Free Billy Jeffers: Rockers of Steel by Mj Fields

away. Would be closer, but well, Billy decided to drive. Oh, and you’re on speaker.”
    “Hey, Billy. Not for nothing, but the girl can drive,” Memphis comments.
    “He knows I can,” Madison says then looks over and winks at me.
    My mouth drops open, and she laughs inwardly.
    “But I think I may go too fast for him.”
    “Yeah, well, you drive better fast. Just don’t get pulled over.”
    I give her a taunting look. “ Pft .”
    “Holy shit! She got pulled over, didn’t she?”
    “I had to pee,” she says defensively.
    “Did you piss your pants to get out of a ticket again?” Memphis chuckles.
    She reaches over and disconnects the call. Then she looks at me, waiting, expecting me to say something, and dammit, I shouldn’t, but how the hell can you not?
    “Should I ask why you hung up on your brother or if you really pissed yourself to get out of a ticket?”
    Her eyes narrow, and I can’t help laughing.
    “Hey, at least I didn’t piss in your car.”
    The phone rings, and I answer immediately.
    “She pissed in your car, didn’t she?” Memphis laughs, and I hear Tales giggling in the background.
    “No, she actually didn’t, but I was pretty sure we were going to jail when she tried to outrun the cop.”
    “I didn’t try to outrun the cop!” She slaps my chest, and I grab her hand so she can’t hit me again.
    “She kind of did,” I tell Memphis. “She took the off-ramp like a damn Indycar driver and nearly jumped a curb, too.”
    Madison tries to pull her hand away, but I hold it to my chest so she can’t. She is not happy that I have the upper hand. I like it.
    “Then—”
    “Shush, Billy,” she groans.
    “Then, what?” Memphis is in hysterics.
    “She bolted inside the gas station, and then she came out.” I stop. “Do you wanna tell him or should I?”
    “She said she was pregnant, didn’t she?” Tales giggles.
    “Yes. Yes, she did. Madison, how many times have you used that one?” I ask, kind of perturbed and having no idea why.
    “At least one other time,” Memphis interjects. “And I swear the cop looked at us like—”
    I gasp. “You said Memphis was the father of your child?”
    “Dude, it’s no different than her saying you are. We’re like family, right?” he asks.
    I don’t say a thing, and I have no idea why. I am looking at her, she is looking at me, and there is no way she is like family. She is far from it.
    “Right?”
    She swallows hard, looks away, and snorts. “Well, no duh.”
    “Okay,” Memphis says and then silence.
    When she looks back at me, my eyes shift from the road to her, and I have this incredible urge to kiss her. Hell, I want to do more than that.
    She reaches over and hangs up on Memphis again. “Billy?”
    “Yeah?”
    “What are you doing?”
    “Thinking we sure as hell are not family.”
    “I mean …” She squeezes my hand, and only then do I realize I have it pulled up to my mouth.
    “No idea.” I sigh and regretfully let go. “You hung up on your brother again.”
    She smiles and nods. “The reception is horrible here.”
    I nod. “Sure is.”

    My phone rings. I look over at Madison curled up on her side, sleeping. I want to reach over and push the hair out of her face just so I can see her lips.
    When it rings again, her eyes flutter, and I look away, not wanting her to see me looking at her. I don’t want her to look at me like she does. I don’t want her to make me hard. I don’t want her to make me so angry I feel like I need to smack her little peach of an ass. And I don’t want to think about how badly I would love to wake up again, still tasting her pussy in my mouth and smelling her on my skin.
    I answer the phone so she doesn’t have to hear the call. “Hello, Mom.”
    “Billy? Where are you? Did you catch a flight?”
    “There weren’t any. I’m driving. I should be there in an hour. Text me the hospital address.”
    “Oh, really? You’re on your way?”
    “Of course I am, Mom.”
    “Um, well,