Chapter 3
What the hell am I thinking? Maybe the two glasses of champagne I’d had before we’d left Billy’s room were driving my crazy thoughts.
I should have a glass of water.
“Would you like me to order a bottle of wine?”
“Okay.” Oh dear, I’m in trouble.
But as I watched Billy scour the wine list with intense concentration, I was happy to tumble into as much trouble as he offered.
“Sauv Blanc, right? Do you have a preference?”
“Yes, that’s right, and no, you choose.”
The waitress arrived again, and Billy ordered a bottle of Oyster Bay Sauvignon Blanc, which was just fine with me. We placed our meal orders, and the second the waitress left, we picked up our conversation where we’d left off.
Everything was perfect, from the setting to the wine, to my steak to my smoking-hot date. We laughed, we talked about serious stuff, like climate change and the cost of fuel, and we talked about families. I told him about my parents, and it must’ve been something I said or the way I’d said it because he cocked his head and frowned. “You’re not close to them, are you?”
I sighed, unsure whether I wanted to divulge the truth, but his sincerity and the way he looked at me cracked through my defense shield. With my fingers gliding up the stem of my glass, I wondered just how far back I should go.
He reached over and placed his hand over mine. “You don’t have to talk about them if you don’t want to.”
Billy was a true gentleman. It was a pity that couldn’t be said for the first man I’d offered my heart to. “Many years ago, I was engaged to a man named Alexander.” I looked into Billy’s eyes, searching for the disgust I thought would be there, but it wasn’t. In fact, it was the opposite. Billy looked as interested as he was concerned. “We were engaged for three years before I found out he’d cheated on me.”
“Ohhh.” He shook his head. “Bastard.”
That was the first swear word I’d ever heard from Billy, and it was the perfect one to describe Alexander.
“Yep. But it wasn’t just with one woman—it was dozens of women, and even worse, one of them was my best friend.”
“Best friends don’t do things like that.”
“True. I learned that the hard way, though.”
His frown deepened. “What does this have to do with your parents?”
“Right. When I broke off my engagement, I couldn’t stand living in Mildura anymore—every woman I saw made me wonder if they’d slept with him. So, when I was offered this position at the hotel, I jumped at the chance to move one thousand miles away from my hometown. But my parents didn’t stop seeing Alexander. My dad actually goes fishing with him, even after everything he did.”
The horror on Billy’s face perfectly suited the story. “I can’t believe that.”
I shrugged. “It’s true, and next Friday, I fly home for Dad’s sixtieth birthday, and Alexander will be there.”
“Where? At the party?”
I nodded.
“Oh. That’s awkward.”
“Not anymore. I’ve made peace with it. But I hope he’s damn uncomfortable.”
“Good for you.” He held up his glass. “Here’s to moving on.”
“I’ll drink to that.” We chinked our glasses together, and as we sipped, I melted into his gorgeous honey eyes. I’d never seen eyes like his before, and it made me wonder what the rest of his family looked like. I placed my glass down. “Tell me about your parents.”
“You’d love them. Dad’s a real salt-of-the-earth type of guy—he’s always helping me out with the land. They lost everything they owned a decade or so ago after Dad made a few poor decisions with his finances.” Billy shrugged off the confronting story as if he was talking about losing a winning bingo ticket. “Because I built a house for them on my land, he feels like he owes me. But of course, he doesn’t.”
“And your mom?” I sipped my wine.
A cute smile formed on his lips. “She, too, thinks she owes me, and despite my constant objections, she’s always doing my cleaning and washing. It’s nothing for me to come home after twelve hours on the land to find dinner in the oven. I don’t know what I’d do without her. But don’t tell her I said that.”
He laughed, and although I laughed too, the scenario he’d described was one I couldn’t comprehend. Breaking free from my parents was one of the best decisions I’d made. I couldn’t imagine living within walking distance of them.
As Billy carried on talking about his parents, two things became clear—firstly, his devotion to them was unequivocal, and secondly, I was going to need another bottle of wine.
I waved at the waitress and pointed at the bottle. She nodded, and I smiled back at Billy, who was still talking. As the hours rolled on and I sipped my wine, Billy told stories of life on the land. It was obvious he loved every second of it. He, too, was a salt-of-the-earth kind of guy.
The staff were clearing the tables around us when we decided it was time to pay the bill. After a brief discussion, in which I was unyielding, Billy conceded to splitting the bill between us.
As we headed toward the hotel, he draped his arm around my shoulder, which was a good thing because the wine I’d gulped had gone straight to my head the second I’d stood up.
