Page 132 of All the Forbidden Things
Kenzie’s mouth drops open, but no words come out as we all laugh, remembering the time she “borrowed” a lambswool jumper of Mel’s without asking, spilt blackcurrant down it, then washed it in the machine to get rid of the evidence. When it came out of the wash nine times smaller than it went in, Kenz put it back in Mel’s wardrobe like nothing had happened.
I catch Billie smiling at Kenz as I look down the table. My gut tightens as I watch her feeding Layla with one hand while shoving a Marks & Spencer’s chocolate covered tea cake into her mouth. I’d bought her fifty-pounds-worth as her Kris Kringle, she was almost finished the second pack, and has so far refused to share a single one.
After leaving the drama of London behind, we’ve had the best week holed up in our little cottage at Jay’s place. I’ve spent days in the studio with Jay and Jake. Billie has spent her days with Marnie, and her girls, Layla, and the horses.
With Layla strapped to my chest, we’ve taken long walks through the New Forrest, which backs on to Jay’s land, spent lazy afternoons in front of the fire, while I write and Billie reads the filthy books Wendy keeps recommending to her, and long nights getting lost in each others bodies. It really has been exactly what we needed, but now Cal and Mel are here and we’ve had to pull back on the looks, touches, and anything else that might give us away.
Billie places the bottle down on the table and says something while looking down adoringly at Layla before lifting her against her chest and gently patting her back. I love watching them together and don’t even realise I’m smiling until Cal’s glare catches my eye.
I stare right back as he gives a small shake of his head. Sometime soon I’m gonna have to tell him I’m in love with his sister.
He’s going hate me at first, and I understand why he would, I’m just not going to let it stop me.
Cal was not pleased when he arrived at Jay’s to discover we were staying over in the cottage and away from everyone in the main house. Marnie explained it was because we were staying for a while, and it worked out better for them and their girls not to have to be quiet when the baby was sleeping. Cal wasn’t happy, but he kept his mouth shut and settled for watching me like I was a lion and his sister a baby gazelle.
If only he knew I’d already pounced.
And his sister was most definitelynota baby anything.
Since arriving here I’ve fucked her every night, every morning, and sometimes in the afternoon. We’ve covered every room, every surface, and almost every position, and Billie’s been a willing participant each and every time.
She rode my face last night. Straddled it, spun herself around, leaned forward, and sucked my cock as I ate her out. She’s not particularly experienced in oral sex—rarely having given it, and never having received it—but she didn’t let that slow her down. Like all things in life, Billie is fearless and uninhibited in bed.
These past couple of days have given me a taste of what our future could be like, and how ourusmight look. And I want it so fucking badly for Billie for Layla and for myself that I can’t wait for my divorce to be settled so we can all move the fuck on. We even spent last night looking at properties online.
As much as Billie says she wants to live in Cornwall or the surrounding area, she also loves the life Jay and Marnie have and would consider this area too. Personally, I don’t give a fuck as long as it’s behind a big-arsed fucking wall and gate so I can lock the world out and my girls in where it is safe and no one can bother us.
Billie kisses the side of Layla’s head and it makes me want a house full ofourbabies. Billie has already told me she can’t wait to start a family, but she’s young, so there’s no rush.
The day Whitney left, I vowed to myself that I’d never get seriously involved with another woman again. Most people would be running at about a million miles an hour away from a relationship after experiencing what I’m going through, and I thought I’d feel the same. But then Billie happened. She stepped out of that car and rocked my world.
Her blue eyes land on mine and, for a few quiet seconds, we just stare while enjoying the crackle. My mind races back to last night, and the things she’d let me do to her.
“Do it,” she’d said. “Just do it, Max. All the things. I want you to do all of them.”
My fearless Bamm.
And now, here she is, no make-up on her gorgeous face, wearing a gold-coloured beanie with furry ears, a matching scarf, fingerless mittens, and a fluffy pair of bed socks with watermelons all over them. As I take all of that in, my dick hardens, and all I want to do is whisk her away and do more very bad things to her while she wears nothing but that hat and those socks.
And she knows it. Without having to say a word, she knows what I’m thinking and knows what I want. She raises her brows, licks her lips, and gives me a sexy smile.
A phone rings. Marnie has a no-phones-at-the-table rule, which has almost killed Jake and Kenzie, so everyone’s mobiles are in a large wooden bowl on the benchtop.
We’re all so chilled, switched off, and disconnected from the world outside that nobody even bothers to move when the first call comes through, but then another ringtone sounds, and a slither of unease begins to coil it’s way up my spine.
Kenzie stands, goes to the bowl, and sorts through everyone’s phones. She passes one to me and one to Cal. “Aaron,” is all she says, just as a third phone begins to ring. She picks it up, passes it to Jay, and repeats, “Aaron.”
I know . . . I just know it’s gonna be bad.
“Aaron?” Jay's eyes find me as he answers. “Yeah, he’s right here. You wanna call him on his? He has it in his hand now.”
“Yep, no worries, see ya, mate.”
Jay gestures with his head towards my phone just as it rings in my hand. I answer and Aaron launches straight in without a hello.
“Diksha’s office served Whitney with the custody papers and an eviction notice this morning. Her lawyers have called an urgent meeting. Micky’s on his way to pick you up. They’ll stay back at their offices and wait for you to get there.”
My mouths is as dry as a nun’s fanny, but I manage to talk around it. “Is there anything I should be worried about?”
