Dare Me, Part Two Dare Duet Sawyer and Billie: Unchained Attraction Series

by Shandwick, K. L.

  She was hospitalized for another three days due to spotting after they’d removed the IUD, and her continued vomiting. However, we went through a scary moment when the results of her blood work, and some of the other tests came back and we learned that she had suffered some mild food poisoning as well.

  This was both a worry in respect to our babies, but a relief in the sense she had stopped being sick and was tolerating dry toast and water. By the Friday morning she’d felt and looked more like herself. We were both drained by the whole experience, but delighted when she was discharged and I was finally allowed to take her home.

  Colby stuck to her like glue for the first couple of days after she came home. I was anxious to tell him what was going on, but Billie was the voice of reason and had reminded me we’d had a shaky start with her catching a stomach bug.

  Eventually I saw her point of view and we knew she’d be around the twelve week mark close to Thanksgiving, and as Colby had been due to spend the holiday with us this time, we decided it would be the perfect time to share our awesome news with the family.

  During the weeks leading up to Thanksgiving, another week away had been scheduled after receiving a call from a promoter I knew. We’d had an idea more gigs may happen after I’d contacted him, letting him know about our West Coast tour dates, asking him if there were any venues free for a few more dates once we flew back east.

  Subsequently, he’d put together several more good paying gigs and I figured those would have helped to keep Strings happy. For me, the timing couldn’t have been worse, but I knew there was no way I could renege on the arrangement after he’d stuck his neck out for us.

  The last thing I had wanted was to leave Billie again. If I was honest, I’d admit these gigs had been the furthest thing from my mind, but when they were offered, the guys were desperate to earn some extra money. We had nothing planned until RedA’s tour in February.

  Writing down the dates, I was pleased there were only four and all in the same week. Mentally I calculated Billie would be week ten with the twins.

  “Remember, I told you there was a possibility of tour dates in November?” I asked, Billie, as she was making up Colby’s bed. Billie’s head snapped up, her eyes narrowed and her shoulders immediately steeled.

  Without answering me she began waving the sheet and straightening it out like she had nothing to say.

  “Shouldn’t he be doing that for himself by now?” I asked, earning me a glare from Billie and a good degree of huffing as she straightened out his comforter. Frustration rolled off her shoulders when she stood up straight, and then she did exactly what my mom did to my dad when he pissed her off; slid past me without saying a word.

  Damn. I’d heard jokes about hormonal pregnant women in the past but figured they were sexist views, but my sweet quiet woman had turned into a bear overnight.

  My comment wasn’t a negative one, I knew moms liked to keep their kids little for as long as they could, however, with two newbies on the horizon I figured Colby had deserved a little more independence than she had been giving.

  Seeking her out, I found Billie in the bathroom, the cleaning cart, mop, and bucket in her hand and I reached down and took it away from her. “We have someone who does this for us, remember?” I asked, as we had a housekeeper who came in for three hours every other morning.

  “This isn’t her day,” she snapped, as she reached for the cleaning cart and I pulled it farther back. “Hey, what’s wrong?” I asked, with concern. Placing the cart full of cleaning fluids down, I held her by her forearms and dipped my head to see her. When she continued to look at the floor, I swept my forefinger under her chin and lifted her face to look at her.

  Tears welled in her eyes, and as soon as hers met mine she shook her head and tried to pull away from me. “Hey,” I said gently, “come on, darlin’, what’s going on? You’re upset because I have to do this tour?” Pursing her lips tight, she shook her head again, and averted her sad blue eyes. My heart cracked and my stomach suddenly felt like I’d swallowed a lead weight. “Talk to me.”

  “What do you want me to say? We’ve had you home a short time and you’re preparing to leave again. And no, it’s not the gigs, it’s the timing,” she added, clarifying her position. “I spent most of this past week in the hospital.”

  “I know and I’m sorry. But it’s only for a week, and then I’m here all the way up to February. If you’re concerned, we’ll take Colby out of school and I’ll take you both with me.”