Billy said something funny, and a serious case of the giggles struck me. Soon, I was both giggling and snorting at the same time. So unsexy. But I couldn’t stop. He laughed with me, although I was pretty sure we weren’t laughing at the same thing.
We made it to the elevator without incident, and the second the doors closed, I pushed him against the wall, and as his hands found my breasts, I pressed my tongue into his mouth. The sexual desires that gripped me hours earlier were back.
Our lips were still locked together when the doors opened. He curled his arm around my waist and led me out of the elevator. Thank God he was guiding me, or I would have led him straight to my apartment without even thinking.
He opened his door, and the second the door closed, he pressed my back against the wall. Our lips locked together, our tongues probed, and our hands explored each other’s bodies.
I only realized he’d undone the belt at my waist when my dress fell aside, and his hand cupped my breast. My nipple hardened under his touch, begging him to squeeze it. He must’ve heard my silent pleas as his fingers tweaked my sensitive bud, gently at first, but as our kiss grew heated, he pinched harder.
I fumbled with his belt buckle, desperate to release the bulge from in there, but the buckle was a labyrinth, foiling my attempts. I grumbled and, with my hands on his pecs, pushed him back. “How do you get into this thing?”
He chuckled, and with the flick of his wrist had the buckle undone. I seized the moment and pulled on the belt, drawing it out of the loops until it hung between us. His eyes met mine, and the heady excitement shimmering in them was an incredible aphrodisiac.
I tossed the belt aside, and it fell with a loud thud to the floor. Stepping back toward him, I tugged his shirt from his pants, and as I undid his buttons, he played with my breasts, cupping them in his hands as if assessing their weight.
Every time Billy’s glorious body was revealed, my breath escaped me. He truly was a masterpiece. Each muscle was formed with detailed precision. His hairless flesh was the perfect shade of bronze, and his nipples were hard pebbles pointing right at me.
I leaned in and licked them, first one, then the other, and as I trailed my tongue around the hardened flesh, I undid his pants button and unzipped him.
He stepped back and bent over to pull off his shoes and socks, and his pants fell to the floor. As he kicked them aside, I took a moment to witness my sexy cowboy. Men’s physiques did not get much hotter than that. His cock was a thick rod that pointed up to his navel in his red jockey underpants, and his crown teased me as it bulged from the top of the elastic.
It was deliciously enticing.
I ran my hand up his swollen cock, and as Billy reached for my shoulders, he sucked air through his teeth.
He wove his hands into my dress and eased it off my shoulders. The heavy fabric fell to my feet, and I kicked it and my stilettos aside. We stood facing each other, wearing only our underpants. His eyes cruised up my body, and my flesh tingled beneath his gaze. My nipples hardened even further, and my purring insides confirmed I liked his attention.
Billy stepped forward and placed his hands on my waist. Our lips came together, and from that second on, our restraint evaporated. I closed my eyes and pushed my tongue into his mouth, wanting to taste more of him.
He curled one hand around my neck, drawing us closer, and his other hand squeezed my breast and twirled my nipple between his fingers. Shudders of pleasure rippled through me as we moaned in unison.
Our bodies moved together in a lust-fueled dance, and my hands had a mind of their own. I sought the bulge in his pants, curled my fingers into the elastic of his jocks, and released his mighty beast. Billy bent his knees as I cupped his balls and marveled at the weight of them.
His testicles filled my hand, and I alternated my attention from them to his rock-hard shaft. As I curled my fingers around his cock and glided up and down, he fed his hand into my pants. I parted my legs, allowing him entrance, and his finger slipped into my pulsing hole, sending glorious shivers through me.
“Oh, Billy.” His name whispered off my tongue and felt so right.
“Jane.” He moaned after saying my name, and I bent my legs, opening myself up and giving him more. As he probed my pussy, pushing his finger in and out, I played with his cock, gliding my hand up and down his full length. We worked together, pleasing each other, and it was as if we’d been performing this act for years.
He knew exactly where to touch me, and based on his moans and body movements, I was pleasing him, too.
Billy stepped back and whipped his underpants off.
Following his lead, I did the same.
He cupped my cheeks. “Can I make love to you?”
His throaty tone made my heart and body melt. “Oh, yes please.”
He grabbed my hand and led me to the bed. “I’ll be back in a sec.” The muscles in Billy’s bottom bulged and flexed with each step he took toward the bathroom.
I wriggled up the bed and as I lay back, I savored the delightful pulses throbbing through me. Billy returned with a condom fitted onto his erection. He crawled onto the bed and positioned his knees between my parted legs. His pupils were dark discs, wide and excited, and as he trailed his hands down my thighs, I raised my bottom off the sheets, showing him everything I had.
