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Lucy

“ Y ou going to take forever to get ready, or do you think I can use the shower?” I ask.

He’s standing at the mirror, staring at me through the reflection. A towel is wrapped around his waist.

Billy runs his hand through his freshly bleached hair. His muscles tense before he turns to look at me.

“Coulda joined me.” He smirks.

I can only roll my eyes and hope that there is still hot water. As much as I love this house, I’m over the plumbing and random mice that seem to have claimed my closets as their own.

I hang my hoodie on the back of the door and grab a towel, placing it near the shower.

“What colour are you going to go next?” I ask, turning on the faucet. The pipes tell the surrounding area that someone is showering.

“Still deciding. Maybe the hot pink, or neon green. Either would be cool, eh? ”

I smile. He’s handsome no matter what colour his hair is, but I love the way he expresses himself through how he looks.

Sliding my hand through the curtain, I check the water, which is lukewarm at best. “Fuck,” I utter.

We are already running late to leave for dinner with JoJo.

“I used cold, so I don’t know what’s going on. I can go check the heater.”

“You clearly used all the fucking hot water. From now on, I’ll go first.”

Strutting past him, I reach for the hoodie, the soft fabric beneath my fingertips, before walking away.

Despite having had a restful sleep, my mood is dampened by the absence of a hot shower.

Billy grabs my hand and spins me from the door to him. He tilts his head, looking down at me. His other palm cups my chin, his dark brown eyes burning into mine.

“I used cold, but noted.”

I struggle against his hold, using the hoodie to cover the front of my body. He lets go of my wrist and yanks the fabric from my hands, his grip on my chin tightening as he lowers his lips to mine.

“You can’t kiss away bad moods,” I say.

Billy drops his hand from me, but before I can move, they wrap around my hips and he lifts me to sit on the counter.

“What’re you doing? We’re going to be late! ”

“Sure, but the scowl on your face will be replaced with that gorgeous fucking smile.”

I scrunch up my expression even harder. “You don’t like my face unless it’s smiling? How mannish of you.”

I push my feet against his chest, determined to move him out of my way. At this rate, I will leave him here while I go to dinner.

He moves my ankles to the top of his shoulders, and a wicked smile grows.

“Did I say that?”

I’m squished up on the countertop beside the sink, my gaze travelling down the front of him.

His tattooed hands grip the inside of my legs, and he pulls me further down over the cold marble.

Billy’s towel drops, and his hard cock juts out from his body. His warm touch moves from my thighs to my shaved pussy. He glances down, drinking me in like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever seen.

“Billy!”

“I love all your expressions, but I especially love this one.”

I squint at him, unable to move, and he runs his thumb over my clit, making my eyelids flutter.

“Exactly,” he whispers.

Billy leans down and draws his tongue over my slit. My core clenches, needing him to take me. As I look up at his face, his focus doesn’t leave my cunt .

He spits again, mixing with my juices. I’m going to be a wet mess. He grips the base of his dick and slides it along my slit, but only teases. I leverage my hips up against him, wanting his cock, but he only laughs.

“Darlin’, you’re gonna squirt for me.”

I shake my head. I am not close enough to get anywhere near that.

Billy’s fingers enter me, rubbing against my G-spot. He lowers his body to latch onto my clit. With my legs bent against my chest, I am wide open for him.

He plays until the nerves race through my body before adding another digit. I scream out as he rubs against my slit until the squirt gushes out over his hand.

He pulls away, licking his lips as he smiles and arches his eyebrow. Holding up a black painted fingernail, he slinks out of the room. When he returns, his eyes darken, and in his palm is a silver butt plug with a green gemstone.

“You’re gonna wear this for dinner,” he says.

Billy pulls out a bottle and slides his fingers into my ass before he inserts it. We’ve been playing with it for the last few mornings, and I’ve gotten used to it, although I don’t know that I’ll ever be prepared for his dick .

“Ready?” He winks at me before grabbing the towels from the floor and hanging them back up. His hard cock rests against his lower stomach.

“Eyes are still up here, Lou.”

I hop off the counter and walk toward the door. The butt plug is all I can feel now that the aftershocks have worn off.

“What about you?” I ask when we enter the bedroom.

He pulls on grey jeans, his studded belt, and a button down. “I’ll worry about that. Get ready.”

