Billy Jeffers: Rockers of Steel (22 page)

I look around and try to find my purse, and then it hits me. I left it in his vehicle. I don’t want to call him. I don’t want to, because right now, I wish I had let him kiss me. My nipples are pissed, my crotch is buzzing, and damn morning breath!

“What?” he answers when I call. He sounds pissed.
God, it’s hot.

“You need to come back.”
Please, I want to you.

“Why? Do you regret not taking the kiss while you had the chance?”

Yes, that’s exactly it,
but that’s not what I tell him, not ever.

I flop down on my bed. “
Pft
, you must be out of your mind. I left my purse in your vehicle.”

“Well, I hope you have a spare key to shove in your … lock, because I’m not coming.”

When he says shove, my knees clench, and the burn intensifies. I can’t stop the little sway in my hip. Inside of me there is a heat-seeking missile looking for a release. When he says not coming, I think,
Not yet, anyway.

“Why? Because I wouldn’t kiss you?” I ask.

“Maybe…”

Gaw, my breath was wretched, or I would have. Dammit, I should have, regardless.

“You and I both know what would have happened if I did.” I cave and shove my hands just under my waistband.
Here we go.

“No, I have no clue. How about you tell me?” he retorts.

“Your big, old dick would have gotten hard like it
always
does around me.” I rub around my clit.

“My big cock is always hard around you, huh?”

Yes, that’s a given. It is hot, hot, HAWT! “Please, like you could hide it.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing, but last night, you wanted to marry my cock. And let’s not forget”—How could I forget? I want to have its little penis babies—“if you weren’t able to hide that little pussy”—he says pussy in a way that forces my finger to press on my button—“of yours underneath those nasty, naughty—”

“Sweet Things. They are, from here on out, called Sweet Things.”

“Whatever. It doesn’t matter. Your pussy would be soaked from thinking about how badly you wanted my cock inside you.”

It is now, so wet, and I am so close.

“Well, at least it wouldn’t be sticking straight out, practically begging for me to suck it.” ’Cause, right now I want to. I want to experience a sixty-nine. So fucking hot. “Then choking me before filling my mouth full of—”

“Hot wet jets of cum you couldn’t get enough of. Your lips love my cock. You love the taste of my cum. Best you ever had.”

There’s no denying it…so close. I need to get him angry.

“True, but do keep in mind, your dick is the only one I have ever sucked, so it’s not like I can compare it to anything.”

“I would shove it down your throat right now and make you gag on it just to shut you up.”

“Is that so?” I can’t help growling.

“Then I would slap your face with it.”

“I’d bite it!” The first electrical pulse drives from Billy’s dirty-talking lips straight to Who-Ville.

“I’m close.”

“To my house?”
No
!

He doesn’t answer.

“Are you coming?” I am about to.

I flick the bean like it’s my job, ’cause right now, it is.

“Not yet.”

“When are you coming?” Dammit, did he notice the whimper? Who fucking cares. I am so close. “I need my purse.”

“You don’t want me there right now, because I would rip your panties off and shove my finger in so I could prove how hot and wet you get around me.”

“I would squeeze your dick in my hands until you thought it would burst.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

“I’m not one for threats.”
I want you, dammit!
I say to him in my head as I shove a finger deep inside myself.

“No? Is that a promise?”

“If it didn’t hurt, I would squeeze your balls and make sure I left a mark.”

“I’d pull away and throw you down on the end of the bed and rip that ridiculous bra off you and eat your tits.”

Hot. So hot.
Give me more.

“Eat them, huh?”

“No, but I’d suck so hard you’d feel your heartbeat in them.”

“Like that scares me.” I bite my lip as waves of pleasure approach the shore.

“Fine, I’d shove two fingers up that little snatch of yours and finger-fuck you until you came all over them. Then I’d make you lick them while I drove my double-sized dick inside you and wait until you came to fill your pussy so full you would be dripping me for days.”

I ride my finger, press my clit, and listen to him until I can’t move.

“Oh, God.” I am coming. God, I hope he doesn’t hear, yet I don’t care right now.

I catch my breath enough to form a couple words.

“You are such an asshole.”

“You have no idea,” he groans out.

“Fuck you.” I hang up.

I sit up and snicker at myself. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

***

I finish helping Sonya and Madison print off the applicants for
The Shores Talent Scores
contest in two weeks. Sonya has done her thing with the Internet, and everyone from here to the moon and back is talking about it. She is amazing, and I will admit I am sucking up as much of her wisdom as I can.

Normally during downtime, I am playing on my laptop with Basic Black, whose suppliers were all over the country. I don’t have to do that anymore, though. Therefore, I should focus more on Sweet Things, but honestly, this company is so much easier to manage. It’s all right in one spot. But focusing on it isn’t easy when I keep thinking about
him
.

I knew he would be hesitant, but I didn’t peg him as stupid. And if it were an ‘I’m the man’ alpha head trip he was riding on … Well, he should see that he would be giving me something much more valuable than two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.

I hear his voice, grab the phone, and start talking. “Yes, of course. I will book the flights tomorrow from Indiana for both of you.” I pause, listening to … nothing. “No, I assure you I am much more appreciative than I could even begin to tell you.” I swear I feel his eyes boring holes in the back of my head. “That was never on the table.” I pause. “Wasn’t on the bed, either, silly.” I laugh at … no one. “Well, that depends on how steamy the shoot gets.” I fake a laugh again. “Great, I will email you the tickets on Friday. Talk then. Goodbye.”

