That’s when Aaron jumps in and tells them that, without the warrant, there’ll be no search. I open my mouth to tell him I’ve nothing to hide, but Aaron’s shaking his head at me.
“Mr Young is in the middle of a messy divorce and custody battle with Ms Federov, who he recently served with an eviction notice to vacate these premises within thirty days. It’s been brought to our attention that image recording equipment has been sequestered in Mr Young's bedroom. The footage has then been used by Ms Federov to secure favourable settlement terms, despite a prenup having been signed before the marriage.”
“So, you’re worried she might’ve stashed something to set you up?” Craig asks as he rubs the stubble on his jaw. Again I open my mouth to reply when Leona Lewis, momentarily blasts through the speakers singing about Bleeding Love. We all look up until the volume’s lowered.
“That’s exactly what concerns us. If any search takes place, it’ll be with a warrant, and I’d like to be present,” Aaron tells Craig.
“Not a problem.”
Leona’s cut off by Daniel Beddingfield’s “If You’re Not the One,” and I know it’s not a coincidence. My lips twitch as I nod for no obvious reason.
Cal, Jake, and Jay appear at the top of the stairs at the exact moment the music switches again, and Lewis Capaldi croons quietly about being someone who was once loved.
“Just gonna check on Bamm,” I say as a general statement to everyone in the room.
Cal comes to a stop, confusion pinching a deep furrow on his brow. “You need to start talking Young. Why the fuck are you so desperate to see my sister, and I still don’t understand why she didn’t come back with you last night or this morning? What the fuck was she even doing here anyway?”
“We had words yesterday, Cal. I was stressed, and in a shit mood, I snapped at Billie and I upset her. I just want a minute to say sorry for that and for what she walked in on this morning.”
“If she didn’t get here till this morning? Where did she stay last night?”
Ava Max interrupts Cal’s rant, singing about a girl who’s sweet but psycho, and I know for sure Billie knows I’m here. I also know she’s fucking with me. Unable to keep a straight face any longer, I turn towards Billie’s closed bedroom door, calling out, “just give me a minute with her. Need a word with you too when I’m done, Aaron.” I send my own narrowed eye glare his way as I go. My brain’s been working on overdrive on the way here, and I have a little voice in my head that just won’t shut up about Aaron.
Aaron frowns before he gives me a raised brow stare and a shrug.
“Ruh-roh. Busted,” Jake says from somewhere behind me, and I get the distinct impression everyone else already knows what it is I want a word with him about.
I ignore Jake and open Billie’s bedroom door. The room’s empty. The bathroom door closed.
“Bamm?” I call out.
Her phone’s sitting on the chest of drawers beside the bed, I scroll through it. Searching her playlist, I find the song I’m looking for and press play.
“You Are The Reason” begins to play. Callum Scott sings softly about fixing what he broke. My stomach churns as I stand in Billie’s bedroom. The song ends, and I wait.
The bathroom door swings open and she’s there, my drop of autumn sun: hair piled on top of her head, wearing a baggy sweatshirt. This one hangs off both shoulders with a middle finger salute printed on the front and the words Boss Bitch running around it. The sweatshirt is so big it comes almost to her knees. The rest of her legs are bare aside from the black fluffy bed socks covered in silver stars on her feet. I shake my head but smile at the same time.
“Get over here, Jane Bond.” She leans against the door frame, frowns and smiles at the same time.
“Who’s Jane Bond?”
“James Bond’s female counterpart.”
“Pfft, I was more like Kim Possible or Lara Croft, not some old dude in a tux.”
I lick my lips at the thought of Billie in leather and have to shake my head to clear the image.
“Are you mad at me?” She asks, possibly mistaking my head shake being for something she’s done.
“Not even a little bit, now get over here.”
She moves so fast I barely see her coming. But when she wraps her arms and legs around me and rains kisses down on my face, I feel every single inch of her.
I turn at the sound of Billie’s door opening. Cal steps in. “You two kissed and made up—”
Cal stands and stares with his mouth hanging open as Billie slides down my body.
