This couldn't be real.
That's what Quinn kept telling herself, her mind unwilling to accept what her senses demanded was reality.
Because reality didn't go like this. Real life had rules, limitations. Real life had truths that you couldn't escape.
#1: Billy Darley was NOT her boyfriend.
That was the truth.
But the truth didn't matter. The entire school thought he was and that trumped the truth. Quinn Smith, blind and utterly plain in everyone's eyes, was Billy Darley's girl.
The night Billy had dragged her out of the party, her status as a nobody had been shattered. She was officially a somebody. A somebody that mattered.
#2: She was NOT popular.
Tell that to the thirteen –count them– thirteen girls who'd complimented her shirt in a single day. One day. Thirteen people. She'd gone from invisible to neon in a weekend. No one made fun of her in the locker room; instead they were talking to her. They asked her about herself, about being blind. They included her in mindless chatter. And they asked for her opinion.
Un. Real.
#3: She was NOT sexy.
It was as if someone had rewritten the definition of "sexy" in the dictionary and had forgotten to clue Quinn in. At her locker, she could hear the voices of boys, commenting on her body. And the things they were saying made her want to hide every inch of her skin under a parka. She tried to blame it on her new status as forbidden fruit. Everyone will suddenly want what they can't have. But she couldn't help but notice the very specific qualities she was being praised for. Her hair, her legs…and other parts of her anatomy that she'd never imagined were above average.
But that was nothing compared to what happened after school.
#4: Billy Darley did NOT wait for her in the parking lot.
"You always take the bus?" His voice startled Quinn, causing her jump and grip her cane with white knuckles.
"My god." She whispered, fighting off a laugh as Billy snorted at her reaction. "Do you always sneak up on people?"
"Most people see me coming." He purred back, his voice laced with a smirk. Quinn shook her head, trying to act normal around him despite the crazy notion that everyone thought they were dating.
In order to date someone, you have to go on…an actual date.
"Blind jokes. Original." She teased, biting a lip to hold back her giddy grin. His body bumped into hers as they walked, his low laugh lingering in the air between them.
"It's either that or I call ya Squint." Quinn slumped her shoulders.
"Is there a reason you're harassing me?" She asked, feigning irritation. Billy gave a short laugh through his nose.
"I wanna show ya somethin'." Before she could respond, he was leading her away by her elbow, allowing the continued use of her cane as they went. Obviously he'd remembered the first time he'd forced her to follow him and knew better than to take away her ability to guide herself. This courtesy struck Quinn, the unsaid flustering her more than she would have ever expected.
"Are you taking me somewhere?" She asked quietly, excited at the prospect of being driven around by someone other than her mother. That promised not only a more interesting destination, but a companion who made her wild with anticipation. A trip to the grocery with her mom would pale in comparison.
"Kinda." The vague answer set her grin free. He was teasing. They continued walking in silence, voices chattering around them as people flooded into the parking lot. But eventually Billy slowed, his grip on her elbow vanishing. "You probably don't remember the first time ya rode in my car." He murmured into her ear, waiting as Quinn held out a hand to feel for the vehicle. Her palm met the hot surface and she smiled.
"No memory whatsoever." Billy laughed and a touch grazed her arm, making the hair stand on end.
"The second time was better." He whispered. Quinn blushed. The night of the infamous party, Billy had ended up taking her back to her house. The drive had been full of heavy silence and tension, their chemistry bordering on ridiculous. But to make things worse, when he'd dropped her off a block from her house, Billy had leaned over her from the driver's seat, leaving incredible kisses from her lips to her throat. She'd nearly collapsed in her front lawn.
As she recalled the feeling with a delicious burn in her stomach, Billy moved closer until he was flush against her side.
"Careful." She murmured quietly, running her fingers over the warm metal hood of his car. "People already think you're my boyfriend."
"Course they do." Billy snorted, his body weight settling beside her on the car. Quinn blushed further, nervously playing with a length of her hair. For a moment, he sounded irritated, which she could understand. This was Billy Darley, notorious bad boy. Being associated with her probably brought him down several hundred points on the social food chain.
