Ainsley

I stare at my phone for a long time with no response until I put it down, figuring I must have gone too far.

How embarrassing.

I pace across the living room, trying to figure out how to back pedal from this horrific situation just as there are pounding knocks on the front door. I cross the room and open the door hesitantly, only to have Billy's large frame barrell into the small opening.

His arms go around my waist as he hauls me into his arms, pressing my back against the wall as his lips crash into mine. I gasp at the contact and he takes the opportunity to thread his tongue with mine, his hands tightening around my waist. I throw my arms around his neck, groaning into the kiss as I writhe against his hard chest. Much too soon, he breaks away, trailing feather light kisses along my jaw and neck. My eyes stay closed as I tilt my head, giving him more access to the sensitive area.

"Willow?" He asks, his voice dark with need.

"Ellie's" I murmur and feel his smile against my skin.

"Good. I think we need to talk." He says and my heart rate kicks up a notch more as his hard length digs into my belly.

"About what?" I ask nervously, my fingers clinging to the fabric of his shirt on his back.

"What you want, angel." He says quietly into my ear making me shiver.

"What do you mean?" I ask, trying to take heavy breaths to force my brain into functioning.

"I mean, what do you want? With me." He says, his soft lips skimming over my warm skin, his hands loosen their hold on my waist, but his chest stays pressed against me, caging me in in the best way.

"I want you to fuck me." I say, a tinge of frustration in my tone. Billy's husky laugh skates hot breath across my already sensitive flesh and I begin to tremble in his arms.

"Is that all you want?" He asks and I whine in annoyance.

"What do you mean, Billy?" I ask, wanting this little test to end.

"Should I tell you what I want?" He asks, and I nod, pushing myself closer to him. I breathe in his scent, warm and inviting as it calms my over excited body.

"I want to be a priority. Not just an option anymore." He says firmly and I pull away to look up into his eyes, the clear blue nearly shining in the dim glow of the lamp in the living room.

"An option?" I ask and he nods, his curly blonde hair bouncing a little with the movement.

"With girls it's always been 'I need a date to a wedding, I'll call Billy' or 'I need a fun roll in the sheets, I'll call Billy' or 'I've always wanted to try out a tattooed bad boy, I'll use Billy' or 'I'll string him along so I have someone to pay for dinner and build me things, but I'll break up with him the moment someone better comes along'. I've always just been an option, no woman willing to commit to me. I don't want that anymore. I know Willow will always be your first priority and I love that about you. I never expect that to change, but I want to be important to you too." He takes a deep breath before he continues and I can feel how tense he is under my fingertips.

"It's like you guys are your own super secret club and, angel, I want in. Not just with you, but with her too. I want to coach her t-ball team, teach her how to ride a bike, see her face light up on Christmas morning when she sees what Santa brought her. I want both of you in my life. I want to wake up to you next to me, make you breakfast, listen to you complain about annoying things at work, support you when you need it. I swear, if you give me a chance, make me a priority in your life, you and Willow will be everything to me. I want to be the one you call when you get a flat tire, when the kitchen sink starts leaking or Willow needs a ride home from school. Before we do this, I need to know if that's what you want too. Before I fall even deeper for the two of you, I need to know that there's a future there. I need to know because if I fall any more for the both of you... Well, fuck. I don't know if there's any coming back from that, Ains." He finishes on a ragged breath. My mouth drops in surprise as I watch him watch my reaction. I curl my mouth into a smile and nod, reaching up to cup his cheek.

"You're not just an option to me. You are already a priority. I swear." I feel tears prick my eyes and the wide smile he gives me makes my heart flutter with affection.

"Really?" He asks and I nod.

"You have been so incredible. Willow adores you and I count myself grateful that you want to be in our club." I tell him with a little laugh that makes his smile widen. He bends down to catch my lips, his kiss turning devout rather than hungry. He pulls away to trail kisses up to my ear, pulling my body tight to his.

"You swear you won't drop me the minute something better comes along?" He questions and I shake my head.

"Billy... I can't imagine anything better than you." I murmur softly, tightening my hold on him. He groans, but it's more of a tortured sound this time, like that is something he's been waiting to hear for a long time.

He bends down and scoops me up until I wrap my legs around his waist, his hands on my ass as he carries me upstairs. He kicks my bedroom door shut behind him as he lays me down gently on the bed, climbing on top of me in between my parted legs. His hardness presses against me and I moan at the contact, arching my back and swiveling my hips to get more of the delicious pressure.

"Patience, angel." He murmurs into my lips as he presses his against mine. I dig my nails into his biceps trying to press myself impossibly closer to him. He chuckles again, the sound deep and melodious making me shiver with anticipation.

He kisses his way down my neck, unbuttoning my jeans and sliding the zipper down.

"You sure about this, Ains?" He asks and I nod enthusiatically, my brain practically numb from excitement.

"Use your words, sweet girl." He says quietly and I let out the breath I've been holding.

"I'm sure, Billy. I want you." I say with a warm smile that he returns easily, those dimples showing and I feel myself dampen at the sight.

"Lift that sweet ass for me." He says with a mischevious look that has me obeying immediately. He slips my jeans down my legs and throws them across the room, running his hands up my legs to my panties, slipping his thumbs under each side and pulling them down gently.

I lift up and pull my shirt off, his eyes trailing the motion. My body heats up under his hungry scrutiny and I fight the urge to cover myself with my hands. He leans down to press kiss after kiss up my abdomen and in between my breasts, sucking and twirling each nipple. I moan at the sensation, arching my back and pushing myself further into him. His tongue leaves a trail up my neck as he kisses along my jaw, his hand gliding across my sensitive flesh, light as a feather leaving a trail of fire in its' wake. He kisses me gently, sweetly, and I curl my fingers in his shirt, annoyed he's still wearing it.

He pulls away from the kiss and looks down into my eyes, and I swear if I didn't know better I'd say it was love in them.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Ainsley." He says, his voice reverant and full of emotion.

Those words have the last of my walls crumbling down, letting him inside of my body and my soul