Resonance (Marauders #4) (15 page)

“No, don’t hide them,” he whispered. “You got those having my kid.”

“Yeah,” she mumbled.

“I like them. I wish I’d seen you pregnant,” he mumbled. “Take off the rest.”

He couldn’t fucking wait to get his hands on the rest of her, but every time he tried, she pushed him away and told him to keep getting undressed.

She stopped dead when she was down to her underwear, and stared at his dick.

“Wow, it is big.”

He took his shot and almost dived for her and got her up on his dresser.

“Wait, what!” she yelled.

Instead of answering, he ripped off her underwear and claimed her mouth.

“Damn you!” she panted. “That’s the second pair.”

“That’ll teach you to get out of them quicker,” he growled. “Don’t move.”

Tommy found a condom, but when he turned around and saw the naked Billie on his dresser, he halted. See her, that was what he wanted to do, so he took a few deep breaths and stood in front of her, gently running his hands over her breasts and down her waist, once again getting stuck on the stretch marks. He was a bit surprised himself how much he liked them.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Nothing. Not a damn thing. I just realized that I’d promised myself to take a good look at you before I did this.”

“You know, I’m not going anywhere, so you can fuck me now, and then stare at me all night for all I care.”

He met her green eyes and smiled.

“That’s true. I hadn’t thought about that.” He moved to stand between her legs and gently ran his knuckles along the inside of her left thigh. She hissed, but didn’t close her eyes. “Guess I have to get used to having time when I do this.”

“So this is a repeated performance? You want me to come back here?”

“Yup.” He leaned closer and nibbled her lower lip. “How many times do I need to tell you, you’re not bailing on me?”

“A few more times,” she mumbled. The moment his hand reached her curls and the wet slit hidden beneath them, her head fell back in a long, and quite loud groan. Oh, he was going to make sure she kept that volume up all damn night. “Shit! Tommy!”

“Spread your legs wider, Billie.”

She did as he’d asked, and he stepped closer to her, slipping his fingers between her folds. Somehow it was easier to look at her like this, when her eyes were closed and she was leaning with her hands behind her. Or it might just be that she was insanely beautiful, or that she was so wet and he knew she was more than ready for him. Still playing with her pussy, he put on the condom with his other hand, and moved closer to her. Close enough for his tip to tease her, and she opened her eyes with a groan.

“I just want you to know, that I had planned this as us in bed, and me giving you head for about an hour before we got to this.”

“The bed is right there,” she smiled. “We can still use it.”

He placed his hand just behind her ass, his full palm on the dresser, and with a big smile he stroked her nose with is. He angled his dick so the tip grazed her opening, and once again her head tipped back, and he kissed her throat.

“You were saying?” he teased her.

“Nothing. I didn’t say anything. Please, Tommy.”

He thrust fully inside her, and this time they both moaned. The hand behind her kept her in place, and Tommy pounded into her with deep, sharp thrusts. He was gonna get her off, right there, and then take it easy the rest of the night, but they were going the full night.

Since she was wedged between his pumping hips and his hand, she couldn’t move, but she was making the most amazing sounds, while urging him on and repeating his name. She felt fucking fantastic around him and against him.

“Tommy. Oh, god, Tommy.”

“That’s it,” he whispered.

“Kiss me,” she panted. “Please, Tommy.”

He didn’t really want to; he wanted to hear her and feel her coming. She must’ve been so fucking horny if she was already close. Her arms pulled him closer to her, and he gave her a kiss, sneaking his hand into her hair at the same time. He felt her tightening around his dick, and she was hardly kissing him anymore, mostly just holding her mouth against his to dampen her moans.

When he tried to lean back, she pulled him right back, and she was coming. So he made his move and pulled her hair to tilt her head back, and then he fucked her through her screaming orgasm.

He felt her slump and caught her, holding her close to him.

“You okay?”

“You ass,” she said with a tired laugh. “You just wanted them to hear.”

“No.
I
wanted to hear,” he answered and kissed her. He was still hard and inside of her but tried to stay still, hard as it was when he still felt her pulsating and flexing around him in her aftershocks. “Wanna have a go in the bed now?” he asked against her lips.

“Yes,” she said on an exhale. “That was amazing.”

He lifted her up and carried her over to the bed.

“Yes it was, but we’re not done.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Did You Win?

~oOo~

“WHAT?” TOMMY BARKED INTO the phone. He’d pushed away the body next to him to answer, but when he remembered it was Billie, he pulled her closer again. “Who is it?”

“Your brother,” Dwayne chuckled at the other end of the line. “Hung over?”

“No, I don’t drink. You know, getting ready for the surgery.” He turned to his back so he wouldn’t talk straight into Billie’s ear. “How are things?”

“Pretty good. How’s things there?”

“Good,” he said, and then he looked at Billie with a laugh. “Really fucking good.”

They’d been at it for a long time, and she’d been
loud
. If he was honest, he hadn’t been quiet either, especially not when she’d blown him.

It was strange, but in a great way, to have sex with someone he knew as well as he knew Billie. They’d laughed, and between rounds they’d been talking and laughing even more at old memories, until he’d gone hard and they went at it again. And he’d been looking at her, all over her. He was pretty sure he’d already seen every fucking inch of her body, and she was sexy all over.

