I gave it right back to him. “How do you know?”
“Because I’m going to be ready to fuck you in a few minutes,” he said matter-of-factly as he laid me down on the bed and finished undressing me before yanking off his own shirt.
He made good on his promise tofuck me, and I forgot all about the random clothing strewn around the house, the ice cream melting on the counter, and the idea we were not making love.
It was the most delicious evening I’d ever had.
Ford
“What did Mom say?” Billy was listless on the lounger, steam rolling off the cup of coffee sitting next to her on the teak table.
“She won’t take my calls.”
“Ha!” The faux emotion rolled off her tongue as she continued to lie there with her eyes closed.
“Are you going to drink that coffee or are you going to make me make you another one because this one went cold?”
It was a week after I’d begrudgingly left James, a mundane Sunday after the glorious one I’d spent with her, and Billy had popped over on her way to a massage. Maybe I’d asked her to come by… Tomorrow was the Fourth of July, and to say I was sullen was an understatement.
“It’s cooling,” she said without cracking an eyelid.
“I’ll remind you of that when you ask me to fire up the espresso machine again.”
“You asked me over. I am trying to relax before a day of debauchery tomorrow.”
“I asked because I need your help. Not so you can bask in the early morning sun. And you don’t have to go to Moira Winters’ party tomorrow. You could sit here with me and pout.”
“Sorry, but this is paradise back here. If you pout back here, that’s your own problem. And for the record, I’m tired. Been working hard, which means I get to play hard. Moira’s party is the best party, every year. You were invited, I’m sure.”
Ignoring her comment about my being invited, I moved on to her. “You could get a house with your own paradise.”
“I like my condo. Travel too much, work too much for all this upkeep.”
I grabbed my coffee and took a long drink. I liked my house. It was my respite from all the starlet nonsense, which also happened to be why I wasn’t going to Moira’s party. “I work and travel too. You need roots, Billy. A partner.”
“Um, excuse me, but I thought I was here to talk about your needs, big bro?” She finally opened her eyes and shoved on her glasses, sat up, and took a sip of her coffee.
“Mom won’t take my calls. Of course Scotty got to her before I had a chance to set him straight.”
“He’s such a momma’s boy. No matter how hard you tried when he was little, he always succumbed to the pressure to do what she wanted. He is like a total Jekyll and Hyde or whatever they call it. One way with us and a different person with her.”
“He wanted to be in the family business, for lack of a better term. He had to side with her. Going against her would be career suicide. You know that.” I stood and paced, feeling my own anger simmering in my spine. Yet I was the older brother—I always made excuses for both of them.
“Shit, you really got your panties in a bunch. Will you sit down?”
I walked back to my lounge and plopped down.
“Obviously, going a week doesn’t work,” she said with a wink. “You know, a week without a release, now that you got yourself a regular thing. Abstinence is not a good look for you… You’re as tense as a lion in the zoo.”
“Shut up. Stick to what you know.”
“I know about sex and getting it on the good and steady.”
I swore she purred, but I wasn’t breathing life into this conversation with my baby sister. “Well, keep that to yourself, little one. Can you call Mom and see what tricks she has up her sleeve?”
This had Billy bending over and laughing.
“You sound like a hyena. Cut it out. I realize the irony—I’m the oldest son and I need my baby sister to call my mommy for me.”
