Absolutely Unforgivable(21)

He briskly turned me around to face him, while his hips continued rocking into mine. I licked my lips in anticipation of his kiss -- A kiss that never came. He instead grabbed the back of my head and pulled it back as he started licking my neck lustfully, just as Jeromy had done before in the dressing room. I moaned in pleasure. A tide of tempestuous, erotic desire invaded my body.

Still holding my hair, he pulled my head back up, and then forced me closer to him. We didn’t say a word or make a move. We simply gazed at each other.

“I want you,” he muttered around my lips. My heart sped at his touch. “I want inside you,” he growled in my ear. My body desperately wanted that too.

“No, I can’t. I just can’t,” I said to him softly as I tried to pull away. He grabbed my arm forcefully and pulled me back to him. His eyes blazing with desire he huskily said, “I don’t recall asking.” And with that I melted into his arms. He flipped me over and kissed me from the nape of my neck down my back slowly. I wanted him to take me now, but he took things at his own leisurely place. I gasped, overwhelmed by pleasure.

The dream must have stirred something in me because I unknowingly put my hand on Jeromy’s crotch and squeezed. My hands bearing down on his private parts woke him up and as he heard me moaning, he just decided to go with it.

While my body was screaming for Jeromy to take me, somehow in my sleep induced haze, my mind replaced the image of Jeromy with Billy. I was technically awake but overcome with confusion and a desire I had not felt before.

The next morning Jeromy had to get up for his first day of work at his new job. He rolled over to kiss me good morning like he always did and as I opened my eyes I noticed he had the biggest grin on his face. My groggy mind was trying to recall what he could possibly be so happy about this early in the morning, when he whispered “Last night was great. You really know how to send a guy off to work on a good note.”

Oh God! Last night really happened. I grimaced as I remembered the events of the night before. My face reddened as waves of shame and guilt poured over me.

I knew you couldn’t control what you dream about. Still I couldn’t help but feel guilty about it and I really didn’t understand why I was dreaming about Billy in the first place. I have a perfect boyfriend who is gorgeous, attentive, tender, kind-hearted, decisive and strong. Just thinking about Jeromy made my stomach fill with butterflies, so why was I having naughty dreams about his best friend?

I was so embarrassed by what had happened the night before I did everything I could do to avoid even looking at Billy over breakfast. I know that Billy had no idea what had happened and it was only a dream, but still I couldn’t face him.

I looked around the room while we were eating breakfast. This was a nice house, but a home it was not. It lacked a feminine touch. The walls were rather bare and boring, so I decided that would be my project for the day while Jeromy was at work.

After breakfast I made my way to a Target to pick up a few supplies. I was going to put the money I earned from Rowdy’s to good use. I found four blank canvases and some paints. I made my way over to the home decor department and picked up a clear, large plastic tarp. I didn't want to make a mess after all. Before heading back home, I picked up a handful of black picture frames as well.

When I got back I went to the band’s website and picked a few of my favorite photos and printed them out so that I could put them in the picture frames I had just bought. I hung them up in the living room and then took the canvasses to the backyard and laid them on top of my plastic tarp.

I didn’t want to ruin my clothes so I had changed into an old bikini that I didn’t mind getting paint on. I thought about throwing on an old t-shirt and some shorts but decided against it. While painting in the backyard, I could still be getting a tan.

I knew that Brick was there with Billy and Zander but I wasn’t sure what they were doing, and I quite honestly was doing my best to avoid Billy, so I was glad they were keeping him busy.

I put my iPhone in the docking station outside and cranked up my music and danced around as I splattered various colors of paint on the four canvases in my best attempt at being creative, Jackson Pollock style.

It was getting hot by now and I wanted to cool off so I walked over to the diving board. I wondered as I approached it if I could still do the back handspring into the pool that I used to be able to do when I was younger. It had been years since I had tried but since nobody else was around, I thought what the hell and gave it a try.

I nailed it but as my head came up out of the water I was met with cheers from the band, who had all gathered at the open window in Billy’s office upstairs.