Her phone vibrates with a text in my hand.
“Dan,” I tell her as I pass the phone.
“Someone needs to start talking,” Cal leans against the now closed bedroom door.
“Oh great, Dan says the pictures of me are out there and going viral.”
“Pictures? What Pictures?” Cal asks.
“You man enough to tell him, or shall I do it for you princess?” She nudges my shoulder and asks. The entire online community are currently enjoying images of Billie’s tits and she’s standing there totally composed and calling me princess.
My mouth opens and closes a couple of times. I’ve no clue what to do first, explain things to Cal, tell Aaron to start legal proceedings and get the pictures taken down, or pull Billie up for calling me fucking princess.
“Whitney surreptitiously obtained pictures of Billie in a compromising position then threatened to sell them to the highest bidder if I didn’t give her a better divorce settlement.” I finally blurt.
“What fucking kind of compromising position?”
I’ve no clue how to answer, other than telling him the truth.
Billie gets in first. “It was just my tits.”
“Just your tits? How the fuck did Whitney get a hold of pictures of just your tits?”
“She hid a camera in Max’s bedroom.”
Shit.
Cal’s mouth drops open as he looks between us. I actually get to witness the moment realisation hits him. His eyes widen then narrow. His mouth opens, closes, and then screws up as he snarls, “Why the fuck did you have your tits out while you were in Max’s bedroom?”
“For fucks sake. Well I wasn’t feeding Layla with them, was I?”
“Oh fuck,” I mumble.
“What? He’s gonna see them soon anyway. The pictures, and possibly my tits,” she shrugs. “Everyone’s—”
“Holy shit!” Jake. Fucking Jake.
“Take his phone off him, Jay. Before I come out there and beat him with it, take his fucking phone off him,” I call out.
“Oh please. They’re just tits. I have great tits—”
“I’m with Billie on that.” Jake again. If I didn’t have to go through Cal first, I’d go out there and punch the fucker.
“Shut your mouth, Wright. Aaron, can you see what you can do about getting them taken down?”
“Already on it,” Aaron calls back.
“Kid. Last time I’m gonna ask. Why the fuck, were your tits out in Max’s bedroom?”
“Well, it was easier for him to suck them with my top off if you must know.”
“You sucked my sister's tits?” Cal’s voice is high and carries an incredulous tone. Billie takes that the wrong way.
“Why wouldn’t he? They’re great tits.”
Shit.
“W-why wouldn’t he? Are you fucking kidding me right now? Because you’re my little sister, that’s fucking why.”
I open my mouth to respond, but I’m stopped by Cal’s fist as it collides with my jaw.
Billie
“Give it to me.”
“I can’t.”
“Yes you can. You’re in charge.”
“Fuck. Max?”
“Right here, Bamm. Show me what you got.”
“Fuck.” I arch my back as I grind down on Max’s cock. He presses his thumb to my clit, and a delicious orgasm rolls through me.
My convulsions have barely eased when he flips me onto my back,
lifts my legs over his shoulders, and drills into me. I watch his ink move as his hard muscles tense and release, and I begin to feel my belly tighten again. He slides my legs from his shoulders, and I wrap them around his thighs and squeeze his arse cheeks, digging in my nails, I pull him into me.
“Harder,” I order.
“Fuck. I love it when you do that. Pulling me in for more, like what I’m giving you isn’t enough.”
“It’s not, I’ll always want more of you.”
I move with him, meeting every thrust.
“Eyes on me, Bamm.”
And there it is. The instant his gold meets my blue, I feel that crackle, and the fireworks explode. For both of us.
He looks down at me. I look up at him. His lip is still slightly split from where my brother punched him last week, and it only adds to his sexiness.
We’ve been hiding out at the little cottage, a borrowed piece of heaven, at Jay and Marnie’s place since everything went down with Whitney and the drug bust. We’re happy here, and it’s where we’ll stay until the new album is recorded and while we look for our very own little piece of heaven to buy.
