to go, then I take my drink to the bar. I don’t want to sit at that table by myself.

“One more,” I say to Brenda, the bartender. She winks at me as she takes my glass, then grabs a clean one to make me a fresh drink.

She passes it to me, and I lay down some cash, then take a sip, leaning against the bar.

“Hi.”

I turn my head to the right and see a guy smiling shyly. Not at all my type, and I’m absolutely going home alone, but I’m not a rude person.

“Hello.”

“I’m Bill.”

“You’re kidding.” I give a little laugh and sip my drink.

“About my name? No, I’m not kidding.”

“I’m Billie. ”

His smile grows, and he turns on his stool to face me. “Well, isn’t that interesting? Does this mean we have to get married?”

I wrinkle my nose. “Bill and Billie? I don’t know, what’s your last name?”

“Williamson.”

I snort, sending myself into a coughing fit. I have to turn away so I don’t cough in the poor man’s face.

When I turn back around, he’s still grinning at me, and I pick up my drink and take some sips and try to clear my throat.

“You know, Bill, as nice as that offer is, I’m going to have to pass.”

“Just sex, then.”

Ugh, now he’s turning into a creep. What is it with creepy men tonight?

“I don’t really like the idea of crying out my own name in the middle of sex, Bill. It just doesn’t sound like a good time to me.”

“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.”

The room starts to spin even more, and my vision is cloudy. I push my drink away. I guess I went over my limit.

I don’t like this feeling. This out-of-control, dizzy, like I’m going to fall down feeling. Why didn’t I leave with the others?

“Are you okay?” Bill asks, sounding truly concerned.

“Fine. I’m going to call a ride.”

I pull my phone out of my purse, but he puts his hand over mine, and it falls from my fingers to the bar, as if I can’t control my fingers to hold on to it.

“Shit.”

“I’ll give you a ride, baby.”

“No thanks. Don’t call me baby.” My words are slurred. Jesus, I only had a few sips of that drink. I shouldn’t be this out of it.

“Come on, baby , let’s get you outside in the fresh air.”

“Don’t want to.”

“Sure, you do. The air will feel good.” He wraps his arm around my waist to keep me up because my knees want to buckle. He pulls me against him and plants his lips on my temple. Gross.

No, I don’t want to go with you. Why am I going outside with Bill? Why do I feel so dizzy?

Fight him off, Bee. You know how to— and it hits me.

“You … you drugged me.”

“Don’t say it like that.” He pushes us through the crowd of people and out the door. Why isn’t anyone stopping him? “You already wanted it. I just gave you a nudge.”

“Said no.” God, I hate how faint my voice is. How loose and out of my control my body feels. I should be able to kick this fucker’s ass, but I can’t even make my feet work right.

“Look at this dress, Billie. You’re practically begging for my cock.

Don’t worry, I’m going to give it to you.

I’m going to give it to you so good, you’ll want more.

I’m going to fuck your throat, your pussy, and your ass before the night is through.

You’ll be soaking in my cum, and begging for more, like the good little slut you are. ”

I shake my head. So dizzy. No. No. This can’t be happening. I’m pushed against the side of a truck. He has his hand up my dress, and his mouth on me, and I want to throw up.

Stop. Please fucking stop.

Suddenly, I’m falling to the ground, and he’s gone, and I sink down to the concrete.

Oh God.