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CHAPTER EIGHT.

YOU AND ME AGAINST THE WORLD


CYNTHIA flopped onto her bed two hours later. She and Billy had dropped Stu off at his house and they were now at hers. She turned on her back to stare up at Billy who stood at her feet. She opened her arms and he crawled onto the bed to hug her, "Are you alright?" His head nuzzled into her chest, his muscled arms wrapping around her waist. 

"Just a bit annoyed that I'm being accused of murder," Billy responded, his words slightly muffled by her shirt. Cynthia chuckled. "Yeah sure, I was there, but I didn't attack Sydney."

Cynthia glanced down at him as he shifted to rest his head on her stomach, "Yeah but she was scared. She didn't know what to think." She played with the strands of his dark hair and gave him a pointed stare.

"I did it. Earlier. I broke up with her," Billy glanced up, their eyes meeting. Cynthia nodded slowly. She had known all of this from her slight snooping in the corridor that was totally by accident, "She asked me why. If it was you that I was in love with?"

"What did you say?" Though she already knew.

"I wanted to say yes but I didn't want to hurt her feelings," Billy whispered. He rolled off of her to sit up in her bed. She followed and sat opposite him. 

"You broke up with her yet you didn't want to hurt her feelings?" Cynthia raised an eyebrow. 

"I didn't want to hurt her more," Billy responded taking both of her hands in his. He regarded her with a charming stare, "But enough about Sydney. Who wants to talk about their ex when trying to get with the most beautiful girl alive."

"You flatter me, Loomis," Cynthia stated as her head bowed, trying to hide her blush. Billy lifted her chin. Their gazes locked and The world around them faded into the background. Anticipation swirled between them tensely. 

It was wrong, Cynthia knew that. He'd just broken up with Sydney and she had made out with Stu the night before and that morning. Yet she couldn't care less.

The tension was electric as he cupped her face, his touch urgent. Her breath hitched as his thumb grazed her lower lip, a silent inquiry if she wanted this. 

Cynthia took the situation into her hands and her lips met his in a searing kiss. Her skin was set ablaze and her breathing turned ragged as their lips moved in sync. His lips were intoxicating, they moved with a blend of desire and vulnerability. Her own lips parted, inviting him deeper and her tongue teased against his.

Billy gently pushed her back and Cynthia's back connected with her bed. His hands slid from her face, trailing a path of fiery sensation down her neck, her collarbone, before finding purchase on her waist. Her body responded, arching into his touch.

Billy revelled in their connection as she kissed him more feverishly, their bodies pressed tightly against each other. She wanted him. There was no denying it as she ground her hips against his. His hand slipped from her hip to her inner thigh and Cynthia let out a small whimper at his touch. 

The anticipation of their actions was intoxicating as their kiss turned feverish, a pulsing need between them. Cynthia's mind flashed to the night before and that morning and she detached herself from Billy and shifted away. He frowned, "What's the matter?"

"Nothing."

"Don't lie, doll. Is it about Sidney? Don't worry about her."

"It's not. Believe me, it's not."

"It's Stu then. You're worried about the fact that you kissed and now you're kissing me," he spoke in amusement causing her face to drop, "He told me."

"When?"

"Don't worry about it," Billy responded, his hands snaking toward her hips and pulling her back toward him, "I don't care and neither does he. We love you Cyn. We always have and always will. Nothing can come between us, and nothing ever will."

"I—I don't want to string you both along. And I don't want to choose because then it would hurt one of your feelings—"

Billy shifted to hover over her, "Then why choose?" His head dipped and he pressed a kiss to her lips. It was gentle and sweet. She felt loved. The same way she had felt when Stu had kissed her earlier that morning. These boys were enamoured by her and though she knew that, she never really knew how far their love for her ran. She had a faint idea now. 

She kissed him back hard. Billy smiled into it, kissing her with just as much need. The feel of her body underneath his hands pushed him to think that she was made for him. For them. She fit with them like a puzzle piece and he would revel in that forever. 

His lips trailed from her mouth to her neck. The phone began to ring, causing her to groan, "It can ring."

"No. Answer it," Billy urged lowly, pressing kisses to her neck. 

Cynthia's eyes widened. With the way things were going now, his lips against her neck and his hands slithering under her shirt... He gave her a pointed look, beginning to pull away. She sighed, reaching across to the bedside table to get the phone. 

"Good girl," he praised, kissing her gently

"H-Hello," she stammered, as Billy sucked gently at the intersection of her neck and shoulder. She hit him lightly causing him to chuckle. 

"Cyn, baby, how are you?" Stu's voice came through. 

"Stu? We were with each other not even 20 minutes ago," Cynthia reminded. She let out a soft sigh as Billy's hand moved up her thigh, his fingertips teasing her underwear. 

"I know but I wanted to hear your beautiful voice," he flirted. 

"You're a shameless flirt," she deadpanned. She watched as Billy pulled her underwear from her legs, leaving her exposed to the cold air and to his dark and sinful eyes. 

He chuckled, "Don't I know it, babe. How are you?"

"I'm good," she answered tensely. She let out a high-pitched whimper as his fingers softly brushed over her clit. 

Stu questioned, "Is Billy there?"

Cynthia paused, looking down at the brunette who began to roll his finger over her clit. She replied breathily, "Yeah, why?"

She could practically hear the smile on his face as he questioned, "Are you two kissing? Or doing something more naughty?"

"Stu!"

"What? You could tell me, babe, I'm not jealous. Well, maybe just a little. Now I wish you didn't drop me home."

"Goodbye, Stu," she rushed out as Billy shot forward, pressing his lips to her core. Her mouth dropped in a silent moan. 

"Alright, I'll let you get back to your naughty business," Stu stated, "Damn, why does he always get to go first."

"Stu!" she exclaimed. 

"Bye."

He hung up and Cynthia threw the phone onto the floor carelessly. Billy lapped at her hungrily, drawing more breathy moans from her lips. His finger slipped into her and she tugged at his hair. He let out a whimper in response and it caused a smirk to spread across Cynthia's lips. 

Billy inserted another finger as if to remind her who was in control. His eyes flickered to her as she shuddered from his touch. He was clearly enjoying this as much as she was. She felt intoxicated, breathless and like she was drowning all at the same time. 

She could feel the budding orgasm pooling low in her stomach. Fire roaring in that spot as his tongue lapped at her clit and his fingers teased the walls of her entrance. His pacing was slow and torturous but it was slowly pulling the orgasm from her body. 

Billy lifted his head but continued to push in and out of her. His eyes focused on her face as it pinched, "Oh fuck!" Pleasure splintered around her as her body pulsed with fire. As her breathing slowed, leaving her panting, Billy pulled his fingers away, licking them slowly. Cynthia's mouth dropped open and Billy gave her a somewhat smug smile. 

"I better get home. My Dad's probably wondering where I am."

"I-I'll drive you."

"No, no. You collect your bearings," he smirked as he stood off the bed, "I'll walk."

Cynthia shifted to stand, her legs turning to jelly. She immediately sat back on the bed and he chuckled, "I'll call you later, doll."

Cynthia simply nodded. He exited her room before coming back. He kissed her slowly before whispering against her lips, "I love you." He didn't wait for her to say it back before he left. 



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