“So what?” I smiled. “You’re gonna take pictures of his hammered mom so he gets to see how much fun I had?”
“No,” he laughed. “And I’m not gonna take pictures of you naked on my cock to show how relaxed you were, either, but I’m sure we can come up with something I can show him.”
I took a deep breath. “A good time?”
“Yup.”
“And really drunk?”
“Piss drunk,” he confirmed.
“And sex?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely.” He leaned closer. “And this isn’t the kind of place where I’ll ask you to keep it down.”
I liked that thought—a lot.
oOo
TOMMY COULDN’T TAKE HIS eyes off Billie, and he especially loved how she quite literally had let her hair down. She was standing by the pool table wearing a gray t-shirt, boot-cut jeans with a brown belt, and her hair was hanging down her back. In short, she looked like she had since she was a kid. That was pretty much her standard outfit, but as opposed to when she was a kid, he couldn’t fucking take his eyes off her. She was hot. And pretty damn drunk.
“Come on, Munchkin,” he laughed. “It’s your turn.”
He hadn’t bothered with warning Mitch about what Billie was like when it came to anything where it was possible to declare a winner, and it had quickly turned out that Anna was the same. It didn’t seem as if Mitch had been aware of it, but Tommy wasn’t all that surprised. The woman had worked her ass off to become one of the best ballet dancers in the US. You had to have some competitive spirit in you to be able to achieve that.
“I’m drunk,” Billie said to Anna.
“I can see that,” Anna smiled. “I think we’ll win.”
“Nope. Me being drunk does not mean I’m not gonna beat your ass.”
“Is she always this competitive?” Anna asked him, and he laughed.
“You haven’t seen anything yet. She hasn’t even tackled you.”
“Really?” Mitch laughed. “Tackle? There’s not tackling in pool.”
“Could be,” Anna said with a glare towards Tommy. “If it’s a smaller person tackling a bigger one.”
“Exactly,” Billie agreed, and looked at Mitch with a big smile. “I’m gonna beat you so properly you’ll cry like little babies when you run home to your mama.”
“Can’t we just yield?” Mitch asked with an eye on Anna. “I kinda wanna take my old lady to my room.”
Anna didn’t answer, just snapped her cane of the back of his thighs.
Billie pointed at her while looking at Tommy. “Did she just hit him with her cane?”
“She does that.”
“I like you,” she said to Anna. “How the hell does a grease monkey biker bag a prima ballerina with spunk like you?”
“I knocked her up,” Mitch and pulled in Anna for a kiss. “Works like a charm every time.”
“Something you’ve done more than once?” Billie asked, but Tommy noticed she was avoiding looking at him.
“Nope.” Mitch handed her a bottle of tequila. “And since Tommy here doesn’t have the brains to do things in the right order, and my old lady isn’t going to let me leave until one of you wins, keep drinking.”
“You didn’t do it in the right order,” Anna pointed out. “The knocking up thing.”
“I did! It was your stupid idea to stay friends for the sake of the kid that ruined it.”
“Maybe that would’ve been better,” Billie said, and leaned over the table to finally take her shot. She stood up and looked at Mitch and Anna. “I mean… Sometimes that’s better.”
“We’ve never fought more than when we were friends,” Mitch chuckled. “I get pesky when I’m horny. So does she.”
Finally Billie looked at him, and he raised his eyebrows to indicate that he wondered if she had something to say on the subject. Instead of saying anything, she gave him the finger with a smile. He knew what she was doing, but he wasn’t going to let her go. It wasn’t going to happen. He wanted her, now he had her, and he was not letting her slip away by blaming Felix. No fucking way. When she passed by him, he snatched the bottle from her.
“You’re not supposed to drink,” she mumbled.
“I’m not going to, but I don’t want you to pass out. I haven’t made you relax yet.”