"Sorry." She whispered, almost to herself.
"Quinn, I broke a kid's nose for ya. Don't do that often." Billy shot back, sliding closer until she could feel his hand near hers on the hood. Then it was gliding up her arm to her shoulder so he could pull her into his chest, his breath was brushing over her neck. The warm air sent small shudders up her spine and she couldn't help but grin. God, he felt good.
"I never did thank you for that." Quinn said, breathless as Billy took her chin in a hand to tilt her in his direction. He'd never touched her like this in front of anyone. It made her heart skip and her stomach flutter. If she thought the rumors were bad now, they'd be terrible tomorrow.
"Yeah ya did." He purred the words into her cheek, his lips like satin against her skin. "Remember the motel?" She had to lean against him to keep from falling, her knees suddenly too wobbly to stand.
"Of course I do." Quinn stuttered. Remembered? She didn't just remember, she fantasized about that night, dreamt about it, and relived it every moment she could. Her nights were filled with mindless hypotheticals. What if she'd slept with him? What would it have felt like? When would it actually happen? How would she feel? Would he be gentle? Or would he be rough? What would the rest of his body feel like under her fingers?
"It's a good thing you're blind." Billy suddenly whispered into her ear, a laugh trailing the statement. Quinn touched his face in confusion, tracing his big grin and stubbly cheeks.
"Why?" Before she could drop her hand, his teeth caught the tip of her pointer finger, giving the digit a quick pinch. The bite sent lightning up her arm and straight to her stomach. He chuckled, his chest rumbling against her shoulder.
"Because then you'd see how many people were starin' right now." Billy whispered. Quinn swallowed, dropping her hand fast and swiping hair away from her face. A blush filled her cheeks as the embarrassment settled in.
"Oh." She muttered, taking a step out of Billy's chest to put distance between them. The last thing she needed was the entire female population out to slit her throat. Billy didn't let her retreat, however, sliding close again to pin her to his body.
"Whatever." He whispered. "Not the first time I've made out with a girl in front of people." Quinn stiffened.
"Well gee, when you put it that way." The anger appeared out of nowhere, hard and hot from a place hidden deep inside of her. "I should be honored to join those ranks." She added. Billy was silent, his breath frozen in his lungs. Then it came out in a whoosh.
"You're jealous." He stated with a note of disbelief in his voice. Quinn ground her teeth, suddenly ready to leave. Leave it to Billy to ruin a perfect moment of fantasy with naked reality. He was not hers. And he never would be.
"No. I am not." She bit back angrier things and stuck with stark lies. Because, really, she was bristling inside and out. There was something oddly primitive and thoroughly stupid about the feeling and she wasn't sure she could admit it to herself, let alone out loud.
"Oh yeah ya are." Billy chuckled lightly, ducking in closer so she could smell him. His scent was like a drug she was addicted to, drawing her in though she wanted to fight back. "Your eyes get dark when you're mad." He murmured, stroking a finger over her cheek. The observation took her off guard. No one ever said anything about her eyes; it was a subject most people avoided, except Billy of course. Where everyone else would tread lightly, he'd tromp through in combat boots.
Quinn scooted away from him again. Crossing her arms, she knew she wasn't proving him wrong. In fact, her body language alone was making his point.
"Fuck." Billy purred his favorite word, turning so that his arms trapped her against the car. Then he pressed in, holding her there as he dipped his head into the back of her neck. "You're so easy to piss off."
"I'm not—" When she tried to protest, Billy exhaled into the skin behind her ear and her body sputtered to life.
"Ya wanna be my girl?" He moaned into her throat. Quinn's inner vixen flexed, adrenaline flooding her veins. Did she?
Yes.
Hell yes.
But saying that would be too easy. He wasn't hers. Admitting she wanted to be his when she couldn't have him was dangerous; and would only put her at a disadvantage.
