CHAPTER TWENTY
Tuesday
Billie Boggs was smiling to herself as she drove her SUV out of the courtyard of the Spokane home and workplace she now shared with Rocker Hayes.
Once a business with attached garage, the brick building had been converted into an apartment, office and parking area for Rocker's Rock Solid Security.
It now also held a space for Billie's own business, Warrior Woman Productions. At present, she only had one client, her college friend Eric and his thriving computer game company. The important thing was, she wasn't just an employee, she was a private contractor. She not only set her own prices and held the copyright for any new characters she created, she also set her own hours.
Which meant, today she left work in the middle of the morning because she wanted to help out a friend. Ten a.m., so the clothing stores were open for the day.
As she headed east into downtown, she pushed the button on her car phone. "Call Lesa."
Her sister answered after a few rings. "Hey, girl, whatcha up to?" Billie could hear the clank of dishes in the background, and music, which meant Lesa was near the kitchen at The Hangar. The place didn't open until eleven, but there was always plenty to do to get ready for an afternoon and evening of customers.
"Did you talk to T?" Billie asked, pulling to a stop at a red light.
"No. Oh, heck, I see I missed a call from him. Is this about his mysterious date Friday night? Pete won't tell me anything, except T's date turned out to be trouble, and she's in the hospital." Lesa's pout was audible in her normally cheery voice.
"Well, I got the skivvy straight from T-Bear himself," Billie said gleefully. "Listen to this." She filled Lesa in on the whole disastrous string of events stemming from T's first meeting with his date. "And get this—he calls her his honey girl."
"Holy shooters," Lesa breathed. "The big bear thinks he's found his honey."
"That's what it sounds like to me." Billie accelerated through the intersection, and pulled into the right lane that would take her into the heart of downtown Spokane. "So anyway, her slimy ex took off with all her stuff—which I can't even imagine. I mean, you and me didn't have much, but to be left with nothing? Yikes."
"Oh, God. She must feel like the survivor of a-a fire or a flood," Lesa said. "Of course, she is a survivor. Uh, only I hope not of rape...?"
"No. I'm sure T would have said. I think they just roughed her up."
"Well, that's awful enough. We should get her some new things. Where is she?"
Billie grinned. "I'm already on it. Since I work flex hours now, I'm going shopping. Thought I'd start at the sale racks at Macy's, get her some yoga pants, a couple of tops, and a sweater. T gave me her shoe size, so I can get her some slip-ons or something."
"What size is she? I might have some things too. I ordered a purple top online, but I don't care how 'in' purple is this year—it does nothing for me. And I have a pair of boyfriend jeans that I've only worn once."
Billie recited from memory. "She's a dress size twelve, panty size six, bra thirty-four B, and shoe size seven. T says the top of her head 'tucks under his chin', which is so stinkin' cute, but also means she's about your height." Billie was a little taller than her older sister.
"Aww," Lesa crooned. But she immediately switched gears. "She better treat him right. After that bitch Krystelle—and what the hell kind of a name is that anyway?"
"It's a cute name," Billie cut in. "Just... on any other woman." Because this Krystelle was a total skank.
"Whatever. After she stole his money, T needs a nice girl. One who's into him, the way he deserves."
"And one who can mind his money for him in a good way," Billie added. "The big guy throws money around like water. He would've given Krystelle all the money she wanted if the skank had just asked."
"True. He needs a woman who'll take charge of the checkbook."
They were both silent for a moment, reflecting that their own father was such a man—only a lot worse, because at least T wasn't an addict. "You talk to Dad lately?" Billie asked.
"Yesterday. He's staying clean. Hasn't been near a casino, he says. And his bank balance bears that out." Their dad had given Lesa oversight on his bank account on his final try to break the grip of his addiction.
"Good. Thanks again for being his personal banker."
They laughed together, sisters finding humor in a dark situation.
"Okay," Billie said, signaling to turn in to a parking garage. "Talk to you later. I'll bring the stuff by the clubhouse when I'm done shopping."
And hey, she might look for a purple top for herself today. Now that she had her college loans paid off, and money in the bank from her game creation, she had money to shop. She was having fun breaking her penny-pinching habit. Although Rocker would just pull out his own wallet and buy her anything she wanted. The man loved to buy her sexy undies and clothing.
"Come here to The Hangar for lunch, then you can show me what you get, okay?"
"Can't, I'm meeting Rocker at home for lunch." Billie blushed as she spoke, because when he'd kissed her goodbye early that morning, her biker man had let her know he didn't like leaving without getting his usual loving, and he expected to make up for that when he broke for lunch.
"Ooooh," Lesa teased. "Bet I know what's on the menu."
