As I eased the door open, I got the first blast of a song as Billie launched into a rendition of a popular 80s track about dancing with somebody. She started low, but by the time she hit the chorus, a chuckle escaped me.
It was nice to know she wasn’t perfect at everything, because even though our girl could write songs like no one’s business, when it came to singing, she was woeful. In an adorable way.
A snort of laughter echoed behind me, and I looked over my shoulder through the open bathroom door that I hadn’t closed yet to find Jace and Angelo standing there, both dressed in shorts. Angelo had a shirt on as well, of course. “She’s really something,” Jace said with a shake of his head. “I actually think she’s gotten worse with age.”
Angelo crossed his arms over his chest, looking less amused. “She’s fucking perfect. Not everyone has to know how to carry a tune.”
That set Jace off again, and he shook his head. “I never said she wasn’t perfect, bro. She fucking is. But let’s be real, the girl lives with four rock stars, and she’s the worst singer I’ve ever heard.”
Angelo’s lips twitched, before he shrugged. "Yeah, the fuck. I can’t argue. My Bella is a goddess, but not in any sort of tonal sense.”
A rumble escaped me. “Ours,” I reminded him bluntly, before I stepped further into the bathroom and shut the door in their faces. The low sounds of their laughter still drifted through to me.
My presence finally got Billie’s attention, and her song cut off as she poked her head out of the shower stall. “Gray,” she gasped, gaze sliding down my body to where my dick was already rising to greet her.
“Little Hedgehog,” I rasped in return. The sight of her soaking wet, water dripping down her face and across her perfect tits, had me completely forgetting that our girl had been butchering a song not two seconds earlier.
Billie pushed the door all the way open and stepped back in a clear indication that she wanted me to join her. “How long have you been in here?” she asked, tilting her head back as I crowded in with her. “I didn’t hear you enter.”
The smallest of smiles appeared on my face. “I can understand why.”
She smacked me on my chest. “Shut up. I’m a songwriter, not a singer, but that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy a good dance ballad every now and then.”
I held both hands up; my palms were almost the size of her damn head, reminding me of the vast difference in our size. A fact I appreciated most of the time. “Baby, everyone should sing for joy, and fuck knows, you are a brilliant songwriter. No one expects you to be able to do everything. All I know is that with you on our team, indie-Bellerose is going to take the damn world by storm.”
Her laugh was gentle as she stepped into me, snuggling closer, and I wrapped my arms around her, just holding her under the rain of water. “All of you can do everything,” she whispered, her words barely audible against my skin. “Jace especially. Fucker has the voice of an angel and can play multiple instruments, and he writes songs as well. Not really fair.”
Yeah, Jace was usually referred to as a musical genius. “Don’t compare yourself to him,” I said. “He’s the exception.”
Billie chuckled. “A truth that he’ll be the first to remind you of.”
“Enough about Jace,” I grumbled. “I want to hear you sing again. Only this time, in a different tune.”
She stilled as her breathing went a little raspier, eyes wide. “I can’t carry a tune,” she whispered, licking her lips.
“Not an issue.”
I kissed her before she could reply, and she opened up for me like she’d been desperate for this touch. My arms wrapped around her tighter, pulling her higher so I didn’t have to bend nearly in half. Billie wrapped her legs around me, groaning against my lips. I was so fucking hard, tingles racing across the head of my cock as it strained to get closer to Billie.
“Baby,” I groaned, “I don’t know if I can wait. Are you ready?”
My size didn’t allow for me to just fuck at will. But Billie destroyed my control, and I was afraid to hurt her.
“So fucking ready,” she moaned, rocking against me. “Please, Gray.”
I released one hand holding her and palmed her ass, sliding my fingers down the crack, thankful for my extra reach so I could touch her pussy. She was wet, thick moisture coating my fingers as soon as I touched her.
Straightening, I returned my hold to her ass cheeks, using both hands to lift her slight frame so I could slide inside her. As ready as she felt and as badly as I wanted to fuck her hard, I took my time with the first stroke, sliding in small increments as her body adjusted. Ready andreadywere two different things with me.
The only pain I wanted to cause Billie was pleasure-pain, not outright breaking her.
“Gray,” she panted. “Slow is for snails, not fucking. Come on.”
A chuckle escaped me. “My impatient little hedgehog. Are you calling me a snail?”
I thrust up harder, and she gasped and dropped her head back, words beyond her. I hadn’t pushed her against the wall, choosing to hold her so I could move her body as I wanted. With that in mind, I lifted her hips so I could fully thrust into her again, the walls of her pussy catching my cock before she relaxed into the movement, and then I was almost fully inside.
I continued this slow—not snail-slow but normal-fucking-slow—movement of lifting her off my cock and then thrusting deep inside, until I could feel her cunt pulsing around me. She made little noises that might have been begging, but it was hard to tell as she gasped and cried with each thrust.
