Goddess of Vengeance - Jackie Collins [62]
And without any further conversation his hands began exploring her body, touching her in all the places he knew she liked to be touched. Kissing her breasts, fondling her nipples, kicking off the sheet and moving down her body with his tongue, licking her skin every inch of the way.
Then he was between her legs, slowly parting her thighs, plunging his tongue into her wetness, causing her to throw her arms across her face and groan with pleasure.
After a few minutes he surfaced for air.
‘Sooo good,’ she sighed, feeling the joy. ‘More, please. I think I’ve been deprived.’
‘Is that an order?’ he said with a knowing laugh.
Another sigh. ‘You’d better believe it.’
And with no more doubts about whether she should be with Bobby or not, she gave herself up to the moment, luxuriating in his touch.
* * *
On Billy’s doorstep stood his best friend Kev, a total stoner, fresh from New York with luggage to prove it. Kev was short with wiry brown hair and a cocky expression.
‘Fuck!’ Billy yelled, happy to see him because Kev was his friend from way back – before the fame, the adulation, and the high-profile marriage. In fact, when he’d first arrived in Hollywood, he’d slept on the floor of Kev’s one-room apartment, and later – when he’d finally made it – Kev had acted as his chief gofer. They’d been inseparable until they’d both gotten married. Billy’s had lasted a lot longer than Kev’s. ‘Why didn’t you tell me you were comin’?’ he said, giving Kev a manly hug.
‘Didn’t want you gettin’ too excited,’ Kev joked, making his way into the living room, stopping short when he spotted Max. ‘Oh, shit!’ he exclaimed. ‘Am I interrupting something?’
‘No, man,’ Billy said. ‘Say hello to Max.’
‘Hello, pretty girl with the boy’s name,’ Kev said.
Max rolled her eyes. ‘Like I haven’t heard that before.’
Billy laughed. ‘This is my buddy Kev, an’ I can see you two are gonna get along just fine.’
Max hurriedly checked Kev out. She’d already taken note of the two duffel bags by the front door; it seemed Kev had arrived to stay. He reminded her of E from Entourage, one of her favourite TV shows.
‘We just ordered pizza,’ Billy announced. ‘Max is starving and in a hurry.’
Max felt her cheeks burn red. Was Billy now dismissing her because his friend had arrived? What a bummer!
‘Pizza an’ a beer sounds like it’s gonna hit the spot,’ Kev said, flopping down on the couch as if he lived there. And if his luggage was anything to go by – he was about to move in any second.
‘So, Max,’ Kev said, as Billy handed him a can of beer, ‘how come a boy’s name?’
What an asshole question, but she answered it anyway, because if he was Billy’s friend she supposed she’d better get him to like her.
‘My given name is Maria,’ she answered lightly. ‘You go figure why I changed it.’
Kev looked at Bill as if to say, What the fuck? Maria seems like an okay name to me.
‘Too Sound of Music,’ she explained, thinking that they would get it. But from their blank expressions it appeared that neither of them were movie buffs. Lucky and Lennie had organized movie nights since she was a little kid. From Grease to Saturday Night Fever and Flashdance, she’d been exposed to all the popular classics on DVD.
‘How long you here for?’ Billy asked, turning his attention back to Kev.
‘S’long as you’ll have me,’ Kev replied with a jaunty wink.
Max felt her stomach dip. This was not a good turn of events. Not good at all.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Las Vegas. City of lights. City of sin. A magical mystery town where anything could happen, and usually did.
Take call girls, they were obliging creatures, ready for action at all times. So when Armand called Yvonne Le Crane, a woman he’d dealt with several times before, she immediately sent two of her best girls. Tia, a petite Asian, and Fantasy – a slightly more robust black beauty who’d been told she resembled a young Naomi Campbell.
They arrived at Armand’s hotel suite, armed with a selection of sex toys, handcuffs, whips, rubber bikinis,