Billie kept playing, but she kept asking Mitch and Anna questions, and when he realized what she was doing, he started smiling. She was making them talk about themselves, what they liked about each other, and it turned them on. When they left, Billie smiled.
“They left. We won!”
“We did.”
“I’m glad they left,” Billie giggled, “I’m getting very drunk.”
“I know. I snapped some pictures before you got too drunk. I’ll show them to Felix tomorrow.”
“Thank you,” she said, and he felt her hands sneak in under his cut.
“Didn’t you just mumble about how it might be better if we were friends?” he asked.
“You told me to get out of my head tonight. Changing your mind?”
“So what do you want to do when you don’t think too much about shit?” he teased her and leaned closer.
“I came here to have sex.”
He chuckled and gave her lips a lick. “Want me to show you that bed I mentioned?”
“Yes.”
That was all he needed to hear, and with an arm around her waist, he started them towards the dorms.
“I had fun,” she said in a low voice. “Thank you.”
He was about to answer, but she shocked him by circling his waist and pressing herself against him. When he opened his mouth, her tongue pushed inside, and he groaned.
“Billie…”
“Shut up,” she growled. “Please don’t talk. Please.”
“Okay,” he panted and lifted her up. He wanted her in his room as fast as possible because he wasn’t gonna fuck her out in the bar. Her ass was his alone to see, no one else would get as much as a flash of it. When he thought about it, he realized he hadn’t seen her naked in years. That first night he’d seen her for the first and last time, and he wanted to see her again. In fact, he wanted to see her so badly he was totally ready to hold off on fucking her until he’d had a good look at her.
When the reached his room, he put her down on the ground and locked the door.
“Take off your clothes,” he said. “I want to see you.”
Her green eyes boldly met his as she smiled and toed off her shoes. “Okay, but you, too. I want to see you, too.”
He nodded and hung his cut on the hook next to Billie before he got started on his clothes as well. While he tore them off, he never stopped looking at her, and motherfucker, she was hot. Her tits were handfuls, her hips had the most wonderful curve, and a toned stomach with stretch marks on the sides over her hips. They were bright and almost looked silver in the faint light. She seemed self-conscious about those when he touched them, but he shook his head.
“No, don’t hide them,” he whispered. “You got those having my kid.”
“Yeah,” she mumbled.
“I like them. I wish I’d seen you pregnant,” he mumbled. “Take off the rest.”
He couldn’t fucking wait to get his hands on the rest of her, but every time he tried, she pushed him away and told him to keep getting undressed.
She stopped dead when she was down to her underwear, and stared at his dick.
“Wow, it is big.”
He took his shot and almost dived for her and got her up on his dresser.
“Wait, what!” she yelled.
Instead of answering, he ripped off her underwear and claimed her mouth.
“Damn you!” she panted. “That’s the second pair.”
“That’ll teach you to get out of them quicker,” he growled. “Don’t move.”
Tommy found a condom, but when he turned around and saw the naked Billie on his dresser, he halted. See her, that was what he wanted to do, so he took a few deep breaths
and stood in front of her, gently running his hands over her breasts and down her waist, once again getting stuck on the stretch marks. He was a bit surprised himself how much he liked them.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Nothing. Not a damn thing. I just realized that I’d promised myself to take a good look at you before I did this.”
“You know, I’m not going anywhere, so you can fuck me now, and then stare at me all night for all I care.”
He met her green eyes and smiled.
“That’s true. I hadn’t thought about that.” He moved to stand between her legs and gently ran his knuckles along the inside of her left thigh. She hissed, but didn’t close her eyes. “Guess I have to get used to having time when I do this.”
“So this is a repeated performance? You want me to come back here?”
“Yup.” He leaned closer and nibbled her lower lip. “How many times do I need to tell you, you’re not bailing on me?”
“A few more times,” she mumbled. The moment his hand reached her curls and the wet slit hidden beneath them, her head fell back in a long, and quite loud groan. Oh, he was going to make sure she kept that volume up all damn night. “Shit! Tommy!”