  “Oh, grow up, I’m not taking Colby anywhere near that junkie friend of yours, Wiggy.”

  “Wow, Billie,” I replied, and shook my head. “Tell me what to do? You want me to blow the promoter off? I can certainly do that, but I’ll leave it up to you to explain to Hammer and Strings why they’ll be short of money over the winter.”

  “I’m just angry that we can’t seem to get into a routine since you’ve been back. Having these dates hanging over us means I’ve not been able to plan.”

  “Plan what?” I chuckled, because she sounded irrational. Meeting my gaze she stood for a long minute staring at me like I’d grown a horn, then burst into tears. “Jesus, what’s going on? Why are you so pissed? It’s not like you to take something and blow it out of proportion.”

  “So it’s okay for you to do what you want, and I’m supposed to stay here and turn into a whale with your babies inside of me?” I blinked, stunned by her comment. It had been the first time she’d used what I did against me. I hadn’t wanted to go any more than she wanted me to, but I hadn’t chosen the timing of our situation.

  “Is this you genuinely going off on me about this or your hormones fighting with me right now? If it’s you, then we can talk calmly about it, but if reasoning is against me then you’ll excuse me while I go lock myself in a padded room.” When she pouted then burst into tears I felt like shit.

  “Come here,” I told her, and without waiting for her to reject me, I grabbed her by her wrist until she was close enough for me to wrap my arms around her waist. “Billie, this isn’t like you, if you really don’t want me to go then I’ll fix it. Say the word and I’m staying.”

  “No,” she mumbled and sniffed. “I’m the one who is sorry, that was a petulant reaction and I have no idea where it came from. Of course, I want you here, but I know what you do involves you having to travel. I hate these mood swings, they take over sometimes and I feel powerless to stop these raging outbursts. I did it with Colby yesterday too and the poor boy only wanted extra cereal.”

  Poor Colby, I’d obviously missed that and he must have felt confused by Billie’s outburst because he hadn’t been told about the babies.

  “Look, it’s four gigs, six days and I’ll be home on day seven. I’ll speak to James and ask him to pick up Colby from school on the days you are working. His schedule is pretty fluid working for Dad. It’ll make him feel useful, please you that I’m spreading the brotherly love, and keep my band happy. The only person in all of this who won’t be happy is me.” My eyes softened when she looked up at me with those big blue eyes of her and gave me a watery smile.

  “It’s really better between you and James?”

  “I guess,” I replied. It sounded a little flat but without the usual hostility or clipped tone I’d used previously when she mentioned him.

  “You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear this. When I was pregnant with Colby, I’d have given anything to have a sibling to share my experience with.”

  “Yeah, but he won’t relate. He doesn’t have kids of his own,” I said, then cringed when I remembered what Charlotte had done.

  “It’s not like he doesn’t want them,” Billie advised, and I wondered how she knew, then remembered they’d had dinner together while I was away.

  “Feel a little better about the tour?” I asked.

  “Yeah, sorry, I guess I just wobbled for a minute. I’m allowed to do that, right? I mean, hormone-wise.” I chuckled and kissed her head through her hair.

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��Darlin’, you have every right to feel vulnerable right now, but having babies is a natural process for women. Given you’re carrying two, I had a sneaky suspicion there’d be fireworks. Besides, you look so fucking hot when you’re pouty or all fired up. Have at it, I can take it, just don’t mark my face…me being a handsome rock star an’ all,” I said, mimicking the accent of a wild Southern boy.

  When she scuffed my chin playfully with her knuckles, I knew we were past another hump in our journey, but still hadn’t felt happy about leaving her before we knew her pregnancy was safely past the first phase.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  The small extra dates the promoter, Daniel West, got us consisted of a large theatre gig, two spots on a festival, due to another band dropping out last minute and two smaller concerts. Therefore, the four we had been scheduled to do became five.

