Absolutely Unforgivable(59)

I shrugged. “I’m not a child, Billy. I can walk and talk all by myself. I promise.”

Billy paused for a moment, as if he didn’t expect that response from me. This time with a much softer voice said, “You’re right. I’m sorry. I was just worried about you. Please don’t scare me like that again.” He leaned in and kissed my forehead. “Jeromy told me about his little business trip. He also told me you didn’t handle the news so well.”

I sighed. “It’s not that. Well maybe. I don’t know. Can we just not talk about it please?”

Billy led me over to the band’s table and I took a seat next to Trista, who had just ordered me a drink. She winked as she handed it to me and I quickly took a sip while looking up at Billy. A look of fury crossed his face so I playfully patted his chest. “Billy! Did we not just have this talk earlier today? It’s only Sprite with a few cherries thrown in for good measure.”

He groaned and started to walk away but not before he turned to Vin and told him to keep a close eye on me.

The band played until about 1 am and Billy didn’t take his eyes off of me the entire time. I loved the way he kept a protective and loving watch over me. I only wished Jeromy was as concerned for my well-being.

By the time they were finished with their last set I could barely keep my own eyes open. The band was gathering their equipment, when I barely said his name and Billy flew off of the stage and was by my side.

“Billy, I don’t feel so good. I think I might have overdone it. Can we go home?”

He put his hand on my head, gently caressing my forehead. “We’ll be heading out in a second.” He motioned to Vin who scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the car.

Billy drove up not too long after us and opened the door to help me inside the house. I started to walk but he lifted me up and wrapped me lovingly in his arms.

“Billy?”

“Yeah, Babe?”

“Can we watch TV again?”

He looked down at me, smiled and then kissed my forehead. “Of course we can. I couldn’t imagine anything that I would rather do more.” His answer was so tender, it warmed my heart.

I rested my head back on his chest and he carried me inside. When we got in the house though, I noticed he was starting to carry me upstairs but I protested. “Billy, you promised.”

He let out a soft sigh and then took me to his bedroom and gently laid me on the bed and crawled in beside me. I put my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat as he flipped through the channels trying to find something to watch. He settled on some show about cars and then put his arms around my body holding me tightly.

“Please don’t leave me Billy.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Stacy. I promise. I’m right here.”

“No, I mean when I fall asleep. Please promise you’ll stay here with me all night.”

“I promise. I’m not going anywhere.” He started to run his fingers through my hair and within minutes I was out.

When I woke up the next morning he was sitting up in the bed, still holding me tightly. I let out a big smile, stretched, and then jumped up on his lap, leaned in and kissed his cheek. With his hands around my hips he let out a soft moan and said, “Mornin’. Feeling any better?”

“Much, much better,” I said as I scooted down, positioning my legs between his and resting my head on his chest. Mmmm. Billy always smelled so good, like he was just freshly out of the shower. Then suddenly I realized that Billy had a growing bulge in his pants. I know I should have immediately pulled away, but I couldn’t. I got so turned on just thinking about him wanting me.

While I was scooting down, positioning myself between his legs he let out another soft moan and I lost myself for just a moment. His desire was overwhelming. I desperately wanted to grind against the swell in his pants, but I realized what I was doing and forced myself to pull away from him. It took everything I had to stop myself. My face was flushed and my heart was pounding as I rolled off of him and out of the bed.

I went upstairs to take a shower and get dressed for the day. When I got back downstairs I found Billy in the kitchen cooking us breakfast and soon after Trista came in the door.

Vin and Billy looked over the schedule Trista had set out for the band for the rest of the month and they agreed to several of the venues she wanted to book, except one. Vin warned that the club was too big and had too many dark corners that could potentially be a problem if one of the girls happened to get out of his line of sight.