Free One Shot Too Many by Nikki Winter Page B

queried softly.
    He looked up at her but didn’t lift his head from its resting place. “Be without you...”
    Her stomach dropped.
    His brows lowered. “Why...why are you doing this to me?”
    Billy’s mind ran a mile a minute. “Doing what?”
    Noah’s lip curled. “Marrying him.”
    She tried to slip out of his arms. They were in dangerous territory now. “Noah—”
    He gripped her tighter. “He doesn’t...he doesn’t...he doesn’t love you, you know?” Pressing his cheek back to her tummy, he added, “Not like I love you.” His hands ran down her hips to the backs of her thighs, his fingertips creeping up the bottoms of her pajama shorts.
    Mouth gone dry now, she tried to slip out of his arms once again, and once again she failed. “Noah—”
    “He cheats on you,” he said softly.
    Billy  froze. “What did you just say?”
    Noah shrugged his huge shoulders, still keeping his hold on her. “I said he cheats on you.” He gave a desperate chuckle. “All the...all the time. Bastard is probably cheating right now.”
    “You’re drunk.”
    “I’m telling the truth!” Finally letting her go, he sat back and stared at her through glassy eyes. “I saw him!”
    Billy backed away. “I’m going to bed and you need to sleep this off.”
    Noah stood. “I’ve watched him, Billy. He...he does it all the time. And I asked him.” His voice rasped. “I asked him why?” Pause. “I said why are you doing this to Billy? She loves you...she’s gonna...she’s gonna marry you.” Those blue eyes went stormy with fury. “And do you know what he said?” He leaned toward her. “Hmm? He...he said... ‘Nice girl, great fuck, and she’s dependable. But I like my freedom. She doesn’t have to know.’”
    She sucked in a deep breath.
    “And do you know what I did for you, Billy? Do...do you know what I did for you?” Noah smirked. “I hit him.” He pointed to his jaw. “ Right here. I hit him right here for you.”
    Billy swallowed. “You should...you should lie down and get some sleep.”
    He bit his lip. “He went in the room...he went in the room with one of the women and, Billy, he didn’t come back out. Don’t believe me?” Pulling a card from his back pocket, he placed it in her hand. “Here’s the room key, go...go see for yourself.”  His eyes turned sad. “I didn’t want the strippers. I just want...I just want you.” Reaching out, Noah ran a hand down the side of her face. “I’ve always wanted you. He doesn’t...deserve you. I do. I deserve you.” He slapped a hand against his chest. “Marry me. You should marry me, Billy. Not him. Not Kasey. Me.”
    Placing her hands against his chest, she tried to slow the hammering of her heart. “Noah, I want you to listen to me, okay? You had one way too many, and we both know you don’t really want to—”
    He placed his fingers against her lips. “Don’t do that. Don’t tell me what I...I feel for you. I know what I feel.” Framing her face, he stared down into her eyes. “I love you.” He kissed her hard; his tongue slipped into her mouth and tangled with her own, leaving the taste of Jack in its wake; leaving her pussy aching to be filled by him.  Then he let go and sat on the couch once again before passing out cold.
     
     

Chapter Two
     
    For two hours she’d debated, thought, paced. Billy had sat by Noah as he rested on her couch, the only sound in the room their inhales and exhales. He slept on while the biggest internal battle she’d ever experienced in her life had waged. Noah had said he loved her, had kissed her, and asked to marry him instead of Kasey. But. He. Was. Drunk.
    Suddenly an old saying came to mind as she stared down at him. A drunk man tells no tales. There were many types of drunks, but a dishonest one had never been heard of. Alcohol made the mouth loose and laid emotions bare. Whiskey and whatever dangerous alcoholic mix Noah had partaken in had done both to him. Now Billy was left to stare down