Opening the dresser, I take a thong and slip it on before reaching for my capri leggings. After putting on a black bra, I grasp a skull tank that is slashed across the back. It’s one of my favourites. Gathering my hair, I snag a scrunchie, piling it on top of my head.

When I turn toward the bathroom to do my makeup, I take in Billy’s outfit.

“Are those flamingos?”

His short-sleeved button down is a somber version of a Hawaiian shirt. Dark blue, but covered in palm leaves and large pink circles.

“Nope, flowers. We got twenty minutes, thirty if you want your friend to think you stood her up.”

I rush to the bathroom and finish getting ready.

Once we’re in the car, I feel nervous, which is silly. I love JoJo, and Billy is a solid person in my life. The stalker has stayed away since he has been around more.

My attention switches to Billy’s fingers tapping along the car. He wears rings on three of them and sings along with the music. The breeze flows through the Cruze and things seem so fucking perfect.

Glancing out the windshield, I try to absorb all the details, memorizing every single thing—the warmth on my leg from Billy’s hand, the scent of his smokey amber cologne.

Cementing everything in this moment, I know more than anyone that nothing can stay this good. All things will eventually fall apart.

“The voice in your head isn’t yours, nor are they from anyone worth their weight in salt.”

I don’t turn to look at him, but his hand squeezes my thigh until I turn to face him.

“I’m not doing anything,” I say.

“Sure, and my cock isn’t still hard thinking about you drooling all over it later.”

I smile before turning back to my perfect moment.

“Actually, why not do it now?”

I turn and glare at him. He lets go of my leg and puts one hand on the steering wheel, undoing his belt with the other.

“Billy,” I breathe .

“Suck my cock. Make me feel as good as you do right now. Come on, be my perfect little slut.”

Removing my seatbelt, I reposition myself in the front seat and lean into his lap. My mouth hovers over his crown, and I lick swirls around the tip, dancing my tongue over the beads and down his shaft as he groans.

I lower my mouth as far as I can reach. Billy slides his hand into my hair, gripping the tresses as he guides me up and down his length.

“Just like that, so fucking perfect,” he says gruffly.

I inhale quickly, but soon my breathing is cut off as my throat is filled with cock. His hips rise as he continues to drive and comes into my mouth as I swallow.

Billy’s rough growl is all I can hear over the music as he pulls me from him.

With his hand in my hair still, drool covering my chin, he glances at the road before guiding my head to his lips, kissing me fiercely before letting me go.

“Fucking perfect. Damn, Lou. You blow my mind every fucking time.”

Billy works at putting himself away and doing up his pants as he continues to drive to the restaurant. Wetness coats my inner thighs, my thong nothing but a wet piece of fabric.

I pull down the overhead mirror and wipe my face, clearing the tears that always escape when he fucks my mouth .

“I never thought I’d be this lucky, you know.”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“I never thought I’d get to experience so many fucking amazing things with you. You’re the prize I’ve spent my entire life trying to win.”

His words fill me with warmth. Actions and words over the last while with Billy have been gluing parts of my heart back together. He is the balm that soothes the eternal scars, reminding me of my worth.

With his help, I’m able to see glimmers of what he sees when he looks at me, and that is priceless.

“Think she’ll approve of me?” he asks as we pull into the parking lot.

“I think she’ll approve of me being happy.”

“I’ll take it.”

As we walk into the restaurant, the hostess brings us through mostly black-and-white tables until we reach a patio. Wooden tables line the cement floor, where several people are seated and drinking.

JoJo sits alongside the back. I sit across from her, and Billy does the same.

“Billy, nice to meet you,” he says and holds out his hand.

JoJo shakes it and smiles. Her long brown hair is braided like a crown on her head, and she’s wearing a yellow sundress.

“JoJo. Nice to meet you. I’d give you the killer speech, but I think you understand how important my girl is to me.” Her eyebrow arches and my face heats.

“I do.” Billy grins and places his hand on my thigh, pulling it towards him. As much as I’d like to clench them together, he makes it impossible.

The server comes to the table, wearing black pants and a black shirt.

“We’ll take water, and hopefully be able to order when you come back,” JoJo says.

He nods before taking off.

“How was work?” she asks me, and I shrug.

“It was good, but I’m not looking forward to the next three days. It’s going to be hell,” I tell her.

“I’m sorry. Your boss should’ve listened.” She offers me a small smile as the server brings glasses and a pitcher of ice water.

