Absolutely Unforgivable (12 page)

As I looked at myself in the mirror, I could barely believe my eyes. I looked so different. I looked hot. She gave me dark, smoky eyes and put all kinds of glitter in my hair. I normally didn’t wear a lot of makeup but now I found myself wondering why, if this is how I could turn out. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was me, but it wasn’t.

I moved over to get closer to the mirror to get a better look at myself when Starla piped up. “Damn girl. That’s what I’m talking about.”

Mindy bounced her way over to us giggling, “You are so hot. They are going to kick us out of the club.”

I looked over to her, trying to figure out what she meant, worried that maybe we weren’t supposed to be back here having our hair and makeup done when she laughed and said, “You are going to take all of the attention away from the dancers.”

I rolled my eyes and walked with her hand in hand back to our chairs. By the time we got back, Billy still hadn’t returned but I hardly noticed because by then Jeromy was all over me. We stayed in the club for another hour and then decided to head back home. It was already getting late and Jeromy had to work the next day.

Jeromy had a hard time keeping his hands off of me on the long ride back home. But I didn’t really mind. In fact, I sat on his lap on the ride home to tease him, knowing he couldn’t actually do anything about it, with everyone else in the limousine.

When we got back to Billy’s, the rest of the gang went to their own cars and headed back to their own homes. That was except Billy, who didn’t come home with us. I wasn’t sure where he had gone off to. Part of me had thought I would find him sitting there in the kitchen, waiting for us. But my heart sank when I walked in the door and found he wasn’t there.
Why did I care if he wasn’t home? That’s just silly. I had the world’s most perfect man already; I didn’t need to be thinking about anyone else.

When we got home Jeromy scooped me up in his arms, kissing me. Noticing that Billy wasn’t home as well, he took me into the living room. Our bodies were burning with passion and I quickly forgot about Billy and everyone else for that matter. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered in my ear. His breath was hot and heavy, yet it sent a chill down my spine.

He pulled me into him and held me tightly as he kissed my neck. His hold eased as he pulled back just a bit to look at my face. His eyes never wavered from mine -- nor mine his. He grew with urgency, and I desperately wanted him to ravage my body. But he didn’t move. He just kept looking at me and smiling. “You are so perfect. I love you so much.”

He was so full of love for me that it took my breath away. It was horribly sweet and romantic, but I wasn’t in a romance kind of mood. I leaned in and licked his lips, then his chin, and then worked my way to his neck. I could smell his natural scent permeating through his cologne. It filled me with such an intense desire. I pushed him back on the couch and ravenously kissed his lips, then ran my tongue down his chest. It drove him mad with desire and that made me want him even more. Jeromy groaned softly and that sound cut through me like a knife. I couldn’t contain my lust for him anymore.

I don’t know why we didn’t go to the seclusion of our bedroom, but at the time it didn’t seem to matter. The next morning, however, as I lay tightly wrapped in Jeromy’s arms, I began to smell the familiar scent of bacon in the air. I sighed happily as I gently moved Jeromy’s arm off of me and stood up to make my way to the kitchen and see what Billy was making.

“Hey,” he said, as he did every other morning with his head cocked back. It was adorable the way he said it. I loved to hear it and it always made me smile. But when I looked at him standing in front of the stove, I could see a genuine look of sadness on his face.

I went over to the fridge and poured myself a glass of orange juice. As I did I glanced over at Billy and noticed he was looking back at me, with his head tilted as if he wasn’t sure what he was seeing.

As I noticed him noticing me, I looked down and realizing what I was wearing and blushed. In my excitement to see Billy, I ran into the kitchen without thinking about what I had on.

Sometime in the night I must have gotten cold and put on Jeromy’s white button up shirt. He was so much bigger than me, it hung off of my tiny frame. It was more like a dress than a shirt for me, but still, I loved wearing it. His shirt was so warm and comfy and it smelled so good, just like Jeromy. And quite honestly Jeromy’s shirt covered far more of my body than the tight red dress I had worn the night before. But still, knowing I had only my panties on underneath I suddenly became quite embarrassed by my attire.