“Spread your legs wider, Billie.”
She did as he’d asked, and he stepped closer to her, slipping his fingers between her folds. Somehow it was easier to look at her like this, when her eyes were closed and she was leaning with her hands behind her. Or it might just be that she was insanely beautiful, or that she was so wet and he knew she was more than ready for him. Still playing with her pussy, he put on the condom with his other hand, and moved closer to her. Close enough for his tip to tease her, and she opened her eyes with a groan.
“I just want you to know, that I had planned this as us in bed, and me giving you head for about an hour before we got to this.”
“The bed is right there,” she smiled. “We can still use it.”
He placed his hand just behind her ass, his full palm on the dresser, and with a big smile he stroked her nose with is. He angled his dick so the tip grazed her opening, and once again her head tipped back, and he kissed her throat.
“You were saying?” he teased her.
“Nothing. I didn’t say anything. Please, Tommy.”
He thrust fully inside her, and this time they both moaned. The hand behind her kept her in place, and Tommy pounded into her with deep, sharp thrusts. He was gonna get her off, right there, and then take it easy the rest of the night, but they were going the full night.
Since she was wedged between his pumping hips and his hand, she couldn’t move, but she was making the most amazing sounds, while urging him on and repeating his name. She felt fucking fantastic around him and against him.
“Tommy. Oh, god, Tommy.”
“That’s it,” he whispered.
“Kiss me,” she panted. “Please, Tommy.”
He didn’t really want to; he wanted to hear her and feel her coming. She must’ve been so fucking horny if she was already close. Her arms pulled him closer to her, and he gave her a kiss, sneaking his hand into her hair at the same time. He felt her tightening around his dick, and she was hardly kissing him anymore, mostly just holding her mouth against his to dampen her moans.
When he tried to lean back, she pulled him right back, and she was coming. So he made his move and pulled her hair to tilt her head back, and then he fucked her through her screaming orgasm.
He felt her slump and caught her, holding her close to him.
“You okay?”
“You ass,” she said with a tired laugh. “You just wanted them to hear.”
“No. I wanted to hear,” he answered and kissed her. He was still hard and inside of her but tried to stay still, hard as it was when he still felt her pulsating and flexing around him in her aftershocks. “Wanna have a go in the bed now?” he asked against her lips.
“Yes,” she said on an exhale. “That was amazing.”
He lifted her up and carried her over to the bed.
“Yes it was, but we’re not done.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Did You Win?
oOo
“WHAT?” TOMMY BARKED INTO the phone. He’d pushed away the body next to him to answer, but when he remembered it was Billie, he pulled her closer again. “Who is it?”
“Your brother,” Dwayne chuckled at the other end of the line. “Hung over?”
“No, I don’t drink. You know, getting ready for the surgery.” He turned to his back so he wouldn’t talk straight into Billie’s ear. “How are things?”
“Pretty good. How’s things there?”
“Good,” he said, and then he looked at Billie with a laugh. “Really fucking good.”
They’d been at it for a long time, and she’d been loud. If he was honest, he hadn’t been quiet either, especially not when she’d blown him.
It was strange, but in a great way, to have sex with someone he knew as well as he knew Billie. They’d laughed, and between rounds they’d been talking and laughing even more at old memories, until he’d gone hard and they went at it again. And he’d been looking at her, all over her. He was pretty sure he’d already seen every fucking inch of her body, and she was sexy all over.
“Okay, what was that?” Dwayne asked. “Last time we talked you were at the hospital and everything was shit. What has changed since then?”
“Billie,” he said.
Dwayne was quiet for a long time, and then he started laughing. “No? You’re shitting me?”
“No. She’s right here.”
“You fucker,” Dwayne laughed. “Just like that?”
“No, not ‘just like that.’”
“I’m happy for you. Just so you know.”
“I know.”
