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“Pleasure to meet you, Molly. I’m Bethany, although the boys call me Ma.”

Hudson came to stand beside me, his expression sheepish.

We chatted briefly. It was uncomfortable, I’m not going to lie. Hudson held his body so stiff. He probably gave it away more than I did. He said something about me being there to collect some school books, which was lame. I had to bite my lip from laughing.

I tried to ignore the other Sawyer boys making childish, rude gestures behind Ma’s back.

Everything was going OK until Phoenix walked out and said, “You want a drink, Molly? You look a little flushed.”

“No thanks, I’m fine.”

I then said my goodbyes, in between bursting into a fit of giggles or breaking down in horror. Hudson walked me to the door.

“Text me when you get home. OK?”

His sweetness was like music to my ears. We’d slept together, although there hadn’t been any sleeping, and he was still nice to me. Part of me was worried that he’d revert to type once he had what he wanted. But no, my instincts were right.

He kissed me on the head, and I left. I felt happy that he kissed me in front of his family.

As I walked down the steps of his porch, the door closed, and I heard Phoenix bellow. “You’re fucking busted man.”

“Language, Nix, this isn’t the guy’s locker room!” Ma boomed.

I had a smile on my face all the way home.

When I got in, my father was fine. He didn’t ask me to go into detail about the bogus movie Harper and I had not seen.

When I got to my room, I messaged Hudson to say I was home.

Have a bath before you go to bed. You will be sore in the morning.

And with the biggest grin, I went to bed that night and slept straight through.

My dreams were all of Hudson, but he was in love with me, and we were together as boyfriend and girlfriend.

Something that unfortunately wasn’t true.

I still slept soundly without any nightmares.

TWENTY

HUDSON

The next couple of days were a mix of euphoric and awkward. After Ma chewed me a new one for sneaking Molly upstairs (especiallyafterthe visit from her father), she grounded my ass. When I was home from school, I spent most of my time in my room, or as Reed called it,the doghouse.

My brothers added to my pain by laughing about me getting caught with my pants down. Not literally, thank fuck.

“Sweet little Molly was very vocal,” Micah had said with a nudge when Ma was upstairs. We were playing Fortnite in the den. He said this whilst he had one hand down his joggers, the dirty bastard.

“Leave your dick alone, Micah.”

He made an excuse about an itch. Not bloody likely. He was one of those boys who couldn’t leave it alone.

“You might want to gag her next time. I could help you with that,” Nix added with a smutty grin. What could I say, Phoenix was into the kinky shit.

They were all jealous because they weren’t getting any. I told them so and was pelted with chips for my efforts.

After said lecture from Ma, I’d taken my father’s box of shit up to my room and put it on top of my closet. I wasn’t ready to deal with the contents yet. The timing wasn’t right. I couldn’t afford any more distractions leading up to the game. I already had one diversion: a tiny, perfectly formed blonde one with perfect tits and a sublime pussy.