"Please. You never have just one girl. And, honestly, I don't care. You can mess around with whomever you want." She faked a brave tone, despite the trembling fingers she had pressed into the hood of his car. "Probably doesn't matter much, as long as they've got the equipment." Billy laughed, dark and heavy into her ear.
"I like you angry." He breathed, a hand appearing beneath her ribs to gradually descend her stomach. "I can do whoever I want?" Quinn held her breath to keep from whimpering aloud.
"Yup." She forced the word from her lips, maintaining her flat, even voice like a pro. Billy stopped caressing her belly and turned her around. Now that they were face to face, she felt her bravery leaving her. That was his signature, forcing her to face him. He knew how to rein her in, make her feel exposed and malleable under his gaze.
"Got anybody in mind?" He murmured.
"Maybe." She breathed. The truth? The truth was she wanted Billy more than anything on the planet. Sex had never been important to Quinn, but he'd changed that. Being near Billy was intoxicating and she was dizzy with the prospect of more. Together, they had the potential to be incredible. She didn't have much experience, actually any experience, but she understood what mind-blowing bliss they could share. Not only that, but she felt like a whole person around Billy. He brought out a part of her she'd never encountered. Beneath layers of timid and quiet was a thirsty vixen with a sharp tongue.
Billy leaned in until their lips were brushing, but not touching, a whisper of contact between two tingling mouths. Then he stepped away.
"Get in the car, smartass."
Billy wasn't chatty as he drove. It made Quinn squirm, wondering where it was that they were going. She wasn't worried; she trusted Billy.
It was that trust that was causing her to squirm.
"You know, I don't know you very well." She spoke the thought aloud, playing with the hem of her shirt. Billy shrugged, his shirt rubbing against the leather seat.
"What's ta know?"
"I don't know…what do you like to do? Who do you hang out with?" Quinn's face warmed as she started to fluster. Everything she said sounded girlish and needy. But in her head it had sounded normal for her to know. "I mean, I don't even know where you live." She finished with a shrug of her own, resting her head into the space between the window and the headrest.
"You know where I live." Billy snorted. "You were there." Her face heated further.
"Oh, right." Her voice sounded mousy. "Sorry."
"I hang out with Bodie and Baggy, and you've met those two idiots." Quinn grinned a little at his teasing voice.
"Wait, when did I meet Baggy?" She asked, wiggling in her seat.
"He kinda carried ya to my car the other night." Billy murmured, no doubt smirking. Quinn blushed and covered her cheeks with her hands.
"Oh my gosh." She muttered, embarrassed, as Billy chuckled deeply.
"Relax. I think he liked ya." His teasing forced a laugh from her lips and Quinn shook her head.
"I don't even want to know how I acted."
"You acted passed out." Billy turned the car, Quinn's body weight shifting towards the door. She could tell that he drove fast, but he always took the corners gently. She liked to think he was slowing down for her benefit.
"It could have been worse, I guess." She muttered, pressing a palm to the door handle. Billy snorted in response and the car threatened to become silent once again. "You never told me what you like to do." Quinn murmured.
"What do ya think?" He purred, a hand appearing on her knee. She blushed and pushed the touch away with a shake of her head.
"Come on, you're not the floozy everyone gossips about." Billy let out a bark of a laugh, making Quinn jump a little in her seat.
"Floozy?"
"What? It's a word." She muttered as he continued to snicker. Then he chucked her under the chin.
"Ya talk like an old lady, Quinn." He murmured, his hand vanishing. "I know my social rep and I like it." Billy Darley: manwhore and womanizer. Quinn didn't know how she felt about him admitting that he liked the title. In fact, she felt the familiar heat of frustration rising in her stomach.
"Why?" She asked, hugging herself loosely. Billy shrugged again.
"Because it's easy. If people don't expect a lot, you don't have a lot to maintain." His answer went down smoothly and Quinn relaxed. "Some reputations are harder to keep." He added softly. It didn't take much to understand his meaning.
"Your business." She whispered.