I glance down at the menu, as JoJo orders.

“I’ll have the cheeseburger and fries,” I tell the server, who writes it down and stares at Billy.

“Um, what do you recommend for vegans?”

“The salad is pretty good, and the veggie burger is excellent. My girlfriend usually has me bring home the order.”

Billy nods and hands back the menu. “Sounds good.”

After the server leaves, I turn to look at Billy. “I’m sorry, I should’ve remembered.”

“I’m not an addict. It’s not like you’re tempting me to break my sobriety. ”

My shoulders rise into my ears, and the vice around my chest tightens.

“Lou, come on, breathe for me. It’s no big deal, in through your nose and out through your mouth.”

I follow his steps as I stare into his eyes. Nodding as the feeling passes, he grins and wraps his arm behind my chair.

“He’s good for you. Any recent presents?” JoJo interrupts my attention on Billy.

I shake my head, taking a drink of cold water.

“Perfect,” she whispers.

“How has work been for you?”

“Well, it’s always interesting. Being a teacher is great and all, but kids always keep me on my toes.” She laughs as the server returns with our meals.

I take a huge bite of my burger.

“Why wouldn’t you eat the fries first?” Billy asks.

“Because you eat the expensive part first,” I tell him.

The other diners have cleared out, and the patio falls silent except for the light music from the speakers.

“I’m paying, so if you want to only eat the fries. Go for it. You don’t have to follow everything from the past. It’s time to do what Lucy wants to do,” he says before taking a giant bite of his burger.

“Lucy has gone on and on about how you want to get into the farmer’s market,” JoJo says. “What’re your specialties? ”

“I’ve been making organic soap. It’s always something I wanted to try, and after trial and error, I think it’s becoming perfect. Also, you know I’m a taxidermist, and I’ve taken to picking up roadkill occasionally to make leather items.”

As they chat, I glance out into the parking lot. I see the multi-coloured hair first, and my stomach clenches.

Dropping my attention to my plate, I stuff a handful of fries into my mouth before turning my body towards Billy.

“Oh, my! LUCY !” the fucking bitch screams.

Billy’s grip on my shoulder tightens. I have to face her and maybe our shifts won’t be totally awful.

As she walks through the patio, the server comes out and looks from her to us.

“We’ll take the bill,” JoJo says quickly.

The poor guy glances down at our table and, without uttering another word, heads back into the restaurant.

“Oh, you’ve moved on. That’s so good for you, girl! Miles is missing. Did you see the report?” Leah snaps her gum and glances behind her at the tall, bearded man before looking at our table.

“No, I haven’t heard anything. Have a good night.” I try to brush her off, but I’m not doing a good job at it.

“Who’s this?” She points to Billy .

The server returns with two takeout containers and the bill, which JoJo grabs as Billy rises from his seat.

“I’ll take those,” he says to the server, who takes JoJo’s money and heads back inside.

“I’m Billy. We’re on our way out, but you take care now.”

We stand up to leave, and I draw in a deep breath once we reach the parking lot.

“That cotton candy whore has no right to pretend to be besties with you, fucking cunt.”

JoJo stares at him for a moment before breaking out in a huge grin.

“Cotton Candy Whore is her new nickname forever. Love it. She is fucking awful. Also, here’s my number. Send me details about stock and prices, and I’ll work on getting a table set up.” She hands him a piece of paper and gives me a big hug.

Billy shoves the note in his pocket, but looks around the parking lot, sweat beading on his upper lip.

“Did you want me to sell at the farmer’s market?” I ask him, and when his dark gaze meets mine, my breath catches in my throat.

“Would that put too much stress on you?”

I shake my head. If he doesn’t want to be front and centre of his new business, I’m more than happy to help .

“Thanks, Lou. I’m not good with people, but I’ll work on it.”

I slide my hand in his as we walk toward our cars.

“Thanks for a great night, JoJo. I’ll be in touch, and also I owe you dinner,” Billy says.

She only shakes her head before blowing kisses and getting into her Beetle.

We stroll to the Cruze, and he holds the door open for me. “Ooh, a gentleman,” I whisper.

His hand cups my ass before I sink into the seat. “I’ll show you a gentleman.”

Billy rounds the car and gets into the driver’s side. His palm on my thigh, he turns up the metal music as we drive home.