Billy felt that he truly needed to test my theory that I had supe level of horniness for him. I was more than up for the challenge. Well, he was UP for it, but I was more than willing to prove my point. We were careful in putting our dishes in the dishwasher, in fact, if anyone saw the two of us, they'd assume that we were just getting ready for a quiet evening at home.
It was shattered once the dishwasher door closed, because unlike the last time we were in front of the dishwasher kissing, this time I was almost feral in my need for him. Nipping at his neck while my hands started practically tearing his clothing from his body, I smiled into his skin as I felt the breath leave him. Mouth following the removed clothes down his body as more of his skin was bared to me, I was on my knees pulling his pants down when his hands slid through my hair and my eyes flicked up to meet his hooded gaze.
Biting my lip, I tugged off his boxers and smirked as he lifted one foot then the other so I could toss his pants and underwear off completely. My hands slid up the back of his legs, teasing now, slower than my urgency to get him fucking naked in the middle of my kitchen. Swallowing down the need to rush, replaced with the urge push him as close to the edge as I felt with all my clothing still in place taking over. I wanted to repeat our car ride from my tortuous auction date, with the freedom of movement that lacked during that experience. And I did. Pushing Billy to the very edge of the precipice, over and over, wanting to hear the man that I fell in love with beg for me to let him go, let him have what I was teasing him with, to hear him demand me to finish him, to release him from the sweet torment of my mouth, tongue, lips and hear him growling my name through clenched lips and jaw. Because if there was anything that I loved more than Billy Butcher, it was making him want me as much as I wanted him.
"Veronica," ah, there it was, that pleading growl. "Stop fucking teasing," an order. Humming my agreement with him still firmly between my lips, I gave him what he seemed desperate for and I have to say I enjoyed it immensely. His fingers were tangled in my hair as I kissed his inner thigh with a breathless smile. Jesus, I wanted him so badly I could swear I was vibrating with it.
"I have to say," my words were murmured against his skin as I worked my way back up his body. "Dessert is my fucking favorite part of every meal with you, William Butcher."
And then his hands were holding my face still as he kissed the breath out of me completely. I loved that he could care less that I probably tasted like HIM, he wanted me as badly as I needed him and that was completely amazing to me. As was his devotion to making certain that I hadn't exaggerated my superhuman desire for him, and just as I'd made him demand my finish, he kept me moving toward the cliff's edge, and then moved away, maddeningly and torturously over and over, until I was shaking and begging him. Until, finally, both of us were on the brink of insanity and together we rushed over, screaming and crying out one another's names.
Taking a long hot bath together, my back against his chest as we relaxed, I had my head tucked under his chin and felt the vibration of his chuckle. I tilted my head back to look up at him and his smile had me biting my lip.
"I think I've learned my lesson, Ronnie," his lips brushed my forehead while his fingers were sliding down my arms, teasing and raising gooseflesh as they moved to take my hands in his own. I was curious what lesson he'd been taught, but as he would do until the last moment we had together, he seemed to know what I wanted before I said a single word. "Doubting you isn't smart." My lips quirked, fighting a smile. "Can't say I regret the challenge this time," and with that I lost the fight, my smile blooming fully at the reminder of just how carefully we'd worked over that challenge.
Our fingers linked, our skin touching, I wished we could tuck ourselves into this bubble forever. That wasn't doable. And we both knew it. We had work to do, plenty of it, but for the night and each night we could steal for ourselves, we would take advantage of these moments. Every single one.
In my office, which I'd outfitted with a second desk, since Billy refused to take ownership of one for his very own, his badge now worked on my door we sat with matching desks, laptops, phones. And I nearly laughed at how we must look to anyone who might come in, but I couldn't find it in me to give a shit.
"First up is A-Train," I said, updating our shared calendar, making note of each appointment confirmed. "Then Maeve," I heard him huff out a breath and looked up.
"Don't you mean 'Queen' Maeve?" He rolled his eyes, and I snorted.
"Unless I see the country she rules or the nobility of her line, her name is Maeve," I muttered, adding to the calendar as we spoke. "Then Starlight," I sighed. "Did they ever replace The Deep, Translucent, or Black Noir?"
"Sure, they replaced the Invisible Cunt with the Nazi whore." He offered, going through some of the files of the other known and whereabouts known supes. "Other than that? After A-Train got brought back, last I heard they were still doing the fucking idiotic talent searches."
"Then we'll start bringing in the people in those files you're flipping through." I made a note, but his laughter made me look up. "What?"
"Did you know that Starlight had a boyfriend before Hughie?" My brow furrowed, what the fuck did that matter? "Supe named-" he snorted so hard I worried I'd need to call the janitor. "Soldier Boy, for fuck's sake, they don't try hard with these fucking names do they?"
"The point of this riveting stroll through Starlight's past romantic encounters is what precisely?" I asked, flipping through my own stack, adding names to the list that Joseph would be sending out requests for in person meetings.
He was quiet, too quiet so I looked up to see him smirking and a look of mischievous glee in his eyes. "Don't you think Hughie should see where she's been so he can know how he stacks up?"
I raised an eyebrow. "You seriously aren't thinking we should have Starlight, Hughie, and her ex come in at the same fucking time?" His smirk grew into a fucking grin the Grinch would be envious of. "No." I looked back at the list I was compiling. "Absolutely not."
"Too late," he offered, hitting a button on his own computer. "Just sent the request to Joseph to make sure this Soldier twat is brought in same day." My eyes met his and I sighed. "Bound to be entertaining, Doc."
Rolling my eyes, intent on ignoring the absolute fucking happiness he was getting out of making Hughie's life a little more dramatic than it needed to be, but I heard him snort again and looked up worried about what he would possibly come up with next.
"Your mum found out my contact information, Ronnie." What?! "Just got a fucking message from her on the phone. 'Could you tell my daughter that we don't appreciate being ignored.' Not a question, she's demanding, isn't she?" His eyes locked on my wide ones. "Does that count as me telling you?"
I shook my head. The nerve of the woman. Of course I was ignoring her, she and my father had tried to do a fucking intervention on me for my BEHAVIOR. Shit. "It counts, but it doesn't change anything." I sighed and tried to go back to my stack of papers. I could hear him tapping on the phone, but I didn't expect to hear him fucking speak.
"Lo, this is Billy." I looked up to see his dimples creased. Fucker. "Yeah, told Ronnie what you told me to. Yeah, I know. Sure. Uh huh. Will do. Bye." Fuck, why was he grinning so fucking widely?
"Did you just-"
"Agree to have dinner with your parents? Yes." My eyes were going to pop the fuck out of my skull soon. "Told her we'd join her and your dad at the 'club'," he used air quotes and rolled his eyes. "Tomorrow night." Fuck, fuck, fuck.
My mouth dropped open and no sound came out, even though I wanted to ask if he was insane. Or if he really agreed without asking me. Or if he would shoot me NOW?
"It's dinner, Ronnie, and I want them to see that you and me aren't temporary." I rolled my own eyes at that. "Get you off the fucking auction block it'll be worth it, won't it?"