"Yeah." He grunted, taking a turn that forced Quinn closer to him. After a moment, his arm rested beside hers on the median, their skin heating at the contact. "I like cars." Billy murmured. "Like to fix 'em. Tear 'em apart and switch out the parts." Quinn smiled.
"Did you fix this one?" She asked, rubbing a hand over her door. He snorted a light laugh.
"As much as I can. This baby needs a lotta work." Quinn thought about the smooth hood of the Mustang and the smell of fresh leather around her. It was obvious that Billy had put a lot of hard work into the car. The fact that it needed more spoke to a deep dedication.
"It sounds great so far." She whispered, listening to the purr of the engine. Billy remained silent and suddenly Quinn didn't mind the quiet.
Part of her was starting to understand that Billy Darley was just quiet. In school, he'd always been the silent figure in the back of the room, causing chaos only when it was expected. A cruel word here, an insult there, and he could drive any teacher crazy. The more Quinn thought about it, the more his behavior started to make sense. Billy didn't say things just to say things. Everything he did had a second motivation. Whether it was to get kicked out of class or make his friends laugh, he wasn't nearly the two-dimensional bully she'd thought he'd been.
She started to imagine what he'd looked like in the back of that classroom: quiet, calculating, and smart. Chewing her lip, she thought up a picture of a brooding face, young and beautiful, but sharply defensive.
Then she thought about him working in a garage. He liked fixing cars, working hard on a steel body that couldn't judge him, ask him questions, or leave. Quinn sighed softly, a content smile on her face.
Maybe she did know Billy.
"Do ya trust me?" Quinn was mystified by the question, her body breaking out in goosebumps. Billy had stopped the car only a minute earlier, giving her no explanation as to where they were before he'd taken her cane and pulled her from the seat. Holding his hand, she'd inched her way across uneven ground onto a wooden dock. Of course, she hadn't told Billy that she knew it was a dock. She'd kept her mouth closed about what she'd managed to figure out with her senses.
And now he stood behind her, his hands on her waist as he purred into her ear.
"Trust you?" Quinn managed to speak at last, trying her best to hold back the nervous shake in her hands. Although she'd never admitted it out loud, Quinn truly did trust Billy. But the words weren't easy to say, sitting on the tip of her tongue.
"Trust me." Billy caressed her hips with his fingertips. "Ya know, the guy who decked a kid for spikin' your beer?" With a sigh, she gave in. How could she not? Leaning back against his chest, she rested her head on his shoulder and whispered one word.
"Yes."
"Take off your shirt." Even though he'd seductively purred the command in her ear, Quinn started out of his arms in shock.
"What?" Billy chuckled.
"Did I stutter?" Her mouth opened and closed a couple of times before she could gather an intelligent response.
"I can't take off my clothes here!" She didn't mean to shriek, but it came out that way, her voice high pitched from disbelief. Billy was quiet for a moment before she felt a breeze of movement. "What are you doing?"
"Strippin'. Like you should be." He grunted, the sound of a zipper telling her that he was, indeed, doing just as he said. Stripping. Quinn swallowed and wrung her hands.
"Why? What are you—" Suddenly he was very close, breathing against her cheek. His deep voice broke through her chest, vibrating her insides with a thick growl.
"If ya don't take off those pants in the next five seconds, you'll regret it." He sounded hungry, not angry, and Quinn's stomach did somersaults. Her hands shook as she shyly touched her fly. Was she really going to do this? Here?
"Billy…" She tried to speak, but his hands were on her jaw, cradling her head as he pressed feather light kisses into the corners of her mouth. Distracted, Quinn barely noticed when her jeans pooled around her ankles. Her hands were not longer hesitant, grabbing the hem of her shirt to pull it over her head. Only when she stood in only her underwear did self-consciousness pang against her ribs.
"Shoes." Billy demanded, his hands moving down her arms to her hips. Doing as she was told, her socks and shoes were shucked and tossed aside, leaving her barefoot on the docks.
