Chapter 18
We turned off the highway, and he reached over to touch my knee. “I know you’re tired, but . . . ummm, would you like to come up to my room?”
“I’d love to.” No hesitation was required. It didn’t matter how tired I was; I’d make time for Billy.
His magnificent grin dazzled me, and I smiled back at him. The two of us were like giddy teenagers, and soon we broke out into fits of laughter. As I wiped my laughter tears away and his melodic chuckle filled the car, I reminded myself once again of just how lucky I was.
He drove the truck down to the hotel parking garage, and as he pulled into his designated parking space, I recalled the time Henry had brought me down here and how I didn’t want Needledick to see me with a man.
This time, however, I didn’t care what he thought.
I wanted to walk right alongside Billy and be proud of the man at my side. My chest swelled at that decision, and as we hopped out of the truck and met at the hood, our hands wove together like they were meant to.
In comfortable silence, we walked up the ramp and onto the steps. At the top of the stairs, the glass doors slid open, and I made a show of sniffing my rose as we strolled hand in hand across the lobby.
For the first time in . . . probably ever, I wanted Needledick to see me, but he wasn’t there.
The lobby was empty and eerily silent. I had no idea where he was, and I didn’t care either.
The elevator dinged open, and we stepped in, and with Billy at my side, I pressed the button for my floor. When the doors shut, I leaned across the gap between us and closed my eyes, and a heartbeat later, our lips met.
I had intended for it to be a brief kiss, but the second we touched, and I inhaled his sexy scent, it was like I was possessed. I moaned and parted my lips, allowing his tongue entry. His breathing increased, and as our kiss deepened, a lovely tremor purred through my insides. Billy knew how to ignite all my senses.
Our kiss ended, and I reluctantly pulled back, but the lust in Billy’s eyes confirmed he’d felt the same fireworks I had. I cleared my throat and twirled the rose in my fingers. “So . . . I’ll see you in about twenty minutes.”
“Come up whenever you’re ready. I’m in room thirty-two.”
“Okay, I won’t be long.” At my apartment, I filled a glass with water for my rose and positioned it in the center of my table. This was the first time a man had ever given me a flower, and I now understood why such a thing was considered so special. I smiled and stood back to admire the rose’s beauty. The way Billy had presented it would probably make it the most special flower I’d ever receive.
I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and stood out on the balcony for a couple of minutes, giving Billy time to get to his room. Lovely butterflies danced in my stomach at the prospect of going up to my hunky cowboy.
I yawned again and decided I needed to keep moving before sleep took hold completely. I just hoped I didn’t yawn once I was in his company.
I grabbed my bag and strode out of my apartment. Billy answered the door at my first knock. The towel in his hand confirmed he’d just stepped from the shower. My timing was perfect. His slicked-back hair made him look so damn sexy, my breath caught. “Am I too early?”
“Not at all.” He stepped aside, and I entered the room.
I crossed the carpet, tossed my bag on the table, and turned to him. Billy wore jeans and a white T-shirt, and I stepped up to him, placed my hands over the pecs bulging through the T-shirt, and smiled. “You look incredible.”
His eyes dazzled, and he looked at me like I was a goddess. My whole body glowed under his gaze. He tossed the towel aside, glided one arm around my shoulders, drove another through my hair, and pulled me in for a kiss.
It wasn’t a slow, tentative kiss—this one was driven by passion. Passion and a whole lot more—desire, lust, longing . . . all of it tumbled into one, driving my mind and body crazy.
I wanted this hot cowboy on me, and in me. Now.
Fumbling with the button and zipper on his jeans, I was grateful he didn’t have his fancy belt buckle on this time. I peeled the denim open, glided my fingers across the taut muscles between his hips, and fed my hands into his T-shirt. The warmth of his flesh was heavenly as I curled my hands up his torso and helped him out of his shirt.
I sucked his nipple and gently nibbled the hardened bud. Billy sucked air through his teeth and clawed his hand through my hair. As I repeated the move, I glided my fingers into the elastic of his jocks, curled them under his cock, and released that glorious beast from its constraint.
I stepped back to admire his hard-on. . . his cock was the greatest masterpiece on earth. Billy was exquisite in every way. Highly toned muscles in all the right places, narrow hips that fed into designer jeans, and a cock that protruded from the zipper, large and proud and with a slight curve to the left, begging me to touch it.
