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

attention. So, I adapted.”
    “Is that what you call it, adapting?”
    I nod and fan my eyelashes at him.
    “I’m pretty sure you could gain attention in other ways, Madison Black, like smiling, letting people see your sweeter side, and not just going for shock and awe.”
    “Well, I’ve learned that some people require shock and awe.”
    He shakes his head. “You may be wrong about that.”
    “I’m learning,” I sigh.
    “Two men saw you for what you were and apparently liked it enough to win you over.”
    My eyebrow inches up, and I chuckle. “Yeah, I suppose.”
    I’m a liar, a big fat liar.
    “And then one who just needed to give you what you had begged for from him for a year.”
    “If he was being honest with himself, I’m sure he’d realize his obvious desires were not hidden well, either.”
    “ My desires ?” He seems shocked.
    “I will be honest and say I may have, at first, tried everything in my arsenal to gain your attention. However, I quickly realized that said arsenal was severely lacking, and by that point, you looked at me with disdain. And I can say with all honesty and a ton of shame that messing with you was so much fun. You, Billy Jeffers, were interested in me. I may not know much, but I do know that.”
    “I was doing whatever I could not to fuck my co-worker, my friend’s sister, and break a bond formed with my band.”
    “Because you wanted me,” I comment, looking away from him.
    “This is not to be mean, but Madison, your ass has been in my face so many times I know it as well as I know my own. Did I want you? Yes. You’re beautiful; I won’t deny that at all. But you and I are like oil and water. I know more about you from a three hour road trip than I knew about you in an entire year.”
    “Then what happened last night?” I ask, my heart feeling heavy.
    “I am such an asshole.” He shakes his head. “I fucked up, and I have no idea what to do with you now. I was drunk.”
    Ouch.
    “You weren’t this morning,” I whisper.
    “No, this morning, I was pissed at myself and at you. This morning, I woke up and—” He stops and shakes his head. “I’m so sorry if I am—”
    “Don’t be. It’s silly. Like I was saying, when I met you, you seemed to be something soft and nurturing. I needed that then. When I tried to gain your attention and you shot me down, it pissed me off.”
    “So you decided to wage World War III via your little ass?”
    “Yeah,” I concede. “I did.”
    He doesn’t say anything, and I don’t, either because, in all honesty, I know I am just figuring it out, and he is fighting some inner demons that my crush on a boy pales in comparison to.
    “Billy?”
    “Madison?”
    “I’m not going to overthink this. I don’t want you to, either.”
    “That’s gonna be pretty damn hard.”
    Wow.
    Good?
    Bad?
    “I will take your secret to the grave. Will you take mine?”
    It takes him a minute, but he nods his head.
    “Friends?”
    “Yeah, Madison.”
    “Friends with secrets,” I say in an airy tone.
    “Perfect.”
    I look up at him and see his chest rising and falling harder. I look down and see the bulge in his pants. I quickly look back up at him and see his eyes are bluer than I have ever seen them before.
    “Please don’t say it, Madison,” he nearly pleads.
    “That can be our secret, too.”
    “Yeah?”
    “Yes,” comes out a little breathily. I sit up and place his hand on the console. My nipples are painfully erect against my shirt as I then flop back.
    He reaches over and takes my chin so my eyes meet his. Then he brushes the back of his hand against where my nipples are pressing against my T-shirt.
    “More secrets?”
    I nod as I whimper.
    “I have always hated secrets, Madison. They destroy things.”
    I shake my head. “I won’t let that happen.”
    “I’d rather have you as a friend,” he says as his hand makes another pass across my nipples.
    “I’d rather have you as a fuck buddy,” I admit, pressing my