Billy, noticing my embarrassment, smiled and then went back to making us breakfast. I leaned into him, with my hand barely resting on his hip as I stood on my tiptoes trying to see over his shoulder what he was making. I sighed in pleasure as I saw he was making me an omelet.

I sat down at the bar, propping my feet up on the bottom of the chair, and drank my orange juice, enjoying watching Billy at work. He really was a great cook and he just looked so great doing it.

Soon after Jeromy came into the kitchen, looking for me or, perhaps, looking for his clothes. As he stood shirtless in the doorway I couldn’t help but admire the body that stood before me. He had a broad, chiseled chest with a very well defined six pack below that. I smiled and he walked over to me and kissed my forehead. “Mornin’ beautiful.”

“Good morning,” I said as I spun around on the bar stool to face him. I put my hands on his hips and just sat there staring in his amazing chest. He arched an eyebrow and nodded a hello to Billy.

The boys had their own sort of communication. Instead of HI’s and hello's it was always a nod here and a nod there. It seemed to work for them.

I turned back around to Billy, noticing he hadn’t taken his eyes off of me as I turned around to greet Jeromy. He often did that. His eyes bored into me as if they reached the very depths of my soul. It was haunting, chilling, and perhaps a little bit arousing.

Billy pushed a plate across the bar to me with the most deliciously delightful tasting omelet I had ever had in my entire life. It truly melted in my mouth. Jeromy, standing behind me, reached over to snatch a piece of bacon and I playfully swatted his hand away. “Hey! That’s mine. Get your own.”

Of course he didn’t listen and took what he wanted anyway. He tended to do that often. But then again, I loved it when he did. It was one of his more alluring traits.

Looking towards Billy now he asked, “How was your night, man?” Billy just shrugged. Jeromy started to ask more but, quite honestly not wanting to hear about Billy’s sexual triumphs, I quickly changed the subject.

“You are such an amazing cook, Billy. I don’t know how you do it. I’m so going to gain a billion pounds living with you.”

Jeromy leaned over to me, taking my last piece of bacon and playfully said, “You better not.”

I tilted my head up to him, giving him an evil glare. “Are you saying you wouldn’t love me if I was fat?”

He swung me around and lifted me off of my chair. I wrapped my legs around his waist and laid my head on his shoulder. “If you were fat then I couldn’t do this.” He didn’t let me finish my breakfast. Instead he carried me off, up to our bedroom so we could have some alone time before he had to head off to work.

After Jeromy went to work I made my way to my bathroom to shower and get ready for the day. While I don't normally wear a lot of makeup when I was just lounging around the house for the day, for some reason today I found myself trying to mimic what the lady from the night before had done. It didn’t look anywhere near as nice as when she had made up my face, but still I tried.

I made my way over to my closet to find something to wear. I grabbed a dress off of the rack and put it up to my body, wondering if I would look hot in it. I sighed realizing what I was doing was stupid. I had the absolutely perfect man. I couldn’t go around lusting after his best friend, someone he had grown up with. Who cares if Billy thinks I’m hot. It’s wrong and I have to stop doing this. I have to stop thinking about Billy.

When I came back to my senses I grabbed a pair of shorts, a favorite pair that were super comfy. I threw on a white t-shirt and another pair of my favorite white Polo socks. It didn’t matter what I looked like. Jeromy was at work and I had nobody here to impress.

I made my way back to the kitchen to help Billy clean up after breakfast and to apologize for not getting to finish his wonderful meal. But when I got down there he was gone and the kitchen was spotless. Looking around I didn’t see Billy anywhere. Just then Kita entered the room carrying a large basket of clothes and another small basket on top of that one.

I grabbed the small basket, wanting to help, and followed her as she led me to Billy’s room. It was the only part of the house I had not been in before. This was Billy’s true private sanctuary. It was a place that nobody ever went, besides Kita, apparently. This was his space, his escape from the troubles of the world around him.

