They were back at the house Billy was staying in.
“Why didn’t you get a hotel room? There are plenty of them around here, and the rooms are cheap since the season hasn’t started yet.”
Why hadn’t he? Because he wanted to have crazy, loud, anywhere-he-wanted-to-have-it sex with her. That’s why. He didn’t want to be confined to a hotel room, where she didn’t feel comfortable, or they had to worry about someone hearing them.
“I don’t like hotel rooms. I spent too much time in them when I was on the circuit.” That was another thing, he didn’t have sex with Renie, they made love, and it wasn’t something he wanted to do in a hotel room. He’d had too much sex in hotel rooms.
“Are you officially retired, Billy? I haven’t paid much attention to circuit news.”
Billy hadn’t announced it yet, but word was out that Billy was raising his kid, whose mother had died. As much as he didn’t want to ride saddle broncs anymore, he didn’t want to face the gossip and small-mindedness there would be out on the circuit. It was time he made the official announcement.
There was a Bose dock for an iPod in the family room. Billy set his phone in it, scrolled through his music and hit play.
“Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin,” played through the speaker and Billy put his arms around Renie. “Dance with me, darlin’.”
Renie melted into him and let him dance her around the room.
“I love havin’ you in my arms, feelin’ your body up against mine.” His lips trailed down the side of her face, to her neck. She arched back and Billy continued his way down her shoulder. He unbuttoned her shirt, then pushed it off one shoulder so his lips could touch more of her skin.
He moved her across the floor, to the bedroom, moving her shirt off her other shoulder as they went. Instead of dancing her to the bed, he backed her into the wall, pushing her up against it, while his hands found the zipper on her jeans. He unfastened them, and pushed them over her hips, to the floor.
He wanted her there, where she was, up against the wall. He wanted to feel her legs wrapped around him, clinging to him. He wanted her to need him, to hold her, to love her, to remind her that he was the man for her. The only man for her. The only man who knew every inch of her, and how to make her feel better than she ever had before.
“Billy,” she whimpered.
He grasped her thighs, and she put them around his waist. When he slid inside her, she gasped.
“Tell me, Renie, tell me how much you want me.”
“You know I do, Billy. I want you so much.”
“Only me, Renie. Tell me I’m the only one you want.”
“Only you.”
“Say my name.”
“Billy…”
“Who do you love?”
“I love you, Billy,” she cried out.
“I love you, Renie,” he answered.
He laid her on the bed, and she watched as he took off his clothes. He stretched out next to her and turned her face toward him, staring into her eyes.
“Renie?” he said softly.
“Yeah, Billy?”
“I didn’t use a condom.”
“It’s okay. We’re okay.”
“How are we okay?”
“I’m on the pill, Billy. I have been for a while.”