“Okay, what was that?” Dwayne asked. “Last time we talked you were at the hospital and everything was shit. What has changed since then?”

“Billie,” he said.

Dwayne was quiet for a long time, and then he started laughing. “No? You’re shitting me?”

“No. She’s right here.”

“You fucker,” Dwayne laughed. “Just like that?”

“No, not ‘just like that.’”

“I’m happy for you. Just so you know.”

“I know.”

“Jealous, obviously, but happy for you. Give her a kiss from me. I was thinking about coming to visit you soon. Do you have a date for the surgery?”

“No, not yet. Might be better to wait until after it’s done. There’s a lot of shit going on now,” he said, and when Billie started stirring next to him, he gave her a kiss and got out of the bed. There wasn’t anywhere he could go other than the bathroom. “You should call Felix. He likes talking on the phone, and he’s been going on about his uncle since you were here.”

“Yeah, I’ll do that.”

“I gave him a phone, I’ll send you the number.” He looked through the door into the room at Billie again. The cover had slipped down, and his eyes followed the curve from her ass and up to her shoulder blades. “I’m gonna hang up now. I’ll call you.”

“Yeah, don’t forget to send me his number. Take care of her. Take care of them both.”

“I will,” Tommy said with his eyes still on Billie.

They hung up, and he got back into the bed next to Billie, running his hand along the curve he’d admired earlier. She hummed, and then she groaned in pain.

“How’s the head, Sparks?” he asked with a pinch on her ass.

“Shoot me,” she mumbled into the pillow.

“That bad?”

“The head is fine, but my entire body hurts.”

“Yeah, you’re gonna have to start working out, because we’re going to do that every night.”

“You’ll kill me within a month.” She looked up from the pillow, and he kissed her nose. “Two weeks maybe.”

“Want some coffee?”

“Yes.
Big
cup.”

“I’ll get you breakfast. Get some more rest.”

Her head fell back on the pillow, and she mumbled something, but he couldn’t tell what. After putting on jeans, a t-shirt, and the cut, he went out to the bar.

“I’m considering applauding you,” Sisco said when he saw him. “She is
loud
, and you worked her
hard
.”

“Yeah,” Mitch laughed. “You’re making me look bad.”

“You better not be sitting there saying that you’ve been listening to my woman all night,” he said and waved at one of the sweetbutts. “Two cups of coffee.”

“Get him a tray with a proper breakfast. I think his baby mama needs it,” Sisco said. “Or was it mama bear?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed. “Mama bear.”

As much as they fucked with him, he knew they’d shut up in front of Billie—until they knew her better. At least he hoped so. Either way, Billie wasn’t the kind of person who was easily embarrassed; she could take it, but she was better at responding to comments when she knew the people messing with her. Who wasn’t?

“Where’s Anna?” he asked Mitch.

“Still sleeping. She liked Billie, by the way. She’s curious about her competitive streak and wants to test it again.”

“I seriously wouldn’t recommend that. It’s her dad’s fault. He made us all compete against each other, he always made it totally worth it to win, and he was never bothered with how we won.”

“He let you cheat?”

“Yup. ‘Just win,’ he’d yell. They’re a bit crazy.”

“Hang on,” Sisco said. “He encouraged you to cheat?”

“He encouraged us to win. He told us to find the best and most efficient way to do something, and then do it. It… was a way to teach us to think outside the box. When we were kids it was often trying to stop the others by tackling them, or something, but when we got older it was about pitching the others against each other. Billie was very good at that.” He smiled, and looked at Mitch. “Like yesterday. She made you focus on how hot your old lady is, and as soon as you’d left the room, she declared herself winner by walkover.”

“I’m gonna get her for that.”

“Looking forward to seeing you try.”

Sisco chuckled. “Imagine putting her, Eliza, and Lisa on the same team.”

“The world would implode,” Mitch laughed. “Oh, we have to do it. We should invite them for Trivial Pursuit.”

“Forget it. Last time I played that with her, she broke one of my fingers. It was kind of accidental, but still. Not playing Trivial with her again.”

He’d cheated on a wedge question, and she’d had a hunch he had. She’d given the correct answer, but he’d claimed it was wrong, and when she tried to get the card from him, he’d ended up with a broken finger. She’d never even apologized, since she considered it his own goddamn fault, and he kind of agreed with her. He should’ve known better.

One of the sweetbutts put a tray full of food on the bar.

“Thanks, hon’,” he said and picked it up. “See you guys later.”

“Hey,” Mitch yelled before he’d left the room. “Did she really break your finger?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“I was cheating.”

“You said her dad didn’t mind.”

“He doesn’t. She really hates it, though.”

He left the tray on the dresser and smiled when he remembered Billie on it the night before. She’d fallen asleep again, and after pulling off his clothes, he got in behind her.

“Got you breakfast.”

“You smell good,” she whispered and pulled him closer. “Like you and me with a nice mix of sex. Who were you talking to earlier?”

“Dwayne. Told him I’d give him Felix’s number so he could call him.”