I paused for just a moment at the door, not sure if I should go in. Shaking off my fears, I carefully walked into the room. It was a big, airy room, full of light that streamed in through a tall window set in the far wall. This room was larger than the two bedroom hotel Jeromy and I had been living in back in Oklahoma. There were heavy, dark velvet curtains on either side of the windows. Windows that arched to the top and made of warm, sand-colored stone that matched the paint in the rest of the room.

The bed was an oversized, overstuffed bed that had to be custom-made, and that was as wide as two king-sized beds put together. I eyed it wanting more than anything to just throw down the basket of clothes and jump on it like a child.

Kita took the large basket of clothes into a massive closet in one corner of the room. It was a bigger than mine and unlike mine his was well organized; all of his shirts hung straight and perfect, and even color coordinated.

I sat the smaller basket down near to her and stepped back, taking in more of the room. At the far end of the room I noticed he had his own sitting room with custom-built bookshelves that lined one wall. There was a comfortable looking chair, near a small table with several books on it. There were also some lyric journals on the table. This must be where he wrote his songs.

My eyes made their way back to that big bed. I don’t know what came over me but I just had to lie on it. I guess I had to see if it was as comfortable as it looks. I jumped in the bed and lay on my back with my feet in the air and I continued to chat with Kita who was still in Billy’s closet putting away his clothes.

His bedroom was really nice. It wasn’t anything like I had pictured it would be. It was so comfortable and cozy. The bed hadn’t been made up yet so the soft Egyptian cotton sheets were exposed. They smelled fresh as if they had come straight from the laundry. This bed was like a little piece of heaven, it was so warm and inviting.

I closed my eyes, stretching my legs up over my head, still speaking to Kita about what an amazing job she does keeping up with such a big house when I heard it. Billy was standing in the door, clearing his throat. In a moment of panic I jumped up but not off of the bed. He was standing there in a grey tank top, hot and sweaty. His hair was wonderfully messy. He pushed the bottom of his shirt up high enough to wipe the sweat from his eyes and dry his brow before taking a careful look around his room.

He looked back at me, now standing on his bed, with the corner of his lip curling up in a soft smile and tilted his head up to nod a greeting to me, “Hey.” I didn’t know what to say back so I just gave him a “hey” in return. I bit the bottom of my lip to suppress a giggle.

He walked over to his bed and put his arms up for me and lifted me off of the bed. Holding me tightly against his body I slowly slid down, while looking into his eyes. His raw, manly scent invaded my senses as I felt his muscles flex around me. As he pulled me near him with his strong arms, I could hear the beat of his heart. His virility was almost more than I could take. There was something truly irresistible about this man. Something strong; and at the same time beneath the surface you could sense a vulnerability. I think maybe that is what I find so fascinating about him. I want to access those raw emotions that surge underneath.

Once my feet hit the floor, he relaxed and took a deep breath, which accentuated the muscled indentations of his well-defined abs. My entire body tingled and my head spun. I couldn’t take his eyes off of his face. I became mesmerized by the shape of lips, the sexy way they curved. He was scrumptious. I watched as his eyes went to my lips and then he looked back at my eyes and then back to my lips. There was a heat to his gaze that set my entire body ablaze with desire.

The air around us was sexually charged and it practically sizzled with longing. I never felt anything like this in my life. Billy oozed sexuality from every fiber of his being. I was drawn to him in a way I’ve never been drawn to any man before.

But then just when I didn’t think I could stand it anymore, he took a step back and ran his fingers through his hair. His thick eyebrows hung low over his eyes giving him that naturally brooding look. So sexual, so sensual. His eyes narrowed as they studied mine. His beautiful pouty smile gone from his face I started to say, “I um ...”

I struggled, trying to find the right thing to say. Trying to find a way to explain why I had so rudely invaded his personal and private space. Just then Kita walked out of the closet, empty clothes baskets in hand. She looked over to Billy and spoke. “Thank you Miss Stacy. I appreciate your help, Miss Stacy. You are a sweet girl, Miss Stacy.”