Chapter Fourteen

After Billie’s soft parting words, Jon sank down onto the mattress, staring after her. For a long, temptation-laced minute, he wondered how she’d react if he followed her down that dim hallway to her bedroom. He actually got to his feet, taking a hesitant half-step in that direction, stopping the instant he heard a low warning growl.

Deke stood watching him balefully, and Jon raised his hands pacifically.

“Okay, buddy.” He muttered. “You’re prob’ly right. I should just go to bed right here.”

The dog looked at him a moment longer, then turned and followed Billie. Jon shook his head, smiling just a little drunkenly as he stripped off his clothes and fell into the bed, pulling the soft, brightly patterned blanket over his naked body, shivering slightly until the bed warmed.

Tonight, though, even the combination of the day’s strenuous exercise and a decent amount of whisky wasn’t enough to drag him quickly into sleep, and he tossed and turned restlessly for what seemed like hours. It wasn’t worry and self-recrimination keeping him awake this time, though, but random, lust-filled thoughts and memories. Memories of Billie pulled tight against his crotch as they rode across that meadow. Memories of how hard and tight her nipples had risen under the sweat-soaked top. Memories of her taste when they’d kissed so deliciously up in the hayloft.

Finally, blessedly, sleep did come, but with it came amazingly detailed dreams. Amazingly and arousingly detailed, really, so that Jon could almost feel the hard nub of her nipple against his palm. His sleep that night was anything but restful, and when he finally woke it was to find sunlight streaming into the room.

This time, Billie wasn’t sitting in the armchair, for which Jon was glad, since he’d woken with a rock-hard erection and it was taking him some serious mental discipline not to just jack off here in the fold-out bed. He managed to relax himself - distract himself - enough that he could at least chance getting out from under the blankets, fairly sure his jeans were tight enough to hide the still-evident arousal. With a quick glance around, he got out of bed and into his jeans, tucking his dick behind the zipper as best he could.

Now he was on his feet, Jon could smell coffee, and he looked toward the kitchen, following his nose.

“Billie?” He called softly, but there was no reply.

Jon helped himself to coffee, taking the mug to the sink to splash in a little cold water just so he could gulp it down faster, speeding the caffeine boost. At the sink, he looked out through the window, seeing Drummer looking expectantly toward the barn. Looked like Billie was already up and outside, taking care of her animals before she’d look after herself, as usual. Still, it did explain why Deke wasn’t still on guard duty, Jon figured.

Tossing back the last of the coffee, Jon hesitated a moment, but he could almost hear the shower calling his name, so he decided to quickly jump in there before heading outside to find Billie. Rooting through the black saddlebag, he found he hadn’t a clean shirt, so he just had to hope Billie wouldn’t mind him wandering around shirtless for the day. If he was very lucky - or very persuasive - maybe he could talk her into doing some laundry for him. Somehow, though, Jon reckoned she’d just point him at the machine and leave him to it.

Carrying his toothbrush, Jon headed to the bathroom, just pushing open the door, humming a soft tune to himself.

Next minute, though, he slammed to a halt so fast he nearly landed on his ass, the toothbrush falling to the floor. There, standing in the tub naked and wet, was Billie.

“Shit!” Jon blurted as she looked over in surprise. “I’m so sorry! I…….”

His voice trailed off as he finally registered the fact she wasn’t yelling at him to get out. In fact, she wasn’t doing anything. She’d obviously just finished showering, because her hair hung around her in wet ropes, and she held a large towel in both hands, covering her lower body but leaving her bare from the waist up.

“I……..ummmm……..” Jon tried again to speak, to apologise, but the blood seemed to be rushing from his brain. Rushing just a couple of feet south, he guessed, straight to his crotch as his dick tried to stand up inside his jeans.

Billie wasn’t sure what to do. Part of her brain was telling her to shoo him from the room, or to at least pull the towel higher, to cover herself. The other half, though, the devil half that had been way too quiet for far too long, was asking if there was any point. He’d seen her now - seen her bare breasts at least - so why panic over covering something he’d doubtless seen dozens of times before.

Whilst the voices in Billie’s brain kept arguing with each other, Jon was only hearing one voice, and it certainly wasn’t coming from his brain. His dick had leapt to attention like a marine on parade, and every other muscle seemed paralysed so he just stood gazing at her.

She was slim and toned, that much he’d already known, but now he saw her breasts were smaller than he’d imagined. And he realised now that he had imagined them quite frequently over the last day or so. Small, but perfectly formed, he thought, for the first time fully appreciating that description, and his fingers flexed instinctively in anticipation of filling his palms with that soft flesh. The idea of filling his mouth with one of those tempting nipples was the other thought hammering at his brain.

Her nipples were rosy-pink, and at his continued silent scrutiny they slowly puckered and rose, the phenomenon encouraging his dick to react similarly until Jon was convinced it would burst right through the brass zipper.

“I’m sorry.” He murmured again, taking a step back.

At least, he meant to step back, but his body was having none of it, and he found himself stepping toward Billie instead.

She still didn’t say a word, but she stepped out of the bath, the towel still held to her waist. Jon finished crossing the room and grasped the towel, looking into her eyes as he tugged gently, and Billie released it, letting Jon toss it away as his mouth descended onto hers.