  Not that I minded, as we had been due a day off and it meant Strings, Hammer, and I hadn’t needed to play sitter to Wiggy, who was still too jittery for the rest of the band’s liking. Since Billie had been on the scene touring hadn’t felt the same, but I knew I couldn’t blame her for how I felt, because if I looked back at how the year before had gone, I had been frustrated with all of them in one way or another.

  Most of the banter and camaraderie was gone between us and in its place was a growing resentment toward Wiggy, mainly from Strings, but since the small break in between California and this tour, Hammer’s normally saintly patience with him had also grown thin.

  For a while I had wondered if we’d all outgrown one another; after all we had gotten together at a pretty young age, or whether Wiggy’s substance abuse, excessive drinking, and his increasingly contemptuous behavior and blatantly obnoxious disregard for women had taken its toll on us all.

  This had led me to wonder why I had been more tolerant of Hammer because he’d been through the same journey with drugs. I knew it was because I had seen how broken Hammer was and how determined he’d been to kick his habit, none of which I’d witnessed with any real conviction from Wiggy. To my mind he was depending on Hammer to keep him clean.

  Whatever the deal, I had been most observant of Strings, and I’d been ninety percent convinced that by the time we’d finished our stint with RedA he’d have found an excuse to walk. There was nothing like having a child to bring things into perspective.

  At one time I’d have felt anxious at the thought of the band breaking up, but since I’d been nursing a secret I hadn’t shared with the guys, I was more anxious about leaving Billie and Colby alone with her carrying the twins.

  When we formed DisKord we had a common purpose and we’d all had the same ambitious goals, but that was then and now we were ten-year veterans, and both Strings and I had become jaded.

  We were just too far out of reach to go home every day, but apart from the negative of worrying about Billie at home, the crowds had been appreciative and friendly and this had kept my spirits up, despite everything else.

  However, if anyone had asked me what I felt the best part of it all was, I’d have had to have said it was that we finished the last gig in Philadelphia. We’d arrived there that evening with only two hours to go, but from there, thanks to my powerful ride I made the journey home on interstate 295 in a little over an hour.

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  Entering our apartment at 1:00 a.m., I toed off my battered old biker boots and snuck gingerly along the dark quiet hallway. The wooden floor creaked and I stopped for a second, listening, but no one stirred. Pushing our door ajar, my heart immediately swelled when my love-starved eyes landed on Billie’s sweet restful face.

  Sound asleep her lips looked slightly parted and her cheeks appeared a little flushed because she’d cranked up the heat full blast. I’d never known anyone as cold-blooded with such a warm heart. Leaving her undisturbed, I crept into our bathroom and closed the heavy wooden door. The soundproofing in this apartment was fantastic, I’d made sure of this after our previous frustrating sex sessions in the house she used to own.

  Stepping into the shower, I washed off the grime from that night’s performance and the subsequent sweat from riding my bike in a leather jacket for over an hour on the way back. Turning away from the spray I rinsed off my hair and almost died of fright when I looked up and saw Billie standing by the glass door watching me.

  “Oh, don’t stop on my account,” she mumbled, her long dark curly hair tousled perfectly from being asleep. Grabbing her wrist, I gently tugged her in next to me, and although she let out a yelp she hardly resisted. The warm jets from the shower instantly turned the plain white T-shirt she wore transparent and the delicious agony in my groin almost made me take her then and there.

  That was until my greedy eyes fell to look at her nipples peeking through and the hard studs of her erect nipples pressing taut against the fabric. My cock immediately twitched and grew, thickening like a man starved of sex for months, when in reality we’d had a long and lustful night of passion a little over a week before.

  “Out,” I demanded, cutting our steamy shower scene short, because the last thing I’d have done was place the mother of my children at risk by standing in a hazardous zone full of water and soap.

  Billie giggled as I grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and stripped it over her head, then our eyes met again and the instant I saw the wanton look of intent in her deep blue eyes I knew she was desperate for me.

  Still staring up at me, the chemistry felt insane, our connection solid, and neither of us had wanted to break the contact.