“Jealous, obviously, but happy for you. Give her a kiss from me. I was thinking about coming to visit you soon. Do you have a date for the surgery?”
“No, not yet. Might be better to wait until after it’s done. There’s a lot of shit going on now,” he said, and when Billie started stirring next to him, he gave her a kiss and got out of the bed. There wasn’t anywhere he could go other than the bathroom. “You should call Felix. He likes talking on the phone, and he’s been going on about his uncle since you were here.”
“Yeah, I’ll do that.”
“I gave him a phone, I’ll send you the number.” He looked through the door into the room at Billie again. The cover had slipped down, and his eyes followed the curve from her ass and up to her shoulder blades. “I’m gonna hang up now. I’ll call you.”
“Yeah, don’t forget to send me his number. Take care of her. Take care of them both.”
“I will,” Tommy said with his eyes still on Billie.
They hung up, and he got back into the bed next to Billie, running his hand along the curve he’d admired earlier. She hummed, and then she groaned in pain.
“How’s the head, Sparks?” he asked with a pinch on her ass.
“Shoot me,” she mumbled into the pillow.
“That bad?”
“The head is fine, but my entire body hurts.”
“Yeah, you’re gonna have to start working out, because we’re going to do that every night.”
“You’ll kill me within a month.” She looked up from the pillow, and he kissed her nose. “Two weeks maybe.”
“Want some coffee?”
“Yes. Big cup.”
“I’ll get you breakfast. Get some more rest.”
Her head fell back on the pillow, and she mumbled something, but he couldn’t tell what. After putting on jeans, a t-shirt, and the cut, he went out to the bar.
“I’m considering applauding you,” Sisco said when he saw him. “She is loud, and you worked her hard.”
“Yeah,” Mitch laughed. “You’re making me look bad.”
“You better not be sitting there saying that you’ve been listening to my woman all night,” he said and waved at one of the sweetbutts. “Two cups of
coffee.”
“Get him a tray with a proper breakfast. I think his baby mama needs it,” Sisco said. “Or was it mama bear?”
“Yeah,” he confirmed. “Mama bear.”
As much as they fucked with him, he knew they’d shut up in front of Billie—until they knew her better. At least he hoped so. Either way, Billie wasn’t the kind of person who was easily embarrassed; she could take it, but she was better at responding to comments when she knew the people messing with her. Who wasn’t?
“Where’s Anna?” he asked Mitch.
“Still sleeping. She liked Billie, by the way. She’s curious about her competitive streak and wants to test it again.”
“I seriously wouldn’t recommend that. It’s her dad’s fault. He made us all compete against each other, he always made it totally worth it to win, and he was never bothered with how we won.”
“He let you cheat?”
“Yup. ‘Just win,’ he’d yell. They’re a bit crazy.”
“Hang on,” Sisco said. “He encouraged you to cheat?”
“He encouraged us to win. He told us to find the best and most efficient way to do something, and then do it. It… was a way to teach us to think outside the box. When we were kids it was often trying to stop the others by tackling them, or something, but when we got older it was about pitching the others against each other. Billie was very good at that.” He smiled, and looked at Mitch. “Like yesterday. She made you focus on how hot your old lady is, and as soon as you’d left the room, she declared herself winner by walkover.”
“I’m gonna get her for that.”
“Looking forward to seeing you try.”
Sisco chuckled. “Imagine putting her, Eliza, and Lisa on the same team.”
“The world would implode,” Mitch laughed. “Oh, we have to do it. We should invite them for Trivial Pursuit.”
“Forget it. Last time I played that with her, she broke one of my fingers. It was kind of accidental, but still. Not playing Trivial with her again.”
He’d cheated on a wedge question, and she’d had a hunch he had. She’d given the correct answer, but he’d claimed it was wrong, and when she tried to get the card from him, he’d ended up with a broken finger. She’d never even apologized, since she considered it his own goddamn fault, and he kind of agreed with her. He should’ve known better.
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