Chapter 6

T he house was dark as I walked in. I sniffed a little as I headed to the fridge. It was definitely time for some food, wine, and chocolate. 

With my arms full, I closed the door with my hip. I hadn’t turned on the light, I could see just fine as I made my way to my room. 

“Cider?” Billy’s concerned tone came from his room. 

I hadn’t heard him because I’d been too focused on the food in my arms. My heart still ached from the rejection from earlier, I wasn’t sure I wanted to deal with Billy being an idiot. 

“What?” Standing in front of my door, I tried to figure out how I was going to open it. Maybe I could try to balance on one foot and use the other to open the door knob. 

“Cid, I’m sorry for pulling away.” His heat was against my back. “That was childish and if it hurt you, I’m sorry.” His hands touched my arms. 

Just like that, my body melted, leaning into his chest and it irritated me. Billy was my best friend first and foremost. His reaction wasn’t surprising, he was bad with change. 

I tilted my head back, looking up into his multi colored eyes. “It did hurt. I can’t just turn this off. Neither can you or the other two, no matter how much any of us may want to.” 

“Two?” His brows rose high. “There’s another one?” 

“Surprise.” If my response was a little dry, you couldn’t blame a girl. “Do me a favor and open the door, would ya?” 

He leaned over my shoulder to pop open the door and I pushed it with my hip. 

“Look. Today really sucked. I’m going to drown myself in comfort food and alcohol. You can join if you want.” I dropped the food and placed the wine on my desk before brushing my hands together before looking at him.

The big lumberjack looked exhausted. I noticed the circles under his eyes now that I paid attention. His clothes looked rumbled. Even his beard looked messy. He groomed that with vanity and pride. Usually, he took longer than a teenage girl to care for it in the mornings. 

I’d been so focused on how I felt, I hadn’t even thought about how this would affect him. Not very best friend-like of me.

“Hey, goat face.” My arms wound around his waist as I gave him a hug. “I’m sorry I was a brat. This is a crazy and scary development. I’m here and ready to talk when you’re ready. We’ll figure this out together, just as we always do.” 

Billy held my face between his hands. “I hurt you.” The tortured expression cut me deep. “I never meant to do that. You’re my best friend. I love you, Cider.” 

My broken heart skipped a beat, warming slightly. 

“I love you, too.” I touched his chest, moving my hands to rest over his heart. “I’m scared that I fucked up our relationship.” 

Billy snorted, his eyes lighting up in amusement. “Cider, you are a lot of things. But a fuck up? It’s not one of them.” He moved his face closer to mine as I tipped my chin up. “This is just a new step in our lives. It explains why I never settled down. Something always felt off with other women. You’re the only one I’ve ever been able to actually be myself with.” The corners of his eyes crinkled. “You’re the only woman who's not afraid to call me out on my shit and try to kick my ass at video games.” 

“Billy, I hate to tell you this.” I closed my eyes, trusting him. “You suck at video games.”

His scoff was cut off as he pressed our lips together. The scruff of his beard was a new sensation against my face, but it wasn’t unpleasant. 

When his tongue swept into my mouth, twining with mine, I moaned. It was like sweet honey with fresh pine. My fox was thrilled. She trilled her excitement, making my chest hum. 

Pulling back from him for a second, I pushed his chest slightly as I moved to pull his shirt over his head. He shucked it over his head before pushing his pants off. 

My mouth dried as I looked at my best friend naked. I’d seen him pretty close to it. Billy liked his shorts and nothing else usually. But naked is a whole other ballgame. 

I barked out a laugh.

“A tattoo?” He had a small goat standing on a hill on his right inner thigh, right next to his cock. “How did I not know you had a tattoo?” It was actually pretty cute. 

Billy cleared his throat. “My ex did it. Remember, she was apprenticing as a tattoo artist? I was drunk one night. Woke up with it.”  

I trailed a finger along the goat's small horns. Billy shivered. “I like it.”

Suddenly, I was in the air and bouncing onto the bed. Billy had tossed me onto it easily. Damn, that was hot. 

“Glad you like it. I’d like you to pay attention to my cock now, if you could.” His grumble filled the room, shooting straight to my pussy.

My clothes were off in record time as I sat up on my knees. I didn’t even hesitate to worry if he wouldn’t like my stretch marks. This was Billy. My big, kind, overbearing lumberjack. 

By the way he was devouring me with his gaze, I’d have to say he liked what he saw. 

I knew a second later just how much when I was on my back staring up at him. His expression was soft as he bent to brush our lips together. 

“You’re perfect. I love how you own every inch of your skin.” His hands rested on either side of my face as he held himself over me. “You’re mine now.” 

“Ye--S!!” My answer ended on a loud croak as he impaled my pussy with his cock. I shuddered as pleasure coursed through me. “Oh, fuck!” 

Billy shifted his weight to his hand, gripping my right leg and put it up over his shoulder, gripping my knee. The shift in position allowed him to thrust in deeper and I could only just hang on for the ride. 

I gripped his wrist with one hand, while with my free one, I moved to start rubbing my clit in circles in time with his thrusts. I could barely keep up. 

Pleasure flooded my senses. I could barely breathe properly. It was unlike anything I’d experienced before. This was right. This was everything. My body was his and his was mine .

“Cider!” he groaned my name as he reached his climax. His hips moved rapidly and I followed shortly after, leaving me a panting hot mess. 

Holy shit.