  “Damn, you are so beautiful,” I mumbled, dipping my head eventually when my eyes briefly dropped to her neck, and I was too goddammed horny not to take a taste right then. The moment my lips touched her silky soft wet skin, her tiny delicate fingers curled around my cock. When she closed her fist, she held me there with all the confidence I’d been trying to tease out of her for months.

  “Missed you,” she muttered, stroking a sharp cherry red painted nail from my collarbone to my hip, tracing both sides of the V cut which formed a trail to my cock. “I think I’d like you right here, Mr. Wild,” she said, with more confidence than I’d ever known her to have, and I figured who was I to deny her.

  Grabbing her by her waist, I spun her around, and bent her over the sink. My foot immediately kicking hers wider as I dropped to my knees and buried my face between her soft still wet thighs.

  One flick of my tongue and she almost headbutted the mirror, and I chuckled against her bare wet outer lips, before I pressed a kiss to them and kept my lips there. Drawing in a long breath I blew heat back against her pussy and she shivered.

  “Oh, jeez, Sawyer, you have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” she confessed.

  “Oh, darlin’, I think I do. Let me guess … a week?” I taunted and chuckled. Reacting to my tease she had begun to swivel her hips in an effort to look at me, but I swept my hot tongue the length of her slit. “Mmm,” I groaned deep into her core. Her legs instantly buckled and the words I’d figured were on the tip of her tongue were immediately inhaled by the sharp intake of breath I was conscious she’d taken.

  “You’re fucking delicious. How much do you want me?” I goaded, in a naughty teasing tone laced with desire, as her legs buckled at the knees. “Oh, dear God,” she prayed groaning into the sink, and the ceramic bowl magnified her voice which made me laugh even more. I stood and leaned over her. Staring at us both in the mirror.

  The skin on my cock was stretched to bursting point, such was my need to be inside her. Every inch of me ached for her, my abdominal muscles taut, my shoulders and back muscles flexing and straining as my whole body primed like a coiled spring desperate for release.

  There had been no real time for foreplay, both of us desperate to satisfy the other, and ourselves. A week without being inside her had been seven days too long, so I lined myself up, slid my hands to her hips, and pushed my way inside.

  Feeling every delicious wave of muscle I glided in, exhaling the breath I’d been holding in preparati
on to take her, and moved one palm to her small bump in a protective, possessive hold.

  “God. Mmm,” she moaned so sexily I felt it in my core. “So good, Sawyer, so good” she added the repeat version of her chant in a whisper. Arching her ass back into me, she rose up on tiptoes to meet me as I slid gently all the way in, filling her tight wet pussy. She felt fucking amazing, too good, and although I felt tired and drained, I knew I wouldn’t sleep soundly next to her if I couldn’t satisfy us both.

  Once inside her I wanted to stay there all day, but my neglected aching dick had decided it had a better idea. Twice I fought myself back from the brink and edging only made my cock feel worse, so as soon as my wife fell over the edge I quickly followed, even though I’d have liked to have lasted longer. I felt totally spent.

  No one had ever had that effect on me like Billie had, her soft sweet body, her taste, touch, and the sexy erotic sounds her body made when we were one was like my personal kryptonite, my sexual undoing. I had always denied I had an addictive nature, but since I’d met my wife, I knew that theory had been constantly tested.

  Chapter Thirty

  At exactly twelve completed weeks of pregnancy Billie was positively blooming. According to all the books she should have begun to feel her clothing growing tight. Not Billie, we’d already gone shopping for larger-sized dresses, pants and underwear, but fortunately with some clever choices of material and cut she had still managed to keep her bump discreetly hidden.

  We both knew Colby had to be told, and I was nervous at how he’d react to the news. I had spent my childhood dealing with my brother’s jealousy of me so the similarities in circumstance hadn’t escaped me. I knew when the babies arrived Colby age wouldn’t be dissimilar to James’s when I was born, and I’d wanted to ensure Colby felt fully supported in our growing family. Plus there was the novelty of two babies, not just one.