"Should I lay down?" She whimpered, her heart exploding in her ears. This was it, that moment she'd been dreaming about. She was going to lose her virginity to Billy Darley, and it was going to happen on a dock, with water all around them. Her body tingled with excitement.
"Just come 'ere." Billy replied, pulling her flush against him with a tug on her hand. He was warm to the touch, his skin heating hers. Quinn hesitantly raised her hands, letting them trace his face before dropping down his throat. All this time she'd wondered what he was like under his shirt. She'd touched plenty of faces, but her body was the only body she knew. No one else had ever been that close to her, that intimate.
Billy's hands slid down her sides, slipping over and around until his palms cupped her butt through the cotton panties. Quinn swallowed a whimper, her breath picking up speed as he touched her there.
"Still trust me?" Billy growled. Gulping down a mouthful of air, she nodded.
Then suddenly she was off the ground and they were both moving. Falling. Crashing.
Into freezing water.
Quinn screamed and kicked, thrashing around in the water. Even though it was still summer, the ocean would still remain well below seventy, which would keep any normal people from jumping in.
Apparently Billy Darley was not normal.
"OH MY GOD!" She could barely breathe, but she somehow managed to scream as she fought to remain above the water's surface.
"FUCK THAT'S COLD!" Billy let out a string of curses nearby, his splashes growing closer. "Can ya stand?" He asked from beside her, pulling her to him by the elbow.
"No!" She snapped back, shivering wildly.
"I can." He murmured. "Come 'ere." Quinn didn't fight him off when he lifted her onto his hips, her legs wrapping around his waist.
"You're s-s-such-h a j-jer-k." Teeth chattering, she pressed herself into his chest with her hands balled up under her chin. Billy laughed.
"Surprised ya, huh?" He teased. She didn't even bother to respond, nodding against his collarbones. "I thought you'd figure it out."
"I w-was d-d-distracted." She muttered. "I thought…" Then she fell quiet, unwilling to reveal what she'd hoped Billy had planned for them on that dock. But he read her like a book, his hands rubbing down her back until her was holding her butt again, pressing her lower body into his hips. Suddenly the water wasn't so cold. Her jaw had stopped shaking from the chill and her body was adjusting, growing warmer.
"Ya thought I was gonna screw ya on the dock?" Quinn chewed on her lip, trying not to think about the soft bulge she felt against her underwear. Billy tucked his mouth to her ear, his breath warming her cheek.
"I mean, what was I supposed to think?" She replied, circling her arms around his neck. It was strange how comfortable she felt against him like that. He was the only one she could act this way with. He was familiar and comforting. "One second you're asking if I trust you and the next you were demanding I take off my clothes." He laughed.
"Then I threw ya in the fuckin' ocean." Quinn pouted, weaving her fingers into Billy's wet hair. To her surprise, it was short, cut to a few inches. As she played with the choppy ends, Billy didn't say a word, his heart beating against her ribs.
It was perfect. Despite the lack of conversation and soaking wet underwear, Quinn knew she'd never have another adventure like this one. She'd never be so happy in someone else's arms.
Leaning forward, she pressed a tiny kiss to his cheek, the water sloshing gently around them. Then she turned away, dropping her head to his shoulder.
"I think I'm in love with you." She whispered, listening to the coast beat lazily against the dock nearby.
Billy went very still.
"Don't." He grunted. Quinn closed her eyes and wished he'd said something else. Anything else. "Quinn, I'm serious."
"It's not a light switch. I can't just turn it off." She muttered.
"Yes you can. Ya have to." He tried to muscle her head off his shoulder, but Quinn fought to hide from him. If he saw the pain on her face, she'd be humiliated. "Quinn, look at me."
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, his hands went still and fell away. Billy Darley may never apologize, or regret, but Quinn knew he wanted to. She had no trouble escaping him then, dropping from his waist into the icy water.
"I can't, Billy." She hissed, furious with the hot tears biting into the corners of her eyes. Stubbornly refusing to touch him, she began to paddle towards the sound of water lapping against the dock. With any luck she would be able to pull herself out without help.