"Gotta go," Billie said hurriedly. Her phone signal cut out anyway as she passed into the heavy concrete supports of the garage. Just as well, 'cause she and Rocker were still new enough that she couldn't quite believe the sexual acts he talked her into. And she wasn't quite up to enduring sisterly teasing about them.
Her morning went well.
She had fun shopping, so much fun that by the time she got home, she was running late. She phoned Rocker to tell him so.
Rocker stood waiting for her in the open doorway of the garage, and he did not look pleased. Billie's tummy jumped—despite her career creating bad-ass gamer fantasies, she liked peace, and she really liked her man's approval.
But it was hardly her fault that lunchtime traffic was a mess downtown, so she put a determined smile on her face as she eased past Rocker into the big garage her SUV shared with his Harley and his muscle car. Both of his vehicles were big, black and shiny. Her SUV was champagne, and had a kick-ass Sheenah sticker in the back window.
She hopped out of her vehicle, leaving the bags for later, and walked around to meet him.
"Bout time you got here," he told her. "I had a shit morning, and the afternoon's not looking to be much better."
Billie tipped her head, and gave him a look from under her lashes. Then she sashayed toward the door into the apartment. "Well, then you best be making this lunch break a good one for both of us, hadn't you?"
"Hey," he growled behind her. "Come back here."
She darted through the door, and peered back at him around the edge. "No."
Then she headed for the kitchen, in no particular hurry. Her heart was racing plenty fast enough, though.
The garage door rumbled down, the inner door slammed, and booted footsteps clomped across the floor behind her. "Did you just blow off my hello kiss and say no to me?" he asked in a dangerously quiet voice.
Smoothing her hand down over her new purple top, which was crafted of snug knit, and a low vee neck that emphasized her cleavage, and looked awesome with her dark-wash skinny jeans and brown leather booties, Billie turned to face him. "Maybe. Whatcha gonna do about it?"
His dark eyes narrowed, and his nostrils flared. "I'm gonna do plenty. And you don't get over here now, you're not gonna like it. Cause I'm not in the mood to be ignored, woman."
Excitement racing through her along with nerves, she tossed her hair back. "Bring it, biker man."
With speed that took her breath away, he swooped, grabbing her around her hips and tossing her over his broad shoulder. Then he turned, carried her the several steps to the big, leather sectional sofa that dominated the middle of their living area, and let her down, face down over the back of the sofa. She had to brace her hands on the seat to balance herself, her legs dangling over the back.
When she struggled, she received a hard smack on her ass from a broad palm. "Ow!" she yelped. "Rocker Hayes, you stop that."
He smacked her again, on the other ass cheek. "Be quiet and maybe I will. Or maybe I'll find another way to keep you quiet."
Reaching under her hips, he found the fastening of her jeans, opened them, and stripped them down over her hips, leaving her ass and thighs bared to him, except for a pair of thin, lacy boy cut panties, which just happened to match her top. Lesa was right—purple really was 'in' this spring.
He showed his approval by filling his hands with her ass cheeks, and fondling them. "Huh. Now this is pretty—although the color'd go better if your ass was pink all over." He smacked her again, twice in swift succession, and then drew his fingers through the furrow between her thighs.
"You're wet," he told her, a new note in his voice. "Why, a man might get to thinkin' you like this. He might, if he's the suspicious type, even think you goaded him into gettin' rough."
"Maybe I did," she said breathlessly, waiting for him to touch her again. "Not that it's getting me any real action."
She yelped as he smacked her again, this time more lightly.
"Smart ass. I'll give you some real action." He stroked between her legs again, and she heard the clink of his belt buckle, and then his zipper. The next flesh she felt on hers was the hot, satiny length of his cock, slapping against her inner thighs as he freed himself from his jeans.
He tugged her panties down, and then slid two fingers into her labia. Billie whimpered her relief at finally being touched where she needed him most.
"Oh, you want it, don't you?" He placed the hot, broad head of his cock where his fingers had been, and thrust into her depths. "You want this?"
"Yesss," she breathed, wriggling back against him as he drove deep, so deep his groin met her ass, and she felt his balls against her inner thighs. "Yes, honey." Oh, yes, he felt so-oo good filling her.
She waited for him to move again, but to her chagrin, he held her there, and she heard plastic crinkle. "Did I mention," he said, his deep voice laced with a grin, "That my latest appointment this morning was with the owner of a new store in town?"
"Um, no," she answered, tensing as something small and firm teased up the crevice of her ass. He dipped his fingers into her pussy, making them wet.
"Yeah," he told her, stroking her with the object again. And this time he tickled the puckered rosette between her cheeks with it. "A sexy toy store. And darned if they didn't offer me a couple of free gifts."
Billy caught her breath in alarm. "Rocker? Honey... I'm not sure..."
