Billy wasted no time in kicking up the dust that those slacking valets or the grounds man of the club didn't sweep away, and I sat back in the seat with a satisfied smile. Taking a few moments to just relax and revel in being out of that mess, I finally asked what the issue was with work. He laughed, and I stared at him in confusion.
"Nothing." I raised an eyebrow. "Shooting you would have been a mite much, but rescuing you as soon as you got 'bought' that was doable." I asked him how he knew when the bidding on me had stopped and his smile grew. "Paid one of the waiters off, he gave me a call, and here I am."
"Thank you," I sighed, truly relaxing now. No emergency, away from the club, I felt all my tension flow out. "I can go home, order pizza, and watch mindless television or a movie." He chuckled again.
"Your tastes run pretty tame compared to that group you just left." I smiled and nodded, knowing he could see me out of the corner of his eye. "Gonna give me directions to your house?"
I showed him the way, and we got there sooner than I'd expected when my night had begun. Feeling free and happy, I invited him to join me in my pizza at least.
"Sure you don't wanna be alone?" He was in my driveway, the headlights illuminating my garage doors, the porch light casting its own glow at my door. I shook my head. "Talked me into it."
I felt slightly self conscious when I realized that the dress I was wearing was far tighter than the pants and skirts I wore to work, and the slit, fuck's sake that slit. Pushing away the reality that at some point as I climbed the steps to the front porch, Billy's eyes would be on my ass, I managed to unlock the door and step back to invite him inside.
Flipping on more lights as we moved further inside my house, I knew he was surveying his surroundings. "Your house is," I turned to see him smiling. "Very you."
My grin was bright, I knew it had to be, because it was the exact opposite my parents had thought. He was right, my house was cozy and inviting. It looked nothing like the ice museum I was raised in, and it was far more humble than my mother and father expected for me. "Take a seat," I motioned toward the living room. "Or grab a drink from the kitchen first," he could see it through the open doorway leading from the dining room. "I need to change."
"You mean you don't just lay about in that?" His eyes roamed my entire form, from the hair to the toes, lingering on the light dancing off the glitter in my polish. "Shame."
Shaking my head and rolling my eyes, I started for my bedroom. "Get a damn drink, Butcher. I'll be back in a minute." His laughter followed me down the hall and I had to stop my hips from swaying because I knew he was watching me go.
Hair down, comfortable pajamas on, I was laughing at the show Billy had picked on Netflix as we ate our pizza slices. He'd shucked his jacket, kicked off his boots, and was drinking one of the beers left over from the last guy I dated. Our eyes met in the flickering light of the television and I swallowed hard.
"You didn't have to come fetch me," I told him as I gathered up the garbage before another movie could start. "Not that I'm not grateful, but I'm sure you had better things to do on a Saturday night than play knight to my damsel."
He grabbed the napkins and the bottles he'd emptied. "You distracted me, Ronnie, when I needed it most, least I could do was-"
I turned around from where I was tossing the plates in the sink and found him closer than I expected. "Quid pro quo?" His eyes landed on my lips and I felt a rush of something that I knew I needed to fight down. "Guess we're even then."
He shook his head, tossing the bottles into the recycling bin. "Not even close," he muttered, closing the distance and tipping my head back with his finger under my chin, and then his mouth was on mine and I felt the breath leave my lungs.
His mouth tasted like Italian spices, tomatoes, and a hint of hops. My fingers were tangled in his hair, holding his face to mine as his hands roamed down my back and pulled me tight against his body. Someone was moaning, and it could have been me, but it could have been him too. Hell, it could have been both of us, since it sounded loud enough to be in stereo. He pulled his face back slightly, and my eyes opened to see him studying me.
"Wanted to do that for fucking weeks now." I felt his fingers teasing the hem of my shirt, the heat of his hands feeling like they were already under the fabric. "Tastes better when it's not-"
"A means to an end?" I breathed, a slight tilt of his head told me I'd nailed it. "What's this?"