"Quinn." It took him a minute to call after her, his body splashing through the water as he followed. "Quinn, stop." She didn't want to stop; she didn't want to talk. She wanted to sob hysterically at her own stupidity. Why had she confessed her feelings for him? And to his face? Her throat caught as she replayed his response in her head. "Don't."
"Goddamn it, stop!" He was right behind her when she grasped the side of the wooden dock in front of her.
Maybe if she hadn't tried to pull herself up, the sob wouldn't have escaped her lips. But it did, bursting from her lungs in a sad wheeze. He was on her in a flash, warm skin pressed into her shoulder blades and spine. "Quinn."
"Let go of me." She wasn't sure if he heard her over the water, but he didn't release her. His arms wrapping her in soft strength, he pressed his cheek to her own.
"Just stop. Christ." The burn of salty tears trickled down her face, but she didn't cry. She refused to make another pitiful sound. "Fuck. I hate this shit with feelings."
"Feelings?" Quinn muttered. "Can you even feel above the waist?" He groaned into her neck and she stiffened, wrenching her head in the opposite direction.
"Not right now, no. It's fuckin' freezin' in here."
"Take me home." She snapped. "I'm cold."
"So am I." He growled back, easing them away from the dock. Arms still locked around her ribs, Billy's bare skin was pressed to hers. She could feel the smooth flesh on her back, the tickle of hair from his chest. "But we're not leavin' 'til ya understand me."
"I understand you just fine." Quinn muttered, keeping her face turned away. "You had a hard childhood, so you don't trust anyone. Not even your friends. So you keep everyone at arm's length. You don't want care about anyone."
"Damn right, I don't wanna care." He snarled. "Caring gets you killed, makes you sloppy. Wanna know what would happen if I told any old whore that I loved her? She'd be dead."
"Right, because this is the Wild West and that happens all the time." Quinn hissed, sarcasm flowing from her as easily as tears. But Billy wasn't amused. He whipped her around in his arms in a hard tug, water splashing as they came face to face.
"No, Quinn, because my dad is a goddamn gunrunner. A gunrunner with enemies. And one day, they'll be my enemies. And those assholes wouldn't mind killin' a blind girl to ruin my day. In fact, they'd love it if I had a sweet little wife at home, raisin' kids. Because nothin' changes a man like comin' home to find his son, curled up in his dead mother's lap, cryin' for her ta wake up." Billy's furious voice fell from the air, leaving nothing but shocking silence as Quinn forgot how to breathe.
So much. In a matter of seconds, Billy had told her so much about himself she wasn't able to comprehend it all. A "hard childhood" was a cruel description of his real history. Quinn's chest burned with sympathy and her tears flowed for the little boy, calling his mother's name. Billy had told her that he couldn't love. And for the first time she understood why. It wasn't some ploy to fend off commitment and remain the bachelor.
He couldn't go through the pain of losing someone he loved again.
"Billy." She whispered, stroking his cheek with a hand. "I'm sorry." He leaned against her palm, asking for more of the comfort without having to speak a syllable. "I didn't know…"
"No shit. No one does." Billy muttered. "Bones kept it quiet. Said she ran off so the cops wouldn't come sniffin' around."
"I'm so sorry." Quinn cooed but he pulled from her touch, sighing angrily over her shoulder.
"Just…" His big hands cupped her face, thumbs stroking away what remained of her tears. "…don't say what ya said anymore. Because you can't." Quinn nodded, even though it made her chest hurt. It didn't matter if she said it or not, she loved Billy; possibly more, now that she knew about his past.
"Okay." With a satisfied sigh, he touched his forehead to hers.
"Goddamn it, Squint." Billy pressed a large palm to the base of her spine. A grin tugged at the corners of her mouth as their bodies met in the most intimate of places.
"I'll let that one slide." He hummed his approval into her neck, his hips starting to move subtly under the water.
