“Too many clothes,” she grumbled to me, and who was I to argue?
Standing, I quickly took everything off and dropped it in a pile on top of the sea blue thong she’d been wearing. “You’re unbelievable,” I couldn’t help but say, hovering over her.
“Come here,” she beckoned.
Again, not one to upset Billy, I slid up her body, my skin searing along hers. Her hand snaked down and took my length, giving me a squeeze before stroking up and down.
I did take a moment and think about labs and bloodwork to slow my overactive brain. I was about to lose it in three seconds if not. Here I was, with my dream woman, and she was so much better in reality than on the big screen.
Billy continued to stroke me, and my pulse was ratcheting by the moment.
“I want to be inside you,” came out of my mouth.
I thought about the condoms in my suitcase…inconveniently down the hall.
“Nightstand drawer,” was all Billy murmured.
I moved toward the edge of the bed and found a brand-new box of condoms inside the drawer. I looked at Billy and raised an eyebrow.
She said, “Glory, but I have an IUD.”
I shook my head. We needed to be safe, and do this right…
“She wanted me to be prepared, and I can’t really run into CVS for condoms.”
“Finally, something I can get behind Glory picking up for me.” This made Billy chuckle as I ripped open the box and did the deed.
“Do you know how to do that, Doc?”
“Don’t taunt me. This is my specialty,” I teased, finding my way back to hovering over Billy. Leaning on one arm, I guided myself toward her and gently found my way to paradise.
I wasn’t sure who moaned first, but before long we were doing it in unison as I made long, slow draws in and out of Billy.
She brought her feet around to my ass and dug in, and quietly said, “Faster.”
And I did as I was told. I followed her breathy cues until we were both coming apart—not quietly—and I made a note to ask her how soundproofed this place was. But first, I got rid of the condom, came back with a washcloth, and cuddled Willa.
I was still in savor mode, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to leave.
Billy
“You sure this is okay?”
We were eating dinner on my patio for the second night in a row.
Last night we’d had Italian in between mega rounds of playing with the puppy and rolling around in the sheets. Separately from one another, of course.
I’d been as insatiable as Cal had been, and I wondered if he’d been thinking about me all day—like I had been obsessing over him.
Ford had me come in a little later, but the read-through had to happen as planned. We were on a schedule when it came toHalf-Shell, a drama he’d taken on with a vengeance. The highlight of my day had been when I received a picture from Cal on a bike. I couldn’t stop chuckling over the sight of him standing with his bike in the air and the Hollywood sign behind him. He’d texted that Sampson dropped him on Fountain Avenue, and he’d started the trek toward the landmark. He captioned the photo:When in Rome…or LA.
Earlier, I’d been staring at the picture over a mug of green tea when Ford approached. “All good?”
“Yep,” I said, quickly closing out of the picture and stashing my phone in my back pocket.
“You having a good time with your friend?” He’d tried to sound vague and nonchalant, but this was my brother, and I could sense the worry in his voice.
Originally, we’d agreed to keep my friend/guest private; people in Hollywood were starved for gossip. Although Ford was starting to change his mind…but this was my news and I wasn’t ready to share with the world.
