Absolutely Unforgivable(32)
I moved over to get closer to the mirror to get a better look at myself when Starla piped up. “Damn girl. That’s what I’m talking about.”
Mindy bounced her way over to us giggling, “You are so hot. They are going to kick us out of the club.”
I looked over to her, trying to figure out what she meant, worried that maybe we weren’t supposed to be back here having our hair and makeup done when she laughed and said, “You are going to take all of the attention away from the dancers.”
I rolled my eyes and walked with her hand in hand back to our chairs. By the time we got back, Billy still hadn’t returned but I hardly noticed because by then Jeromy was all over me. We stayed in the club for another hour and then decided to head back home. It was already getting late and Jeromy had to work the next day.
Jeromy had a hard time keeping his hands off of me on the long ride back home. But I didn’t really mind. In fact, I sat on his lap on the ride home to tease him, knowing he couldn’t actually do anything about it, with everyone else in the limousine.
When we got back to Billy’s, the rest of the gang went to their own cars and headed back to their own homes. That was except Billy, who didn’t come home with us. I wasn’t sure where he had gone off to. Part of me had thought I would find him sitting there in the kitchen, waiting for us. But my heart sank when I walked in the door and found he wasn’t there. Why did I care if he wasn’t home? That’s just silly. I had the world’s most perfect man already; I didn’t need to be thinking about anyone else.
When we got home Jeromy scooped me up in his arms, kissing me. Noticing that Billy wasn’t home as well, he took me into the living room. Our bodies were burning with passion and I quickly forgot about Billy and everyone else for that matter. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered in my ear. His breath was hot and heavy, yet it sent a chill down my spine.
He pulled me into him and held me tightly as he kissed my neck. His hold eased as he pulled back just a bit to look at my face. His eyes never wavered from mine -- nor mine his. He grew with urgency, and I desperately wanted him to ravage my body. But he didn’t move. He just kept looking at me and smiling. “You are so perfect. I love you so much.”
He was so full of love for me that it took my breath away. It was horribly sweet and romantic, but I wasn’t in a romance kind of mood. I leaned in and licked his lips, then his chin, and then worked my way to his neck. I could smell his natural scent permeating through his cologne. It filled me with such an intense desire. I pushed him back on the couch and ravenously kissed his lips, then ran my tongue down his chest. It drove him mad with desire and that made me want him even more. Jeromy groaned softly and that sound cut through me like a knife. I couldn’t contain my lust for him anymore.
I don’t know why we didn’t go to the seclusion of our bedroom, but at the time it didn’t seem to matter. The next morning, however, as I lay tightly wrapped in Jeromy’s arms, I began to smell the familiar scent of bacon in the air. I sighed happily as I gently moved Jeromy’s arm off of me and stood up to make my way to the kitchen and see what Billy was making.
“Hey,” he said, as he did every other morning with his head cocked back. It was adorable the way he said it. I loved to hear it and it always made me smile. But when I looked at him standing in front of the stove, I could see a genuine look of sadness on his face.
I went over to the fridge and poured myself a glass of orange juice. As I did I glanced over at Billy and noticed he was looking back at me, with his head tilted as if he wasn’t sure what he was seeing.
As I noticed him noticing me, I looked down and realizing what I was wearing and blushed. In my excitement to see Billy, I ran into the kitchen without thinking about what I had on.
Sometime in the night I must have gotten cold and put on Jeromy’s white button up shirt. He was so much bigger than me, it hung off of my tiny frame. It was more like a dress than a shirt for me, but still, I loved wearing it. His shirt was so warm and comfy and it smelled so good, just like Jeromy. And quite honestly Jeromy’s shirt covered far more of my body than the tight red dress I had worn the night before. But still, knowing I had only my panties on underneath I suddenly became quite embarrassed by my attire.
Billy, noticing my embarrassment, smiled and then went back to making us breakfast. I leaned into him, with my hand barely resting on his hip as I stood on my tiptoes trying to see over his shoulder what he was making. I sighed in pleasure as I saw he was making me an omelet.