“He’d like that. He likes talking on the phone.”

“I know,” he said and gave her a kiss.

She hooked her legs around his hips and pulled him closer, and her smile grew when she felt that he was naked.

“You sure you’re up for this?” he asked with a smile against her lips. “There was some complaining about a sore body earlier.”

“Just go easy on me.”

~oOo~

I WAS RELAXED. DEFINITELY. I couldn’t remember when I’d last felt so sated and relaxed. I’d been nervous as hell when I’d walked into the clubhouse. I wasn’t sure what to expect to find at a biker clubhouse on a Saturday night. Tommy had told me to not be too nervous about it, since it wasn’t a post-church party it wouldn’t get too wild. It was plenty wild anyway, and I was glad Anna had been there. It had made it easier to ignore the other women, the ones I seriously doubted were anyone’s girlfriends.

“Did you and my parents agree on a time I should be home?” I asked.

“Just that I’d show you a good time and take you home during the day. They were going to take Felix to a movie if he felt up for it.”

We were sitting opposite each other with the tray between us. The coffee wasn’t more than lukewarm, but I didn’t mind. Once we’d eaten, he put the tray away and pulled me down to lie beside him.

“You know I love you,” I mumbled. “I’ve loved you since we were kids.”

“I know, baby.”

“Do you still love me? A little at least?”

“The awesome thing about loving someone is that you can be pissed as fuck at them, and you still love them. So, yeah, still love you.”

“I’m sorry. I really am, I hate myself for what I did.”

“Don’t do that, Billie.” He tugged my hair to make me look at him. “What happened to you? I know something happened.”

I hesitated, but decided it was better if he knew. I didn’t do it for pity, or to get a good excuse for what I’d done, but because he should know. If we were going to work, he
needed
to know. I was glad I’d waited until after we’d had sex, though. I didn’t want it to get between us the way it might’ve done otherwise, but it was still something that messed with my head at times, and I wanted him to understand what was going on when that happened.

“I was raped. My commander came into my bunk after a night out with his friends, and he raped me. But it was really just the peak of the… It wasn’t all that happened, and I wasn’t the only one, but it was the worst.”

Tommy looked at me and gently stroked my cheek.

“When?”

“A few months before Zach died. I wanted him to come home so bad, and then…” I shrugged. “Then you came instead, and I felt safe with you. Then I fucked that up, too.”

Tommy shook his head. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. You didn’t know.”

“Maybe I should’ve known.”

“You can’t think like that. I mean, maybe I should’ve told you, but I didn’t.”

He leaned down and kissed me. “So I was…”

“Yeah. The first afterwards. I think that’s another reason I just didn’t tell you. I didn’t want you to know. I wanted you to be like you would’ve been anyway.” I held his cheeks. “And keep this up, how you are with me now. It’s working for me.”

“I noticed,” he smiled. “You should’ve told me. Now, when you came back. Not because it’s really any of my business, but it does explain some of what you did.”

“I think… I don’t want to use it as an excuse, not for small things, but definitely not for big things. It gives him a power over my life I don’t want him to have. I make my own mistakes, and I own up to them. If I say that big mistakes I made are because of him, then I… give him a right to exist in my life like some evil ghost lurking around. I’m not prepared to do that.”

“Okay,” he smiled. “You’re a shitty person, and it’s all your fault.”

“Point taken,” I laughed. “Maybe I just didn’t want you to know.”

“Why?”

“I think… I don’t want you to see me as that rape victim you need to be nice to and careful with. So don’t you dare start doing that now. I can’t deal with that.”

He nodded. “Not gonna promise you it won’t be at the back of my head for a while, but I’ll do my best. And I’ll keep fucking you like I did yesterday and this morning.”

“Good.”

He studied me for a while, then he smiled. “Can I just say one thing?”

“Sure.”

“You’re strong. Really strong. I mean I knew that, but fucking hell, Billie, you’re amazing. I was basically a basket case for months after Zach died, but you… raised a sick kid and dealt with your own attack.”

“I’m not sure I dealt with anything. And he was two when he became sick.”

“You survived, and you’re doing well, so you must’ve dealt with some of it.”

“Maybe. You do what you have to.”

“Not everyone does, Munchkin.”

“Don’t call me that,” I laughed. “But I guess it fits. Sometimes you just jump and hope for the best.”

*

I left Tommy at the clubhouse around noon, and when I came home the others were having lunch.

“Mommy!” Felix yelled and came to meet me. “Did we surprise you? Grandpa said I couldn’t tell you, that it was a surprise, and that Daddy would make sure you had fun. Did you have fun?”

“Yes. I did, and I was very surprised,” I said and knelt down to give him a hug. “Missed you, though.”

“What did you do?”

“We were with his friends, and we played pool.”

“Did you win?”

“Did I win?” I said and leaned back to look at him. “Of course I won!”

Felix laughed and hugged me again.

“Did Daddy take pictures?”

“Yes. He’ll come by and show you later today or tomorrow.” I stood up and lifted him up in my arms. “Are you having lunch?”

“Turkey,” Felix said and when we entered the kitchen he yelled to Mom and Dad, “She had fun!”