I stretch my arms high and spin the chair, smiling, and when the chair is turned completely around, I see Memphis and Billy standing in the doorway.

“Who was that?” Memphis asks.

“Yeah, who was that?” Billy mimics.

Memphis looks at him and snorts.

“What do you want?” I ask, turning away from them.

“What wasn’t on the bed, either?” Memphis asks.

“Shoo, go away. I have work to do.” I throw my hand in the air, shooing them.

“Fifteen minutes to conference room, baby sis.”

Baby sis?
Memphis never calls me that.

“Where’s Tales?” he asks.

“Bathroom,” I answer.
Now go away
.

I hear the door shut and lean back in my chair with a sigh. Then I cover my face and giggle at just how ridiculous I have become.

“Do you think that was fucking funny?”

His voice makes me jump, and the chair tips backward. Arms and legs flailing, I hope to right the situation, but it doesn’t happen.

“Aw, fuck!”

Billy catches the chair and stands over me, looking down.

“Answer the question.”

“Let me up.”

“Not until you answer.” He holds the chair firmly.

“Someone will see you,” I say, trying to scare him away.

“I don’t give a shit,” he snarls.

“You answer the question, then: you or someone else?” I try to adjust my skirt.

“Not them.”

“Wrong answer.” I try to sit up, and he lowers the chair.

“You’re such an asshole.”

“You like to push me, don’t you?”

“You need to whack off or something?” I try to push his hand off the leather.

“Is that what I need?”

“It’s what I needed this morning. Thanks for that, by the way. Hot conversation.” If that doesn’t get him, nothing will.

“You weren’t alone,” he hisses.

“No?” I gasp.

He narrows his eyes and shakes his head.

“Wow, I wouldn’t have called that,” I say as the blood rushes to my head, making me dizzy, or maybe it’s the thought of him. “We are so hot. See what I’m saying? We could light up that—” He pushes the chair up so that I’m sitting safely now. “Thanks. Now, where were we?” I turn in the chair and watch him turn to walk out.

“The answer is no.”

“Fuck you!” I yell as he shuts the door.

I will break him down.

In the meeting, everyone goes over the files as Sonya flips through a PowerPoint presentation. I take the opportunity to reach my foot across the table and rest it right between Billy’s legs.

He freezes, still as a statue, and then I start rubbing my foot across his pants. Lucky for me, he isn’t wearing jeans today; he is wearing khaki cargos.

He clenches his fists as I feel him harden under my foot. Then he looks at me, and I look right back, not caring if he looks pissed or hot or … Damn, he’s hot.

The plan is clearly backfiring, as I get a little squirmy in my seat. I would hate to leave a wet spot.

I start to pull my foot away, but he grabs it and pushes it against his very hard cock. I tug again, and he smirks, looking toward the screen. He appears as cool as a cucumber, and I am as hot as a chili pepper.

Damn him!

I sit with him rubbing my foot back and forth, back and forth across his erection.

I try to pull away when my hip starts cramping, but he continues to hold it still. Damn.

Instead of pulling back, I push forward, and he groans. I can’t help giggling, and he squeezes my foot.

Memphis looks over at me, and I smile and give him two thumbs up. He rolls his eyes and looks away.

It’s excruciating now.

I pull back hard when he doesn’t let go then push forward. I do it one more time, and the chair doesn’t come with me.

“Damn it!” I yell as I fall on my ass on the floor.

“What the fuck?” River laughs. Hell, they all laugh.

“It’s not funny!” I cry out.

My hip is cramped, my ass—oh, dear God, my ass.

“You okay?” Billy asks, standing up, and there he is all … hard.

“Sit the fuck down!” I yell at him.

He looks down and does just that.

“What in the motherfucking hell is going on with you?” Memphis questions, pulling me way too fast.

“
Ouch
! Dammit! Don’t!” The lights come on, and everyone in the room is staring at me. “I think I broke my ass.”

They double over, and I know I am going to start crying. The pain is sharp up my back, and traveling down my leg. It is excruciating and as painful as this whole situation is, it is equally as embarrassing.

Memphis looks at me, and I look away.

“Excuse me.”

I must look like a complete and utter fool when I walk out of the conference room in four-inch heels with a limp caused by a broken ass and a leg cramp.

“Is someone gonna help her?” I hear Billy ask.

What the fuck?

Then I see him at my side. “I’d carry you, but that may draw attention.”

“Like your stupid dick?” I snap.

“If you can’t play with the big dogs, little pup, you should stay on the porch.” He squats, putting my arm around his shoulder.

“That’s really fucking original.”

“Will you just shut the hell up?” He lifts me.

“You made me break my ass.”

“Okay, well”—he leans in and drops his voice—“you may deserve it for trying to break by balls.”

He walks me into my office and tries to set me down.

“No! Ouch! Fuck!” I can’t sit or even try to without it feeling like I’m being sliced.

Memphis walks in. “Is it that bad?”

The waterworks start in front of everyone who is watching from my door.

“I think I broke my ass.”

“Should we call an ambulance?” Xavier asks.

“No, she probably bruised her tailbone. It happens. She’ll be sore for a couple days,” Keanna, River’s wife, says. “I would give it a few hours and see how you feel. I can take you home.”