Billy’s tongue glossed his lips, as he drove a finger into my throbbing pussy. The intensity on his face was exquisite, as were the sensations racing through me. He added a second finger and pushed them both into me with a twisting, repetitive motion. His eyes devoured me with their intensity as every plunge of his fingers sent rockets shooting through my body.
“Yes!” I cried out as an orgasm ripped through me. It was fast, explosive. Incredible.
I gasped for air as he plunged over and over, drawing out every last drop of my climax.
As my chest rose and fell, catching my breath, he wriggled forward, aiming his cock at my opening. I propped up on my elbows, wanting to see his rod glide into me, and our eyes met. The unspoken vibes that crossed between us were incredible, giving depth to the already wonderful sensations running through me.
He guided his hips forward, and I lowered my eyes to watch him enter me. Watching his cock, as well as feeling it push into me, sent firecrackers through me. My whole body came alive as my pussy swallowed his full length, taking him until he had no more to give. It was extraordinary to witness, and once again, I was reminded of how much I liked being a voyeur.
With his hands on my knees, he pulled out, and the two of us witnessed the most thrilling display of our carnal bliss. At the very tip, he pushed in again, and each time he repeated the move, his eyes rolled back and his breathing grew deeper.
His cock was slick with my juices as it plunged in and out. The glorious spectacle had an orgasm building inside me that reached greedy heights. I flopped back, and clutched the sheets, as another climax ripped through me.
Billy continued to thrust, drawing out every last ounce of my orgasm. The sensations were raw and true, taking my body to another glorious world where I knew nothing but the wonderful sensations running through me.
Billy leaned forward, pulling my knees up with him, and he placed his hands beside my shoulders. His amazing biceps bulged with his weight. He leaned in to kiss me, and as our tongues danced, he continued to thrust in and out. I curled my hips in time, matching his movements as if we’d been practicing this for years.
Soon, our mouths drifted apart as our breaths grew rapid. He rocked back and forth. Plunged in and out. Every muscle in his body tensed, and a fine sheen covered his delicious flesh.
A deep rumble erupted from Billy’s throat. His plunging became harder, faster. He clenched his jaw, and I knew he’d arrived at the point of no return. Just knowing that tilted me over the edge, and I dug my fingers into his ass and gasped as a third orgasm shuddered through me.
Billy groaned, deep and primal, as he plunged into me with several pounding thrusts. He slowed down and softened inside me. He opened his eyes, and it seemed to take a little while before he was able to focus.
Our eyes met, and for a moment, I thought he was going to say something. Instead, he leaned forward to kiss me. Then he rolled over to my side, and I curled into the nook of his shoulder and rested my hand on his chest.
His heart galloped, and as I lay there, listening to the steady beat, I relaxed into our after-sex embrace. It was perfect. Billy was perfect. Everything was perfect.
I propped up onto my elbow to look at him, and he smiled at me. “Thank you for a wonderful evening.”
“Yes. Thank you.”
I kissed him. Just a simple kiss before I crawled back off the bed.
“Would you like to stay the night?”
Billy’s question caught me off guard, and I spun to him wide-eyed. “Oh, ummm?—”
“It’s okay.” He must’ve seen my shock. “Maybe next time.”
“Yes, maybe next time.” I set about redressing, and when Billy went to the bathroom, I tried to analyze why his question had startled me. As I searched my brain for a plausible reason, I realized there really wasn’t one.
He returned from the bathroom in a pair of shorts and a stunning contented smile on his face. “Thank you for a great night. Would you like me to walk you to your room?”
“No, thank you. That’s not necessary.” I gathered my clutch from the table. “Good night, Billy.” I stepped over and kissed his cheek before I made my way to the door.
“Good night, Jane. See you again soon.”
I strode the short distance to my room and went straight to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and undressed. My body pulsed to lovely throbbing sensations as I stood under the warm cascade.
Afterward, I dressed in my cotton pajamas, sat on the edge of my bed, and reached for the diary. I turned to the 12th of October and wrote Cowboy Billy Room 15 at the top.
I wrote about our wonderful evening together, the incredible sex, and how thrilling it was to watch his enormous erection plunging into me.
With that thought, I wrote Maximum Exposure beneath his name at the top.
I put the diary aside, and as I curled under the covers and rolled onto my side, I imagined falling asleep in Billy’s magnificent arms.
It was a wonderful way to let sleep take me to another world.