No Good • Billy Hargrove

Six

WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT

I woke to the sound of Billy's car pulling into the driveway. Looking around, I saw Max fast asleep on the couch next to me. When I glanced at the clock, my heart sank.

"Holy shit," I muttered.

It was 1 a.m., and the Hargroves still weren't home. So much for "ten o'clock sharp." I sighed, standing up and carefully lifting Max into my arms. She stirred slightly but didn't wake as I carried her to her room. I tucked her in, smoothing her hair before stepping out quietly.

As I closed Max's door, I heard the front door creak open. Billy was sneaking into the house, moving as quietly as possible, probably thinking his dad and stepmom were already home.

"Billy," I whispered. My voice came out as a squeak, but it made him freeze in place.

I approached him slowly, placing a hand on his shoulder to turn him around. My breath caught in my throat when I saw his face—a forming black eye and a split lip.

"What happened? Who did this to you?" I asked, my voice laced with concern.

He chuckled softly, though the sound lacked humor. I reached up, cupping his face to get a better look.

"You should see the other guy," he joked weakly.

I shot him a disapproving look. "Seriously?"

"The kid said something I didn't like," he muttered.

"So you beat him up?" I asked, throwing a bag of frozen peas at him for his eye.

"Yeah," he admitted with a shrug.

I shook my head, exasperated. "Brutally handsome with a violent streak," I teased, grabbing a damp towel for his lip.

He sat down as I dabbed at the dried blood, leaning in close to concentrate. His eyes stayed fixed on me, and I could feel his gaze burning into me.

"Stop staring at me," I whispered, my green eyes flicking up to meet his blue ones.

"I can't," he said simply.

Before I could process what was happening, the peas and towel fell to the floor. His hand slid to the back of my neck, pulling me into a kiss. My arms instinctively wrapped around his neck as I melted into him.

Billy picked me up, placing me on the kitchen counter. His lips moved to my neck, trailing kisses that left me breathless. I tilted my head, giving him better access as my fingers fumbled with the buttons on his shirt.

When I struggled, he grinned and ripped it open, buttons flying everywhere.

I giggled as he pulled my shirt over my head, his low laugh rumbling in response. Piece by piece, our clothes disappeared, leaving nothing but heated skin.

Billy's lips moved down to my chest, his hands firm on my back as he lavished attention on my sensitive skin. Moans spilled from my lips as his hands slid to my hips and then lower, gripping me tightly.

He picked me up again, carrying me to the sofa and sitting me on his lap. His hands roamed to my thighs, their strength radiating a hunger that made my head spin.

I grind against him, feeling the evidence of his desire. He let out a deep, throaty groan, his fingers lacing into my hair.

When he freed himself, his length pressed against me, and I threw my head back as he entered me. Our voices tangled together in moans, pleasure consuming every thought.

I moved against him, our rhythm building, his thrusts meeting mine. He whispered both naughty things and sweet nothings in my ear, his hands gripping me like he couldn't let go.

I lay limp against him afterward, my body glistening with sweat. His chest rose and fell beneath me, damp with sweat as well.

"I should go," I murmured, sitting up.

Billy turned his head to look at me, his eyes softer than I'd ever seen. "Do you want me to drive you home?" he asked, his voice low.

I brushed some hair out of his face, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips. He took the opportunity to deepen it, the passion returning in an instant.

I smiled against his lips. "I have my car," I whispered.

"I still want to take you home," he said, his blue eyes holding me in place.

The sincerity in his gaze made it impossible to resist.

"Stay here. With me," he added softly.

Billy Hargrove, master of cockiness and smug remarks, was asking me to stay. I raised my eyebrows, a small smile forming on my lips.

Sighing, I grabbed his hand. He led me to his room, locking the door behind us. I took my spot beside him, my head resting on his chest as his fingers played with my hair. His steady breathing and the gentle rhythm of his touch lulled me into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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