Page 69 of Big Bad Bully
I hear a short yip from inside the car, and we pull apart. “You brought Pepper?”
“Of course I did.“ He glares through the window, and I twist to see my little dog outside his carrier in the front passenger seat. Pepper’s little paws scratch the inside of the door as he stands on hind legs to look through the window at me.
Billy pulls back, releasing me from where he pinned me against the door, and opens it for me.
I pick up Pepper, but Billy takes him from my hands and sets his little paws on the asphalt.
“Don’t put him down! What if he runs?” I exclaim. He’s not on a leash or anything. I can’t believe Billy drove with him out of the carrier. It’s so dangerous.
Billy ignores me. “Pee there and get back inside,” he commands, as if the little dog understands him. As if Pepper won’t run off and make us chase him or get lost or run over or any of the things that could happen to a little dog in the city.
Strangely, Pepper does exactly as he’s told, lifting one leg to pee, and then bounding back in the car.
“In the backseat,” Billy growls. “Your mom sits there.”
Once more, Pepper obeys. It’s downright weird.
I climb in the car. “I guess you speak dog. He doesn’t listen to me like that.”
“I do.” Billy shuts the door and walks around to his side. He pulls his phone out and opens up a restaurant delivery app then hands it to me and starts the car. “Order us some food to be delivered to your place.”
A half dozen retorts flit through my head about how he’s being presumptuous in inviting himself over to my place, but I realize I love it. I love his take-chargeness, and I love that he would even want to come into my place.
I wouldn’t have imagined him ever setting foot through my door. But then I wouldn’t have imagined him entering the door of All Night either.
Most of all, I don’t say anything because I want this. I’ve had a taste of Billy White in bed, and it definitely wasn’t enough.
I scroll through the restaurant options. “What do you want to eat?” I ask.
He glances at me as he pulls into the street, and his eyes seem to glow under the street lights. “You.”
I smirk. No objections here. He eats pussy like a champ.
“Get what you want because I’ll be feasting on you tonight, Aubrey.”
Chapter Nineteen
Billy
The moment she brings me upstairs—with the dog smuggled under her shirt because, apparently, she’s not allowed to have pets—I start ripping her clothes off.
I’ve waited long enough for this. My self control is waning, and I am a man who normally controls every urge. I don’t let anything or anyone master me.
I toss her shirt on the floor as I back her in the direction of the bedrooms.
She toes off her boots.
I unbutton her skirt and yank it down her hips.
When Pepper gives a little bark of excitement, I silence him with a growl.
One good fuck. One good fuck, and I’ll get her out of my system.
The problem is just that I haven’t come inside her yet. Once I get that relief, I’ll have scratched my itch for a human, and I can move on.
That’s what I tell myself as her scent invades my nostrils in delectable nutmeg and honey notes. I’m on edge, a twisted coil of unmet desire and celebration at having her nearly naked.
I pick her up by the waist and walk her the rest of the way to the bedroom. When her eyes widen, I realize I forgot to make her look heavy.