"Fucking need," he answered, taking my mouth with his again. He lifted me into his arms, and I felt him walking away from the kitchen.
I'd left the light on in my bedroom, one of the bedside lamps anyway, and so I knew vaguely that he'd taken me there when we arrived in the dimness. He set me on my feet, and our mouths parted, giving me time to confirm my suspicions. "That dress you had on," his fingers were sliding under my shirt now, and I was unbuttoning his shirt. "One day soon, I wanna touch you in it." A twist of lust hit me hard and fast. He pulled my shirt over my head and exhaled when he saw the lace bra I'd been forced to wear after inviting him to join me for movie night. "Maybe this will fucking do." The pads of his fingers teased the swell of my breast above the lace covering my nipples and my knees started to buckle. "Steady." I pushed his shirt off his shoulders and he had to move his hands so it could drop to the floor. My fingers went to his pants, foreplay could resume when he was naked. And maybe I'd be naked too, we'd see. "In a hurry, Veronica?" Shit, there it was again. His fingers slid into the waistband of my pajama bottoms and yanked them down so they fell to my ankles. Kicking them off as I unzipped the pants that I'd already unbuttoned, I copied him, letting his pants fall to his feet.
I bit my lip, staring at a body that my imagination didn't do justice at creating in my dreams. I touched his shoulders, letting my fingertips slide down his skin, thinking that he was soft and hard at the same time. And Billy let me play, let me explore, uninterrupted and undistracted.
When my fingers touched the top of his underwear he sucked in a breath and I looked up into his eyes. "Tell me what you want, Billy." And he did one better, he showed me.
His mouth met mine, and his fingers were unsnapping my bra and he didn't release me to pull it off. Then came my panties, then his final article of clothing joined the litter of clothes decorating my floor. Lifting me into his arms, my legs wrapped around him as naturally as anything, he walked forward and I was expecting my back to meet my bed, but instead it met the wall next to my closet.
Foreplay wasn't needed, we were both revved up past the point of wanting to wait, and he didn't even need his hands to line himself up with my opening. His sliding into me forced our mouths to part, a groan released from him and a gasp from me. Dear God, how the holy fuck did he-
My eyes met his and my nails bit into his shoulders as he moved, taking the chance that we could handle it since I think we both had doubts. And if his penetration made me gasp, then his first thrust nearly made me scream. Fuck. He went slower than a wall fuck would make someone assume, but dear lord, it felt amazing. The only time our eyes left one another's was when the urge to taste one another took over, but like magnets our eyes would lock again and again.
After coaxing several leg shaking climaxes from me, he turned and my back finally met the cloud that created my mattress, and that's when Billy Butcher went the opposite route from the wall. Hard, fast, and making me have a rush of fear that the bed would collapse from the way we were coming together, it felt like we were locked together for days. Roaring as I screamed through a final orgasm, Billy finally joined me and collapsed on top of me as the raging in my blood seemed to pound harder.
His face was buried against my neck, panting but with a smile that I felt curling against my skin, I shook my head at what led to this moment. We hadn't touched since that one distracting moment in my office, weeks of flirting and laughing and now? This. Whatever the fuck this was.
"Should I go?" He was breathing in the scent of my skin, and his words tickled against me.
"Only if you want to." I whispered, and his smile grew. "I think we should probably pull down the blankets though," his laugh forced me to join in. He'd taken me sideways on my bed, the pillows nowhere near us, but he managed to maneuver us until we were where we needed to be. As he tucked us in, I thought he'd take one side and I'd go to the other, but he surprised me again, pulling me into his body to spoon my back, sharing a pillow.
"Night, Veronica." His voice was quiet, and I could hear the contentment lying in the tone. I turned off the lamp, ignoring the fact that the rest of the house was fully ablaze with lights we didn't turn off, not wanting to leave the warmth of him.
"Night, Billy." I answered, feeling his arm tighten around my stomach and his mouth press against the base of my neck.