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“Shit!” Brett growled, ripping himself away from me. He snatched up his phone and answered without looking at the screen. “What?”
27
BRETT
“Brett?”
I had no idea who this woman was, whoever was on the other side, and who wasn’t sounding happy to be calling me in the first place. Jesus Christ. I was struggling for some control. Billie was here. She was waiting, fucking dripping, and she was the type of woman a guy waits an entire lifetime for. And she was in my arms right now.
“Who is this?” I growled again, raking a hand through my hair, breathing harshly.
Why the fuck had I answered the phone?
Right. To make the ringing stop. I should’ve tossed it out the window.
“This is Vicky. Billie’s—”
Her mom.
Shit. “Vicky. Sorry—"
I looked at the screen, seeing a number I didn’t recognize. Billie said something about Vicky and I was struggling with coherent thoughts at this moment.
“You guys are still coming?”
Dinner.
I forgot. And we’d be late if we didn’t get going. “Yes. We’re running a little behind.”
Billie’s eyes bulged out, and she paled, realizing who was on the phone. She scrambled away from me, squealing, and raced into the bedroom.
She sounded suspicious. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes. I—yes.” I reached into the shower, turned it off, then headed into the laundry room. Billie was frantic, trying to get dressed as she yanked a shirt whose back was now on her front. She cursed as I kept going and reached for the dryer. I pulled out some clothes and tugging them on until I realized we’d both have to shower. Or I’d need to shower. I tossed the clothes aside, and leaned against the machine. Still buck naked. My dick was hanging out. “Billie and I lost track of time. I—”
“Yes.” There was an odd ring to her voice.
I frowned, trying to place it. “Yes?”
“I was calling to make sure you’re still coming. It’s important.”
I straightened, growing more alert. Something was going on, something real. Something that concerned Vicky. “We’ll be out the door in ten minutes. I apologize again, Mrs. Mitchell.”
“It’s Vicky, and that’s okay. Just, just come, and tell her not to be alarmed when you come down the driveway. No one’s hurt. They’re just here as a precaution.”
“A precaution?”
She ended the call.
“What was that about?”
Billie was in the doorway, her shirt still on backwards. Her hair was a mess and her lips were swollen. She was naked from the waist down, and I got distracted for a minute.
Like, a full minute.
“Brett?”
Her pussy, her very sweet, sweet pussy, how I’d just about had her clenched around me—my dick was at full attention and getting harder by the second. I bit back a groan.
