Jesus Christ. Of course, Stone would think that.

He has a jealous streak about a mile long.

“No,” I defend. “There was an open seat next to him on the bench when I went to eat lunch at the lake yesterday and I asked if I could sit down.”

I don’t know what to make of his expression, but it’s not a pleasant one. “Well, if that’s the case, I don’t want you eating lunch by yourself anymore.”

It’s all I can do not to roll my eyes. “You’re kidding, right?”

I’m nineteen for crying out loud. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself which means I’m allowed to eat lunch with whoever I damn well please.

He points to his face. “Do I look like I’m kidding?” He must sense my irritation because his expression softens. “I’m not trying to be an asshole here, Bianca, but put yourself in my position. This guy not only killed an innocent girl, he almost killed you and you expect me not to be concerned for your safety?”

I get what he’s saying, but I’m too hung up on what else he said. “You knew Oakley was driving the car when we got into the accident?”

Frustrated, he drags a hand through his hair. “Yeah, for about two whole hours now.”

Oh.

“I guess Cole must have told you?”

He nods. “I wish your brothers brought me in the loop earlier, but I get why they kept it a secret from you.” Rage twists his features. “You were better off not remembering that piece of shit.”

A mixture of anger and annoyance rolls through me.

“Let me get this straight. You think it’s okay that they kept something this important from me?”

Because I don’t.

He blows out a heavy breath. “Yeah…maybe. I don’t know, Bourne.” He shrugs. “I think they were in a difficult situation and they did what they thought was right, you know?”

I guess…but it still doesn’t sit well with me.

“I know you’re upset, but try to look at the positive.” Bringing my hand to his lips, he kisses the spot above my engagement ring. “If all that bad shit didn’t happen…we might not have found each other.” Tipping my chin, he kisses me softly. “But we did.”

My phone rings, but I make no move to pick it up because Stone’s tongue slips past my parted lips.

My body sags against him and I soak up every second of his kiss. It’s been so long since we’ve had time to be together and I miss it.

He chuckles softly against my lips when my phone rings again. “You gonna answer that?”

Past…

“You gonna answer that?” Hayley asks as my phone rings for what feels like the millionth time in the last four hours.

I hold down the button until Jace’s name disappears and the screen goes black. “Nope.”

We’re currently sitting on the hood of her car facing some gigantic hiking trail on the outskirts of a forest.

I’ve never been here before, but Zack said it was a chill place to hang and get wasted.

Not that I ever get wasted. Not only did I lose my mom in the car accident, I lost a functioning kidney.

Which means I don’t mess with alcohol.

Zack, who’s standing in front of us, takes a hit off the joint he’s holding. “I still don’t understand what the deal is. That car is sweet. I’d be kissing my dad’s ass if he ever bought me a Mercedes.”

I’ve only known him a few hours, but already I hate him.

Annoying prick.

“Her mom died in a car accident when she was a kid,” Hayley tells him, as if that explains everything.

It doesn’t. Not even close.

Nodding sympathetically, Zack gives my knee a squeeze.

Fortunately, Hayley had a denim mini skirt in her trunk along with a spare pair of flip-flops, so I slipped that on over my bathing suit.

I glare down at the hand that’s still squeezing my knee. “You want to lose that hand?”

He doesn’t look at all put off. “Come on. Don’t be shy, beautiful. Hayley already told me the deal.”

Slowly, his hand creeps up my thigh.

Crossing my legs, I lock his hand in place. “Care to enlighten me?”

Smirking, he says, “That you two like to mess around and—”

“Zack?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m gonna need you to shut up and do something more productive with your mouth.” I take the whiskey bottle Hayley’s holding. “Now.”

His eyes turn hooded. “Spread your legs, sexy.”

“Hard pass.” I look at Hayley. “But how about you lick her snatch…while I watch.”

Zack isn’t half as dumb as he looks because he doesn’t protest.

Shifting on her hood, Hayley tugs down her panties. “Finally.”

I watch as Zack’s head disappears between her legs. He’s eager to please, but the look on Hayley’s face tells me he’s not doing a very good job of it.

There was one time a guy—I think his name was DeShawn—made her come in under three minutes.

It looked like so much fun I had him test his oral skills out on me next.

Totally worth it.

But that was the one and only time I let one of our guys touch me. Usually, I just sit back and watch them screw Hayley.

But I’m not in the mood for any of that tonight.

I eye the half bottle of Jack Daniels in my hand.

I’ve never gotten drunk before but with the events that unfolded today, I’m thinking now might be a good time to try it.

“That’s it. Right there.” Hayley groans in frustration. “No. To the left.”

I stifle a laugh. “Maybe he needs a little incentive.”

“The other left,” Hayley all but whimpers.

Damn. This is pitiful.

“Make her come like a good boy and I’ll show you my pussy.” Winking, I look at Hayley. “And make her kiss it.”

That seems to do the trick because Zack goes at her like a champ.

Moments later she’s crying into the night sky and shaking so hard the entire car vibrates.

Zack’s hazy eyes zero in on me. “Your turn.”

I start to spread my legs but pause. “Is your dick hard?”

He grabs the outline of his unimpressive erection through his pants. “Hell yeah it is.”

“Show me.”

He unzips his pants, revealing a long and very skinny dick.

Reaching down, I move my bathing suit to the side, baring myself. “Like what you see?”

He licks his lips. “You gonna let me hit that?”

“Nope.” Reaching over, I grab the back of Hayley’s head. “This isn’t for you.” I bite my lip as she plants a soft kiss on my clit. “Just her.”

Hayley likes it when I make her feel special.

Zack looks like he’s going to pass out. “Man, that’s so fucking hot. You gonna give me a taste?”

I quickly fix my bathing suit and push Hayley’s head away. Show’s over. “Not in this lifetime.”

He’s visibly insulted. “Why are you being such a fucking tease?”

“Because I have something called standards.” I take a swig of the bottle and cough because it burns going down. “Now fuck my friend before we leave you and your pencil dick out in these woods.”