For a while they stayed that way, intertwined in the water as the afternoon moved on around them. Quinn lost herself in the quiet, thinking about the little boy Billy had once been. How old had he been when he'd lost his mother? How many years had it taken for his childish innocence to vanish?
Billy broke her train of thought when his mouth started to explore the nape of her neck, shooting shivers down her back and arms. She tilted her head to open up for him and he chuckled, sucking gently at the skin.
"Ya know, I've been naked in here the whole time, and ya haven't touched me." Billy purred, trailing kisses from her ear to her shoulder. Quinn's face started to heat up.
"I'm pretty sure I'm touching you now." She laughed, her hands threading through his hair as he continued to worship her throat.
"I mean, I want ya to look." Quinn's smile slipped from her face, her heart skidding to a stop in her chest. Billy kissed her shocked lips, a snicker whispering through his nose. "I wasn't kiddin' when I said I wanted you ta look at me."
"Where?" It was a dumb question, but it popped out of her mouth in a moment cluttered with confusion. She knew exactly where she wanted to feel. She wanted to feel every inch of his long, toned chest and the hard muscles in his back. Quinn wanted to know all of him.
"Anywhere ya want, baby." Billy growled, nibbling along her jaw as he lifted her higher on his waist. Swallowing her nerves, Quinn nodded.
First were his shoulders. As she'd suspected, they were hard and muscular, reminding her how strong Billy really was. The wet skin led her lower to his chest; there it was softer, his body lean but relaxed under her touch. When her fingers tangled in the dusting of hair between his pecks, Billy let out a hard breath, his throat humming with a repressed groan. Quinn wanted to know what he sounded like when he let loose. Would he snarl like a beast or groan in delirium?
She ventured lower to his abdomen, feeling each hill and valley of his physique, the hard flesh flexing and relaxing with each breath he took. The water made him slick and Quinn imagined running her lips his stomach, tasting the liquid as it dripped off his sculpted figure.
From there, she swept her hands to his hips, the narrow bones lined with muscle, leading her towards his spine. Billy moaned into her ear as she touched his back, her hands sloping down until they met the smooth, solid cheeks of his butt. Mimicking Billy's example, Quinn put one in each hand, amazed at how they flexed beneath her touch.
"Ya like my ass?" He purred, flexing it again as she replied with a squeeze.
"Maybe a little." She teased. In a smooth movement, Billy pulled her legs around his waist, holding her head in one hand to bring their mouths together.
"I want you." He growled. Quinn panted, her pulse shooting through the roof at his throaty confession. "Right here. Right now." His body molded perfectly against hers and her heart had no reason to refuse. Even if he vanished tomorrow, Billy Darley was hers for the moment. And she wanted him. All of him.
"Okay." She whispered, squeezing his hips closer with a flex of her legs. He moaned into her neck and held her butt in his hands, lighting her up like kindling. After a moment of lustful grinding, he grunted, lifting his head.
"It's too cold." He muttered with frustration. Quinn gave a whine of disappointment and Billy pulled back, planting a searing kiss on her lips. With his mouth, he showed her how badly he wanted her. He nibbled her bottom lip with his teeth before he slid his tongue beside hers, their moans mingling in the quiet. Each kiss held a promise of more, revealing how he planned to take her, fill her, and bring her to the edge of exquisite madness. When they parted for air, Billy smoothed her hair from her face and panted.
"If I wasn't freezin' my nuts off, I'd be inside ya right now." He growled. Quinn sighed, a goofy grin on her face.
"You have such a way with words."
When Billy laughed, it was loud and real, warming Quinn from her head to her toes in the chilly ocean water.
Erm, so I'm a terrible for making you wait so long. I apologize PROFUSELY for it. But I've been severely uninspired as of late, and I'm too picky to just slap up any old chapter for you guys to read. So, hopefully, all that waiting has paid off and I hope you enjoyed! Love to all my readers! You're absolutely amazing and I would BEAR HUG you all if I could. Hit me up on tumblr [ .com] yo! I love hearing from you all. :)
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