Billy Jeffers: Rockers of Steel (7 page)

She shakes her head and looks away.

“You owe me,” I snap, grabbing her hand and pulling her into the room before slamming the door behind her.

“What the hell are you …?” She pulls her hand away and steps back. Her back hits the door, yet she makes no attempt to open it.

“You know damn well what I’m talking about.” I step into her and lift her dress. “How wet are you?”

“Why don’t you kneel down and find out.” She gives me this antagonistic look. She doesn’t think I will. Well, she’s not wrong.

“Fuck that. If anyone is going down, it will be you.”

“I thought this was never gonna happen again.”

“Shut the hell up.” I grip her waist and lift her, then sit her on the keyboard, pushing her dress up. “Red doesn’t match yellow, Madison,” I tell her when I see her bra.

“No kidding.”

“You need to stop making it your fucking goal to get me going.” I pull her boots off and throw them.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” she snaps.

I rip her leggings off then toss her panties over my shoulder. My dick throbs against my pants. My balls ache from lack of attention.

I inhale deeply and look at her as I push her legs apart and step between them. “I will give you one thing, Madison. Your bare, little pussy sure smells good when you’re all worked up, thinking about me.”

“My pussy isn’t thinking about you. And for your information, it smells good all the time.”

I undo my belt, unbutton my pants, and shove them down.

“Do you really think I’m gonna let you fuck me in here?”

I reach behind her and cup her ass with one hand, stroking my dick with the other. “Yeah, I do.”

Before she can say a word, I thrust into her, and she leans forward, groaning.

She grabs my hair tightly. “Make it fast. I’m gonna come all over your dick and your keyboard.”

“Christ, Madison.” I ram into her as I lift her. I roll my hips and hit a spot that makes her eyes roll.

“Yes, there … fuck,” she demands.

I need to get off; I need to get her out of my mind; and this better damn well work.

I turn around and push her hard against the wall.

“Billy,” she gasps.

I roll my hips and nudge that spot again.

“Oh, yes. There. Oh, God. Hurry up and make me come, dammit.”

Fuck that,
I think.

“Stop being a self-centered, little brat.” I squeeze her ass.

“Damn you,” she whines, trying to control the positioning.

This ends on my terms. I fuck her hard, avoiding the spot, and not allowing her release.

“Beg.”

“Never,” she hisses.

When I feel her tense up, I bury my head in her neck and hair as I release. My cum fills her tight, little twat. Then I step away, pulling out of her.

She looks like she may snap as she storms over to the keyboard, raises one leg and sets her foot on the bench, sticking her ass in the air. I nearly come again when she looks over her shoulder at me, riding her finger until her eyes flutter, her body tenses, and she sighs.

“You have got to be kidding me.” My mouth falls open.

“If you think for one minute I’m gonna beg any man to get me off, you’re mistaken.” She pulls her dress down, bends over, and grabs her panties and her leggings. Then she looks me dead in the eye. “You’re a repulsive lay.” With that, she storms out of the room in true Madison Black fashion.

I look back at the keyboard and see what I assume are a few droplets of me on the bench and shake my head.

No shit.

Even that is hot.

I avoid her like the plague. She does the same. No one even seems to notice the difference.

She brings coffee into the conference room to everyone except me.

She smiles and is cheerful to everyone except me.

She genuinely seems to like everyone here except me.

Which is perfect.

I admittedly think she is one of the most beautiful young women I have ever seen. I now know for sure that she tastes better than anything I have ever had in my mouth, including food. But I also know, the minute she decides she doesn’t hate me, she’s going to be a handful.

Drama, fuck that.

“Billy?” I look up and see Jessica at the door.

“Yes?”

“Your mother is on the phone. I think you’d like to take it in private.”

“Excuse me,” I tell everyone as I stand and walk out of the room.

“The girls’ office is free.”

“Jessica, why are you looking at me like that? Has something happened?” I feel my heart beat faster, as my mind spins with all the possibilities.

“The girls’ office is free,” she repeats, giving me a sad smile.

I hurry in, sit at Tallia’s desk, and pick up the phone. “Is everything okay, Mom?”

“Oh, Billy, it’s your father. We’re in the ER, and he’s hooked up to all sorts of machines. The doctors think he may have had a heart attack.” Her voice breaks. “He may have to have surgery.”

“Okay, try to relax. I will be there as soon as I can.”

“Hurry,” she says.

“Of course. I love you.”

I hang up the phone and feel my heart pounding in my chest. Then I feel eyes penetrating the back of my head. I look behind me to see Madison’s shocked face.

“Jesus, do you ever knock?” I snap.

“Not usually when I come into
my
office. Next time you’re talking to your girlfriend in the office of the girl you just fucked a few hours ago, I’ll try to remember to be politer.”

“Madison, not now,” I say and hit the Internet browser on the computer in front of me.

“Do you think she knows her boyfriend is Satan? What’s her name again? Angel?”

I don’t respond. I freeze. How the hell does she know that? Then I get pissed.

“For your information, it was my mother.”

“Yeah, the guy I’m going out with tonight is my cousin, so I totally get it. Oh, and BTW, he doesn’t make me finish by myself. And FYI, yes, I’m on the pill; thanks for asking, ass,” she whispers the last part in my ear.

“What a fucking gentleman,” I say as I punch in Groton, New London, Connecticut flights. There’s nothing available for six hours.

I push back and stand up. “I will tell you this once, Madison: do not mention her name again.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Cheater’s regret?” She looks past me. “Why are you looking for flights?”