With Billy’s molten eyes on me, I stepped back, and my fingers trembled as I stripped out of my clothes as quickly as I could. Naked, I stepped forward again, fell to my knees, peeled his jeans to his ankles, and with one hand around his cock, I glided my tongue around his swollen crown.
Billy dug his fingers into my shoulders, and I inhaled glorious scents of both soap and hot-blooded man as I sucked him into my mouth. His cock pulsed along my tongue, growing and swelling. The power I had over him had my insides pulsing out a heady beat.
Warmth blazed through me, down my spine, between my legs, and deep inside my body. I curled my tongue across his shaft as I slipped my lips down, drawing him into my throat. I reached around to dig my fingers into the muscular flesh of his derriere, squeezing the perfect mound in my hand.
I drew back, gliding my lips up his shaft, and as I rolled my tongue around his crown, I looked up at him. His eyes were glazed; his dark pupils almost swallowed his gorgeous honey-colored irises, but when he clenched his jaw and sucked air in through his teeth, I knew he could see me.
A pearl of semen bubbled at the slit in his crown, and I moaned at the gloriousness of it. I made a show of curling my tongue around his swollen head, gradually getting closer to the tempting treat.
It was hard to know what to watch . . . what I was about to lick or his eyes watching me. I glided my tongue over the semen and then probed the hole, seeking more.
His cum was salty and sweet, not entirely delicious, but not nasty either. As Billy dug his fingers into the flesh at my shoulders, I continued to have my way with him, sucking him into my mouth, rolling my tongue around his shaft, and lapping up tasty droplets as soon as they appeared.
Billy was putty in my hands, and the sizzling sensations coursing through me confirmed I loved every moment of it, too.
Soon my greedy pussy demanded attention, and I eased back. Billy hooked his hands under my arms and launched me to my feet. He pulled me in, wrapped his arms around me, and glided kisses down my neck. His lips and tongue teased my flesh, drawing out tantalizing goosebumps.
His warm hand squeezed my boob and pinched my nipple hard. He wasn’t the sweet gentleman I’d had before; he was different—as if he’d been gripped with a passion that dominated his moves.
Our raw desire for each other drove me crazy, and I grabbed his hand and fed it between my parted legs. He took my invitation, and from the moment his finger slipped inside me, I launched into another glorious, sensation-filled world.
My body took over. Shudders of pleasure rolled through me, starting deep inside my pussy, and pulsing to every one of my nerve endings. I gasped for air and bent my knees as he drove two fingers into me with perfect repetition.
The build-up was magnificent, taking me to that exquisite edge of gloriousness. My insides clenched around his fingers. My tongue sought any part of his flesh I could taste. My hand wrapped around his rock-hard cock and pumped with a wild abandonment to match his probing fingers.
An orgasm ripped through me, and I threw my head back, gripped onto his torso, and gasped as waves of pleasure pulsed from my pussy. Over and over, my juices spilled across his hand and down my legs.
I panted for breath, and my knees trembled as Billy placed his hands on my hips and guided me toward his bed. He lay me down gently, and as I enjoyed the post-orgasm pulses throbbing through my body, he tore open a condom packet with his teeth and rolled the rubber onto his magnificent erection.
I wriggled up the bed, centering myself on the covers and giving Billy room. As I parted my legs, he crawled up toward me. He leaned forward, placed one hand beside my breast for support, and with his other hand, guided his cock to my hot zone. He paused there, his eyes glazed, lost to another world, then as he sucked in a breath, he pushed his beast into me.
He filled me so completely like he was meant to be there, and then he stopped. Billy reached for my ankles and pulled my feet up so they rested on his shoulders, bending me at a ninety-degree angle.
It was a little uncomfortable, but a lot of incredible.
When he leaned forward, raising my bottom higher off the sheets, he placed his other hand on the bed and hovered above me like a muscular warrior who’d captured his conquest.
He could capture me like this any day.
His cock was deep, deep inside me, and I tried to keep my eyes open, eager to watch the magic happen. His muscles rippled with each movement, bulging and flexing in time to his thrusts. His tongue glossed his lips, and his breathing grew faster. His penetration increased, ramming me over and over, building my next orgasm with expert timing.