"Just let me try it, babe." His deep voice went velvet, coaxing, in a way that made her spasm around his rigid girth inside her. He grunted. "I'll take that as a yes. Fuck, you're so hot. You got no idea how gorgeous you are right now, takin' me so sweet."
As he spoke, he teased a small, rounded end into her, and then slowly worked it a little deeper, until it lodged there. Billie whimpered again at the overload of sensation. Oh, God, she was filled in both channels, by him and by the toy. It felt naughty and so good she could not help wriggling around both.
"Here, that's right," he approved, lifting her so she could rest her arms on the back of the sofa. "That's it. Show me how you want to take me. Fuck me how you want it."
And Billie did. She rocked back to meet him, and soon they were locked in the sweetest duel in the world, as she took her man and he took her.
The pleasure built and built, and just when she couldn't bear it any longer, she imploded. She cried out one last time and went still, letting him take her hard and fast. When Rocker found his own release, he let out a low roar, his body stiffening over her like a drawn bow. His cum spilled hot inside her, setting off another, smaller cataclysm.
He bent slowly over her and wrapped her in his long, strong arms, his bearded face in the crook of her neck, bared by her tumbled hair.
"Oh, babe," he muttered. "That was fuckin' awesome."
She sighed in agreement, smiling as he nibbled at her neck with his lips. "Feel better, Mr Rock Solid?" she asked.
"Oh, yeah." His stomach chose that instant to growl, long and loud.
Billie giggled, and pushed herself up as straight as she could with him still inside her. "Better get you fed."
"M-hmm." He pulled out of her, and gave her his bandana handkerchief to wipe up with. "Any chance you'd wear just this sexy top and panties while we have lunch?"
"I might be persuaded."
He gave her a last squeeze. "Keep the plug in too, and I'll eat you for dessert."
"Umm..." her face flooded with heat, and she wrinkled her nose. "Maybe next time?"
He chuckled as he let her go. "Fair enough. Maybe sometime when you can do some cinnamon shots first, hmm?"
He was getting to know her too well. Give her enough shots of cinnamon whiskey or Jaeger, and she’d try anything her biker man came up with. Of course, that was because she knew she could trust him to take care with her body and her heart.
While she ducked into the bathroom to finish cleaning up and tidy her hair, he got busy in the kitchen. When she came back out, he had bread, sliced roast beef, sliced swiss cheese and the fixings out on the cement countertops. He grabbed two sturdy plates and set them out, then opened the bread bag. "So, you were shopping?"
Billie grinned. "I was, for T's girlfriend. I hit the sale racks at Macy's and LulaBelle's. Got her some basics. T said all she has is a dress and one pair of boots."
Rocker slid a plate her way with two slices of fresh whole-grain bread, and reached for the roast beef. "Yeah. Poor kid."
His neutral tone made her shoot him a keen look as she spread mayo on her bread. "What? You don't like her?"
"Don't know her," he admitted. "Only seen her once, when she was waking up from a concussion. All I know is, T is seriously into her."
"And he hardly knows her," she added.
He nodded, slapping his sandwich together and sliding it across the counter toward the chairs on the other side. "That's the part that worries me."
"Hey, hey," she complained, beckoning for him to hand his plate back to her. She added lettuce and sprouts to his sandwich, and returned it. "So you're worried he'll get dumped again?"
"I am," he said, taking a huge bite of sandwich. Plate in hand, he moved around the counter and took a seat, chewing. "T doesn't have the best luck with women. Krystelle not only dumped him, she ripped him off."
Billie poured him a glass of ice water, grabbed the bag of baby carrots and the container of ranch dip from the frig, and placed them where he could reach them. She snagged a carrot for herself and pointed it at him. "Eat your veggies. You know what T-Bear needs—besides a nice woman, that is? He needs a budget."
He took another huge bite of sandwich, raised a brow at her, and then reached into the bag, grabbing a handful of carrots. "Not arguin' with you there. He throws money around like a millionaire—which he ain't."
"He makes good money at JJ's garage, right?"
"I think so, why?"
"Well, he doesn't have any living expenses. He should be saving most of his paychecks. And he should have a credit card, so he can start building up a credit rating."
"All true. Think he and Moke pay a little rent at the club house, but mostly just expenses. Stick considers them night security."
"Well, you should talk to him. He'll listen to you." She moved around the counter to sit beside him.
"You think so, huh?" He watched her, crunching his carrots one by one. "Sure like your new top. And I especially like that you found sexy, purple panties to match."
She smiled happily. "Thanks for noticing."
Rocker choked on a drink of water, and pounded his chest, even as he smirked at her. "Hard to miss with your ass in the air over the back of our sofa."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "Don't gloat."
He was definitely gloating.
But since she was crazy about him, she rolled her eyes and went back to eating her sandwich.