“As I said, that was my mother. My father is in the hospital, and I need to get home.”

“I’m sorry,” she says as I walk past her. “Wait.” She grabs my arm.

“I don’t have fucking time, Madison!”

“Easy on my little sister, man,” Memphis scolds as he and Tales walk in.

“No, he’s fine, actually,” Madison says. “Billy, seriously, I am very good at finding transportation. Sit down and let me see what I can do.”

I scowl at her.

She takes in a deep breath, sighs, tilts her head, and looks up at me. “Please let me help you.”

Holy shit. Did that just happen?

“Bro, I don’t know what’s going on, but she said please.” Memphis snickers.

“Fuck you, Memphis,” she spits at him, and the sweet moment has passed.

When I sit down, Madison mouths “
thank you
,” her cheeks turn pink, and she looks away quickly.

“What’s going on, man? Is the world ending?” Memphis questions with a grin.

“No. My father. They think he may have had a heart attack.”
It’s probably my fucking fault
, I think to myself. “I need to get home.”

“Are you fucking kidding!” Madison yells at the computer. “That stupid fucking jet never leaves here. Son of a bitch!”

“What the hell is going on?” Xavier asks, peeking in and appearing shocked by Madison’s outburst.

“Sorry, Mr. Steel,” she apologizes.

“Don’t call me that, or you’re fired.”

Her mouth drops open.

He grins. “Tough crowd today?”

I hear Taelyn giggle behind him.

“Billy needs to get home. There are no flights for six hours, Steel Inc.’s jet isn’t here, and the drive is over four hours.”

“I’ll drive you,” Memphis says. “I’d love to meet your parents.”

I see Tales nudge him, and my suspicions are correct. Fuck!

I stand up. “I appreciate the help, but you have tracks to lay down and—”

“I’ll drive you,” Madison offers. “I mean, if your girlfriend—”

“Sounds great,” I say, hoping to shut her up. I didn’t need anyone, or at least I hoped not to. Sensibly I know my head is spinning and I am not in the right frame of mind to be behind the wheel, alone for four hours.

The room falls silent.

“Can you spare her?” I ask X.

“Of course, man. Whatever you need.” Xavier nods.

“I’ll fly back as soon as I can,” Madison says, grabbing her coat and purse.

“Take care of our boy.” Xavier nods. “If you need any of us, we will be there.”

“Thank you,” I say as Madison stands beside me. “After you.”

She nods and walks quickly out the door.

“Hey.” Memphis grabs my arm. “She can actually drive pretty well. Let her.”

I nod.

“Oh, and Billy?”

“Yeah?”

“If you fuck my sister to clear your mind, I’ll kick your ass.”

“Memphis, shut up,” Madison snaps, grabbing my hand. “Come on, Billy.”

Once outside, she lets go of my hand, reaches in her purse, and then looks up at me. “Are you okay with me driving?”

I nod. “We can take my car.”

I see her mentally biting her tongue. “Okay.”

“Madison, if you’re more comfortable driving yours—”

“Whatever you want.” She looks at me out of the corner of her eye, and for a moment, she looks insecure.

“I was just thinking, if you fly home and I am driving, you may want your car when you get home.”

“Cool, fine, whatever. Time's a wasting. Let me grab my bag.”

She runs to the back of her car, pops the trunk, and pulls out a black, hardshelled suitcase on wheels.

Son of a bitch. She did have plans with someone tonight.

She squats down, her knees closed and facing away from me—a first. She then opens the bag and pulls out a pair of dark gray yoga pants. She kicks off her boots and steps into them.

Then, I nearly die when she pulls her dress up over her head in the middle of the parking lot. She pulls out a deep red T-shirt, a fucker that matches her bra, and I look around to see who else is seeing what I’m seeing. The landscape crew is standing there with their jaws dropped.

“Madison,” I snap as I walk toward her and try to shield her with my body.

She pulls the shirt over her head. “I’m trying to hurry. Sorry.”

“You do realize it’s broad daylight, and you’re half-naked out here, don’t you?”

Her eyebrows rise and her jaw tenses. Then she smiles. “You see more at a beach.” As she shoves her feet into her flip-flops and zips her suitcase, I notice her fucking toenails match her bra and shirt. “I’m all set.”

“You sure?” I try not to be pissed off. It’s irrational, and she’s right; you do see more at a beach. Still, it’s...different.

“Yep.” She smiles and walks toward my vehicle.

I hit unlock on the key fob, and she starts to put her suitcase in the back seat.

“Trunk,” I tell her.

She looks back at me. “Worried about scratching the leather?” I see her eyebrow creeping up, but then she forces a smile.

“No.” I take her suitcase and put it in the hatch. Then I close the trunk at the same time she closes the driver’s side door.

What the hell was I thinking?

When he gets in the passenger seat of his BMW, I am admiring the interior.

“You like red?” I ask as I stroke the soft leather seat.

“It was that or black. The exterior was black, so I went with red. So, sure.”

I kick off my flip-flops and push the start button. “It matches my toes.”

“Excuse me?”

“The color,” I mutter as I adjust the seat then put the vehicle in drive. “Seatbelt.”

I look over after I say it and see he is already buckling. I know it annoys him, and even though I promised myself I would be nice, I still get a warm feeling in my heart from the knowledge I have annoyed him a little. I wouldn’t want him to get the wrong idea.

“Will you put the address in the navigation system?”

“You know how to get to 95?” he asks.