My brother is beyond pissed off that everyone knew about us except him, and he’s still not talking to any of us. But, hey, ho, he’ll get over it. It’s Christmas in a few weeks, so he either spends it alone or builds a bridge because we won’t be going back to London for it.
Hypocritically, Max is behaving exactly like my brother at the news Aaron has been doing the deed with his mum for the last few months and everyone had guessed it except him. I couldn’t be happier for Karen and think they make a great couple. Max, not so much. But, again, it’s Christmas soon, so he needs to get over himself.
“Is that toilet roll still down there?” Max asks while attempting to peer down the side of the bed.
“You really need to up your after-sex chat if you wanna keep me around, Young.”
“You’re not going anywhere.”
“Well, if you don’t hurry up and buy condoms, I won’t be able to. I’ll be knocked up with a baby.”
“I’m never buying condoms, and you’re never going back on the pill. I want you knocked up for the rest of our lives.”
“Not happening. I don’t wanna be fifty-eight and pregnant. Besides, you’ll be ninety-eight by then and probably won’t be able to get it up.”
Max gives up the search for the toilet roll, slides out of me, and climbs out of bed. I watch his arse in the lamplight as he heads into the tiny en suite attached to the bedroom, reappearing a few seconds later and throwing a toilet roll at me. It hits me on the head and bounces to the floor.
“Great shot, Grandad, you need to get your eyes tested.”
He moves so quickly I have no time to react. Landing on top of me, he rolls us so that I’m on top of him.
“Keep taking the piss out of my age, and I’m gonna put triplets in your belly just to show you how fucking old I’m not.”
“Careful what you wish for. My mum’s a twin.”
He frowns. “Really?”
“Why would I lie?”
“I don’t know, Bamm. I never really know what’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours.”
“Good, I like to keep you on your toes, but just an F-Y-I, lately, all I can think about is you, your dick, and the next time it’s gonna be inside me.”
“I like that kind of thinking.”
“I like that you like that kinda thinking.”
He frowns, and then his face screws up in a look of disgust.
“What?” I ask. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m lying in the wet patch. My own jizz is stuck to my arse cheek.”
“Oh no, all those squashed half-babies.”
He adjusts us so he’s back on top. “If you’re trying to get me pregnant by laying me in the wet patch, we need to revisit your sex education,” I tell him.
He rolls his eyes, kisses me gently on the mouth, and reaches to the floor for his Carnage T-shirt, which I’ve been wearing to bed.
“Put this on, it’s getting cold.”
“Mmm, Marley and Maca to keep me warm.”
“I’m gonna burn that fucking thing.”
I hold up my arms, and he pulls it over my head.
“You do, and I’ll set your Gibson on fire.”
“You wouldn’t—forget it, yes you would. The T-shirt’s safe.”
I yawn. “We should sleep, we’ve got a long day tomorrow.”
Max has arranged for us to look at four houses in Cornwall. It’s about a four-hour drive from Jay’s place, so we’ll get an early start and stay overnight. It’ll be my first time being seen out in public with Max, and I've not stopped wondering how he’ll introduce me to the agent we’re meeting.
“Are you excited?” I ask as he spoons me from behind. My T-shirt is pulled up, and he’s lazily drawing patterns on my belly.
“I’m excited to find us a house and make a fresh start out of London. I’m excited to finally start our us.” He kisses the back of my neck and squeezes his arms around me a little tighter. “I just want that, Bamm. Our time, our us. You, me, Layla, and all the babies we’re gonna make. I want things to be settled, no drama. I wanna be loved by you, our children, our dogs and pygmy-goats. I want it all—everything that’s out there waiting for you, me, and our us.”
I turn around and face him. “I’m excited.”
“Tell me, what is it you’re excited about?”
He smiles my favourite smile. It’s soft and has his golden eyes glowing, making me feel warm inside.
“It’s our first time out as a couple. I’m excited to have you drive me. It’ll be the first time you’ve driven me in your car since I was a kid. I’m excited to hear you introduce me to the agent as your girlfriend.”
