Standing from her chair, Kendra begins collecting dishes from one end of the table, Jack starting on the other.
The table falls into separate conversations, and I take full advantage of the distraction. “Meet me outside the guest room in a couple of minutes.”
Billie shakes her head, although the heat behind her eyes doesn’t match her body language.
I rise from my chair before the tent forming in my pants becomes impossible to hide.
She tracks my movements, tongue sweeping across her bottom lip when her gaze falls to my crotch. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”
Nodding once, I thank Jack and Kendra for a delicious meal before throwing my girl a wink that leaves her in no doubt over what I want for dessert.
Several earth-shatteringly frustrated minutes later, Billie finally emerges at the end of the hallway.
I waste zero time pulling her into a darkened room and softly close the door behind us.
Her eyes sparkle from the moonlight as she gazes up at me, back pressed against the door.
“You’re a bad boy—you know that? Jack will be mad if he discovers what we’re doing while everyone else is in the other room.”
Taking both of her wrists in one hand, I pin them above her head.
I drop a kiss to her collarbone, licking across sensitiveflesh. “Is this the point where I’m supposed to pretend like I care what my captain thinks?”
A whimper leaves her throat, and I pop the button on her pants, fingers finding her drenched thong.
“Baby,” I praise, pushing her jeans down so I can gain better access to what I want, “just because I’m a good boy in public doesn’t mean I don’t get the urge to bang my girl on the regular.”
Our mouths meet, tongues tangling in a frenzied kiss that’s been way too long in the making.
Just having Billie here tonight and spending time with a group of people I adore dares me to fall in deeper love with my girlfriend.
“Stay at my place tonight,” I beg like the needy boy I am.
She shakes her head. “Mom is dropping Blake off early in the morning before her shift, and I can’t risk not being back home in time.”
Under any other circumstance, I’d suggest that I drive us both back to Billie’s. But we both know I’d be staying the night, only for the morning to bring an awkward exchange with a woman who can’t stand to even look at me.
I can’t do that to Billie. Things are hard enough right now with her parents.
Like she can read my mind and hates the anguish I’m feeling over what to do next, Billie gazes up at me.
“Fuck me, Emmett. Right here, right now. Fuck me until I’m screaming your name.”
After I release her wrists, my finger presses against her closed lips, the other hand stroking her thong-covered clit.
“As much as I love to hear what I do to you, I really need you to come on my dick in silence.” I tip my head in the direction of the living room, muted voices and laughter filtering through the walls. “We can hear them; they can hear us.”
Interlacing our fingers, I guide my girl to the four-poster bed and lay her down on the duvet, slowly stripping her bare.
When I flick on a side lamp, Billie’s green eyes are almostblack as she watches me unloop my belt, unbutton my shirt, and push down my boxer briefs until our clothes are left in random piles around the bed.
“How long do we have?” she whispers as I drop to my knees in front of her, hands wrapped around her upper thighs so I can pull her to the edge of the mattress.
Legs parted, she rests her feet on my shoulders, tiny moans of pleasure filling the room as I push a single finger inside her pussy.
Stealing a taste from my finger, I drag the fist of my other hand from the base to the tip of my cock.
“As long as we want. They’ve likely worked out what we’re doing anyway.”
