Free One Shot Too Many by Nikki Winter Page A

let me in or...I get waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay louder,” he sung. “Your choice, imp.”
    Eyes narrowing, she backed up until he could step across the threshold before slamming the door on Mrs. Heche’s peering. Noah stumbled around her living room, staring at everything as if he’d never seen it all before. Irritated now, Billy snapped, “Go in the kitchen and sit.”
    He turned those eyes on her, tilting his head like a confused puppy. “You’re yelling at me.”
    “You show up at my doorstep at two in the morning and you think what?” She folded her arms across her chest. “That I’m going to be speaking in soft dulcet tones?”
    Look turning to sorrowful, Noah slurred, “You’re angry with me.”
    Billy took a deep breath and closed her eyes. When she re-opened them he was still staring at her. “I’m not angry with you.” How could she be when he was standing there looking so damn adorable?  “Just go in the kitchen and sit down. I’ll make you some coffee.”
    With one last glance in her direction, he did as she asked. Billy took a second to get herself together before she followed after him. Noah had his forehead pressed to the kitchen island and was humming softly. Not surprising, seeing as how he owned a bar downtown where he played with his band as lead singer and guitarist on a regular basis. Billy guessed that was where he and the rest of the Cro-Magnons had spent their night of male celebration—which begged one question.
    “Noah?”
    He lifted his head, only resting his chin on the granite counter as he peered up at her through obscenely long black lashes; his large arms were folded, dragon tattoo sleeves clearly in view.
    “Where are the rest of the guys?”
    Noah spoke, but it was mumbled because his arms were blocking his mouth. Reaching across, she moved them. “What?”
    “I said... they’re in a”—his voice dropped to a whisper as he looked around like someone was watching—“hotel room...with...with...”
    Billy’s brows rose. “With?”
    Abruptly he sat up, flinging his arms out to his sides. “They’re with strippers!” Noah cried, obviously no longer worried about whomever his imagination had conjured into watching them.
    She slapped a hand to her forehead. “I should’ve seen that coming.”
    Her guitarist shook his head. “ No... you don’t understand.” It was back to the whispering.
    Frowning, she asked, “What don’t I understand?”
    He leaned across the counter and gently grabbed her shoulders. “Kasey is with them.”
    “So...” In Billy’s mind she knew she’d be kidding herself if she thought Kasey wouldn’t have strippers at his party. Hell, she’d had strippers at hers a few days prior.
    Noah huffed like he was put out and shook his head again. Billy had the feeling that if he kept that up he’d get dizzy and slip right off the barstool he was resting on. “You don’t get it...you never get it...” he murmured. Then he stood and started out of the kitchen.
    “Where are you going?” Billy questioned as she followed. He walked into her living room and plopped down on the couch, his eyes sliding closed.
    “Don’t wanna go home...wanna stay here with you,” he was muttering.
    She walked closer. “Noah, I need to call you a cab.”
    Opening his eyes, he glared at her. “No.”
    “ Yes. ”
    That glare became harsher. “ No.”
    This was getting exhausting. “Noah—”
    Grabbing her wrist, he pulled her over to stand between his legs before he placed his head on her tummy and wrapped his arms around her waist. Tingles swept her body like a wildfire, leaving every erogenous zone heated and suddenly awake. Her clit swelled at the same time as her nipples hardened. Just like that, she wanted him from the simplest of touches. “Don’t make me go, Billy. I can’t...I can’t do it another night,” he slurred.
    Letting out a breath, she ran a hand through his hair, enjoying the silky feel of it beneath her fingertips. “Can’t do what?” she