He smiles as he brushes my hair from my face. “You fucking amaze me.”
“Why? I mean, I’m pretty fucking amazing, I know, but why in particular, right now am I amazing?”
“We’re going to look at houses valued at between three and seven-million pounds, and you don’t give a fuck about any of that. All you care about is me driving you in my car and hearing me introduce you as my girlfriend, which, B-T-W, is a totally inadequate term for what you are to me.”
“That was a beautiful speech, totally ruined by the B-T-W. Who the fuck says that?”
“Me, I say it. Just said it then.”
“Well, please don’t. Not ever again.”
“You say F-Y-I, you said it just now.”
“So not the same.”
His mouth crashes down on mine, and he kisses me senseless for a minute. “Shut up and go to sleep, Bamm. I’m old, remember? I need my sleep before embarking on such a long and treacherous journey tomorrow.”
“Maybe I should drive?” I suggest.
“Not a fucking chance. I’ve seen you drive the quad, so yeah, not happening.”
I turn back onto my side so Max can spoon me. “Max?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re getting on a bit, but I love you.”
“Good to know, Bamm. I’ll sleep soundly now.”
I wait for him to tell me he loves me back. It doesn’t come. “You’re a dick, you know that, right?”
“Think we’ve established that. Go to sleep.”
I wait.
Nothing.
“Really? That’s how we’re ending our day?”
“Made you come, didn’t I?”
“Twice,” I admit.
“Don’t know what the problem is then. Perfect way to end the day if you ask me. Now go to sleep.”
We both fall silent, and just as I’m drifting off to sleep, he lifts my hair, tenderly kisses the curve of my neck, and says, “As soon as I get my divorce, I want to get married. I want the biggest, most lavish, over-the-top wedding. I want bells, doves, cake, flowery wall things, and bridesmaids, all of it. I want all of the things.”
I smile and grind my bum into him because, when he says shit like that, it mak
es me horny, it makes me happy, and it makes me too want all of the things.
I fall asleep thinking about our us and all that it might bring.
Max
I add a couple of logs to the fire, before crawling back into bed next to Billie and wait patiently for her to wake up. Despite giving her cot a gentle shake or three earlier, even Layla hasn’t stirred this morning. It’s after six and still dark outside, but Layla’s bottle was due half an hour ago.
Billie moves from her usual starfish position, and curls onto her side, seizing the opportunity, I curl myself right around her and grind my dick against her arse.
“Oh Santa, what a shame you only get to come once a year,” she croaks out in her husky morning voice.
“And oh, oh, oh, baby. Lucky for you, today is that day.”
I flip her onto her back and slide myself on top and between her legs, as she giggles.
“Merry Christmas, Bamm.”
“Merry Christmas, Max.”
We take a moment just for us before heading over to Jay and Marnie’s to continue what have so far been a hectic few days of Christmas celebrations.
“I’ve never had sex on Christmas day,” Billie tells me before pursing her lips together and raising her brows. “Care to rectify that—”
Her pyjama bottoms are off, my boxers follow, and I’m buried inside her within seconds.
“Nice moves Mr Young, you’ve still got it, despite what they say about you being past it.”
I shut her up by covering her mouth with mine, and making sure she knows, that Santa has arrived.
Two hours later and chaos reigns supreme in Jay’s front room. All the people I love most in the world have gathered to watch his girls unwrap their presents, and paper is strewn everywhere. My mum keeps attempting to clear it up, and Marnie keeps telling her to stop.
“It’ll all go on the fire and keep us warm later Karen,” she tells her, and my mum slides back into her seat on the sofa next to Aaron.
We’ve all spent the last few days kissing and making up. Cal, Aaron and myself went to the local pub, after they arrived at Jay’s a couple of days ago. I’m only pissed off with Aaron because he didn’t tell me what was going on with my mum, which means I understand where Cal is coming from when he tells me one of the reasons he was so pissed off, is because everyone else knew about Billie and me before he did.
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