I clawed my nails up his back and squeezed my eyes shut as his jackhammer slammed into me. Billy was out of control, thrusting into me with a ferocious intensity that I hadn’t seen from him before. It was fast and hard and out-of-this-world incredible.
I screamed as my orgasm shot through me, spilling my hot come around his plunging cock. Billy released a primal growl and slammed his hips forward again and again and again.
The hardness in his face relaxed, and after a while, he opened his eyes. “You okay?”
I smiled and reached up to place my hand on his cheek. “Of course.”
He curled his right arm around my leg, unhooking my ankle from his neck and allowing me to lower my foot to the bed. He repeated the move with his other arm and rolled onto his side. I wriggled into his embrace and trailed my fingers over his abs, tracing out the chiseled muscles. His breathing gradually returned to normal, as did his heartbeat, and it was a blissful dream finishing this way.
“Jane, I want to ask a question, but you don’t need to answer straight away.”
I stiffened. Oh Lordy. . . Is he about to propose? My mind went crazy, and I sucked in a shaky breath and I forced myself to calm down. “Okay,” I finally managed to say.
“I’d like to take you out to my farm to see where I live. To see my home, my horses, and my folks. Please think about it, and you can tell me when I’m here next time. I’m due back in a couple of weeks.”
Both relief and worry strangled my emotions with equal intensity. I was grateful he’d offered me time to think about his request.
“Okay. I’ll think about it.” As I breathed in deep, I realized this was the most logical next step in our relationship.
Oh, God, are we in a relationship?
That thought shattered all the wonderful feelings that had been coursing through me just moments ago.
Not because I didn’t want to be in a relationship with Billy. Lord no.
It was because I was also seeing several other men. I’d officially slipped into two-timing, or in reality, multiple-timing.
That realization threatened to split my heart in two.
With my brain about to crack open with horrid, frenzied thoughts, I pushed up onto my elbow, gave Billy a quick kiss on his cheek, and slid off the bed.
I put my clothes on as quickly as I could and reached for my bag.
Billy was on his side, a pillow covering his groin, and I blew him a kiss, walked to his door, and exited the room. On autopilot, I made it to my apartment and took a long, hot shower. My brain was a crazy scramble as I weighed the pros and cons of his request.
After my shower, I put on my PJs, reached for my diary, and turned to the 15th of November. At the top, I wrote Cowboy Billy, Room 32.
Beneath his name, I listed in great detail all about my wonderful day with him and his glorious horse, Gypsy. My pen couldn’t keep up with my brain as I relayed our fiery sex, and finally, I outpoured my concern over his question. By the time I finished writing, I’d filled two pages, and I still didn’t have an answer for Billy.
Whilst the idea of seeing the real man behind the Gold Coast version I’d met many times over was exciting, the thought of meeting his family and stepping further into a relationship with him scared me.
Not because I didn’t want Billy—no, he was still very, very high on my want list. But there were other men I liked, too. A lot.
Next to Billy’s name at the top, I wrote, Breaking all the Rules.
I snapped the diary shut and flopped back onto my bed.
As I stared at the ceiling, I found it impossible to comprehend that this time last year, the men in my life were as scarce as my diamond rings. Now I had so many to choose from, my head spun with the possibilities.
I stood, pulled back my covers, and climbed into bed. As I tugged my sheet up to my chin, pictures of all the wonderful men I’d met this year flashed across my closed eyes like they were on a roulette wheel.
I jumped at the sound of my phone, and groaning, I crawled out of bed, tugged it from my bag, and glanced at a number I didn’t recognize.
I jabbed the green button. “Hello?”
“Hi, Jane, it’s Richard Thompson here. Sorry to bother you, but the executive board would like to arrange another time to meet with you.”
Oh, faaark.
My heart pounded so fast it was a wonder I didn’t pass out. “Okay.” More words wouldn’t formulate.
“Would next Friday suit you, the 25th, at say, ten-thirty?”
I swallowed. “Okay,” I repeated, barely able to breathe.
“Perfect. We shall see you then.”
I stared at the phone long after he hung up. I put the phone on my bedside table, crawled back into bed, and rolled onto my side.
But as I stared wide-eyed at my spare pillow, there was very little chance I’d fall asleep.
I thought my world was messed up before, but now I’m totally screwed.