Billy Jeffers: Rockers of Steel by Mj Fields Page A

on my knee, rubbing his thumb slowly up and down.
    I look over to see he is still fully erect and isn’t bothering to cover himself.
    I have to fight not to reach over and stroke him again. Instead, I rest my hand on his forearm and sit back.
    “Thirty minutes,” he grumbles.
    I give his arm a squeeze, hoping to reassure him.
    “Do me a favor?” he asks.
    I look over at him and nod.
    “Book us a room.”
    “Of course.”
    “One bed,” he says with a nod.
    “One bed,” I agree.
    “Sleep until we get there.”
    “I don’t need to. I’m fine.”
    “Madison?”
    “Billy?”
    “I plan on telling you secrets all night long, so please, get some sleep.”
    “Promises, promises.” I giggle.
    He shakes his head. “We’re fuck buddies, not roommates. We won’t be sleeping.”
    “Fuck buddies,” I say with a grin.
    “Fuck buddies and secrets.” He winks.
    I let go of his hand to grab my phone.

I get out of the car and walk around as Madison gets out.
    “Feel free to go to the hotel. I can catch a cab,” I tell her, expecting that is what she will do.
    “I’m going in with you. I am here as a friend to support you, Billy.”
    “It’s not at all necessary.” I shrug. “I would actually prefer it if you didn’t. Go shower and be in bed when I …” I stop when she walks away from me toward the entry.
    I don’t want her to meet him. How fucked up is it my new fuck buddy—the sister of one of the men he fucked over, one of my friends who will hate me very soon—is actually here with me? And I can’t be the bigger man and make her go away. Fuck, this morning, I was the one who went after her.
    She said she wouldn’t hate me, but I know damn well she will. Just like they will, and I won’t blame them.
    What a mess, what a fucking mess he has made, and I just made it worse. Why? Because Billy Jeffers let loose and ended up fucking one Madison Black. One lick and that was all she wrote. It became something I was desperate to have again.
    I watch her stop and turn around. She waves me to her, and damn if I don’t comply.
    What the fuck is she doing to me?
    Better question, what the fuck is it going to do to her?
    I walk in beside her, and she looks up at me. “Everything is gonna be fine.” Then she links her pinky around mine, and I allow it because I’m a selfish fuck.
    I look at my phone and open my mom’s text.
    As we stand in front of the elevator, she hits the up arrow.
    “Fourth floor, room four-twenty-seven,” I read aloud.
    “You think we could hit the bathroom first?” she asks, looking over her shoulder at me.
    “Of course. Wouldn’t want you to piss your pants.”
    She slugs me in the arm. “That’s one of those things that should not be talked about.”
    I nod. “Understood.”
    “Do you look like your dad or your mom?” she asks almost excitedly.
    “I’m not really sure.” I sure as hell hope I don’t act like either.
    “Well, what do they say?”
    “About?”
    “You know, ‘oh, he has my eyes,’ or ‘he has my hair color.’ ”
    I shrug. “I never paid much attention.”
    “So you have always been this … in your head type of person?”
    I yawn and cover my mouth. “I suppose, yes.”
    I look straight ahead, knowing she is looking at me. I need to concentrate.
    I had four hours to figure out how I’m going to deal with him, but my new friend, fuck buddy—the girl I share secrets with, the one who two days ago was the bane of my existence—has me all sorts of fucked up.
    The elevator door opens, and she grabs my hand.
    “Madison.” I pull my hand away, and for a fleeting moment, I see hurt in her eyes. “Our secret, remember?”
    “Of course.” She smiles at me like she does everyone else when I am around. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not, though.
    Fuck.
    We stop at the nurses’ station and one of them looks up.
    “I’m here to see William Jeffers.”
    She smiles and nods. “The rock star son.”
    I hate that he brags about me, but