Free Billy Jeffers: Rockers of Steel by Mj Fields Page A

Dad and I were going to wait to tell you we sold the house and bought a little bungalow on the shore. It’s totally adorable.”
    “You sold the house?”
    “Yes,” she says calmly.
    “Didn’t you need my signature?” I ask. I paid off the damn mortgage and was promised the house would be in my name.
    “Nope. Why would we need that, honey?”
    She is totally clueless. I love my mother, but the woman lives in her own little world.
    “No reason.” I try not to sound pissed.
    “Okay, well, it’s beautiful but only one bedroom,” she says then waits. “I can sleep on the couch.”
    “Don’t be silly, Mom. I have a friend with me, so we will get a hotel.”
    “You sure?”
    “Yep.”
    I am not in the right mindset to deal with this right now. I need fucking answers, and he’s lying in a hospital bed while Mother is in her adorable, little bungalow on the moon.

I wait long enough for whatever feelings or circumstances he is dealing with to pass. But after I can’t stand it anymore, I open my eyes and see him glancing at me.
    He sighs, shakes his head, and looks away.
    “You okay?” I ask.
    He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. His jaw clamps shut, his muscles pop, and he rubs his hand up and down his leg.
    “I can drive.” I start to sit up.
    He reaches over and stops me. His hand lingers, and when I feel him grip the fabric of my shirt, I nearly stop breathing.
    This is not a side I have ever seen of Billy Jeffers, not even when he thinks I’m not looking.
    I reach up and hold my hand over his, and he lets out a heavy sigh. He starts to pull it away after a minute.
    “I’m calling a truce,” I tell him, taking his hand and holding it against my cheek. “He’s gonna be okay; you’re gonna be okay; and I am gonna pretend that you are the guy I imagined you were the first time I saw you.”
    “Madison,” he growls, inching his hand back.
    “Billy,” I growl back then nip his knuckle.
    “Don’t fucking do that,” he snarls.
    “Okay, I’m gonna pretend I didn’t do that, and you didn’t already break my truce.”
    “We can’t …” He stops and seems to be searching for the right words.
    I lie back and bring his hand to rest on my heart. “The first time I saw you, it was like seeing a man who could maybe be my best friend someday.”
    “Mad—”
    “Shush and listen. I saw this group of wild men, and in the middle of the chaos, there was a calmness. Did you know storms like calm?”
    “No, Madison, I didn’t,” he says.
    “Well, we do.” I pull his hand to my lips. “Anyway, there you stood, poised, strong, angelic almost.” I rub my lips across his hand and close my eyes. I want to get this right. I need to get this right. “I had, weeks before, watched a man I always thought was the same exact way I thought Billy Jeffers would be.”
    “But Billy Jeffers is no calm to any storm.”
    “Well, this may be true, but it happens to be my story, so I am gonna continue.”
    “Of course you are.”
    He acts like he doesn’t like it, but I think, deep down, he does. I hope so, anyway.
    “The man I had put on a pedestal my entire life was a fraud, a phony, a liar.”
    “He was human, and that tends to be disappointing.”
    “Yes, but when you see your father’s dick buried in your best friend’s father’s ass, a lot of shit changes.” I laugh.
    “Aw, sweet thing, it’s not that funny.”
    It takes a moment to recover from him calling me sweet, but I will not be swayed.
    “Nope, it’s not, but I make jokes to get through things. I also …” I turn and look at him. “Now this part is important, and it’s between us.”
    “We have more secrets?” he asks.
    I nod and try not to smile, because secrets with Billy are so much more fun than my secrets about Billy.
    “I have this brother who is crazy talented and has always chased his dreams without doubting himself. He truly knows who he is, and well, as much as I love him madly, it wasn’t always easy to gain