A Rumble of Frost chapter 31

February 16th 2001, New York City, Billy’s penthouse, 9:00 PM EDT



I woke up with a grin. I felt pretty great. I hadn't gotten laid in quite a while, and Felicia was every bit as good in bed as expected. Rolling over, I could see even the way she slept was sexy, barely covered with a thin sheet as if her raw body heat was enough to keep her warm even on a February night.



My eyes were almost immediately drawn to her expansive ass, sitting round and peachy exposed to air, and I couldn't resist a handful. She whined and batted at my hand with hers, half asleep and exhausted, and I grinned, leaning down to kiss her neck.



"Sleep tight kitten. I won't wear you out so much next time." I made a mental note that despite being a physical dynamo, Felicia could NOT keep up with me, and that I needed to spread the sex out among some of the other girls when I had the chance.



Too tired to argue or contest her ability to spend hours getting pounded, she just whined again and swiped a hand at me to go away, falling back into a deep sleep with a contented little smile on her face.



Hopping to my feet, I yawned and stretched. I grimaced down at the couch, broken and sitting on the floor. I was just glad I hadn't brought her back to my room, or I wouldn't have a bed to sleep on. I needed to talk to Pete, see if he could design me a super strong bed frame.



Speaking of my bed frame, I slipped out onto the balcony, not really cold because of how dense my muscle was. I grabbed my phone off the end table as I did and made a call.



It was a bit late, but having been out of town I had an excuse. "What?" Snapped the annoyed voice of my girlfriend.



"Hey there." I said with a grin. "Just figured I'd let you know I was back. Hope things weren't too boring without me."



I could almost HEAR the eye roll. "I lived my whole life without you around Billy." Said Gwen, amusement coloring her tone. "I think I can survive a short trip out of town."



"I don't really consider that 'living' per se." I said loftily. And the sound of her trying to smother giggles made me smile. It was a lot easier to interact with Gwen in post nut clarity. I should call her every time I finished demolishing Felicia's ass.



"So, how was the trip?" She said curiously. "You went with your uncle's students you said? Also remind me to have you explain why a homeless guy has an uncle with a private jet. What were they like?"



I shrugged. "Well I convinced them to let me bring Peter along, and one of the girls kind of had a crush, so that was fun to watch. Other than that the guy we went with was a complete douche, the redheaded girl was banging the teacher we brought with us, and aforementioned teacher was a little hairy asshole. The Moroccan exchange student was pretty cool though, and we picked up another one while we were there who is legit nobility."



I gave her a very true but very vague list of details that conveniently left her with a few things to focus on that weren't really my problem. "Wait." She said in a disturbed voice. "One of the teachers is having sex with a student? That's so unethical."



I shrugged. "She's nineteen. She can make her own choices. If she wants to put her legs behind her ears while a miniature version of the Brawny paper towel guy clear cuts her forest it's not my business. She's a pretty cool person and I think she could do better, but I already have a gorgeous girl to concern myself with." Four or five of them actually, but I figured it didn't hurt to pander.



Gwen wasn't the type to coo over compliments, and just scoffed, but I could hear the pleased tone in her voice as she continued. "Well if they're adults at least it isn't illegal. But it's still kind of skeevy."



"Oh Logan is the definition of skeevy." I agreed. "So what did you do while I was gone anyway? I took your nerd with me, you must have been lost without Pete to torment."



"I do not TORMENT Peter " She said haughtily. "I just do my best to toughen him up a bit. He's such a wuss. If he was a bit more assertive his life could be so much easier. Apparently I didn't need to bother though, since you managed to find him a girl other than that redheaded skank who never looks at him twice."



That surprised me. "You've met her then? I've only seen pictures. I take it you aren't a fan?"



"I don't like her." She said bluntly. "She takes him for granted. He's a sweet guy and she leads him on. She has guys falling all over her and she asks poor Peter to take her modeling pictures. Doesn't even care how that looks to him. He deserves better than to be taken advantage of."



I snorted. "Yeah, poor Peter. He gets to take borderline pornographic pictures of a redheaded bombshell he's crazy about. It must be torture."



She made a disgusted sound. "Can you not be such a...boy. She's taking advantage. At the very least he should be getting paid. He's a professional photographer and she uses those shots for actual magazines."



That wasn't a terrible point, but I doubted Pete minded. Still, I decided to change the subject. "Well Kitty won't be taking advantage anytime soon. Despite the valley girl aesthetic she's a shy little need just like him. You should have seen them together, it was like watching puppies play."



It was almost funny to me how indignant Gwen got on Peter's behalf given his short lived crush on her. Still, I liked her even more for it. Despite treating him like an asexual tech nerd, she was a good friend, and worried for our buddy.



"That sounds pretty cute." She said with a chuckle. "That's good. He deserves a sweet girl like that."



I suspected with me as a role model Pete was probably going to try for the trifecta actually, but I knew reminding Gwen I had other girls wouldn't be in my best interests so I kept my mouth shut.



We talked for a while longer, Gwen chattering about band practice and being annoyed with her dad, and she sounded so happy when we got off the phone it was hard not to smile myself.



"You realize that was pretty messed up?" Said an accented voice from behind me. I turned, not really surprised to find Betsy leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed.



The purple haired noble girl looked disapproving, and I raised an eyebrow. "How do you figure?"



"You spent the last four hours making that mingy cunt in the catsuit squeal like a pen full of pigs and then called and had a sweet conversation with whoever that was." She sounded accusing, but I wasn't self absorbed enough to think it was jealousy. She looked offended. Like I'd crossed a line.



Raising an eyebrow, I didn't shy away. "That was Gwen. My girlfriend. She knows we aren't exclusive. And you didn't seem to mind the idea of me bending YOU over despite knowing I was going to fuck Felicia."



She scoffed. "Because I know what I'm getting into, and the cat is a desperate slag who was panting for it. If you're convincing some sweet little thing you're her one and only though, I can find another place to live."



"I told you." I said firmly. "I made sure she knew we weren't exclusive. She knows there are other girls, even if we don't talk about it." Far from being angry at the assumption though, I was curious. "I take it you have experience with infidelity?"



It was interesting she didn't care about sex in general, just cheating. She shrugged, looking away. "My old man liked the girls. He'd bring them over when my mum was out at tea or at events with friends. Sometimes I'd catch him with my friends when they came over. My mum never knew. She didn't want to know."



I nodded understandingly. "Sounds rough. I bet you stopped having female friends over pretty quick once that happened a time or two."



She snorted. "Slags. Throw a little money and a handsome older man at them and they're on their backs inside a minute. I didn't need them. I preferred bringing lads home anyway. Dear old daddy caught me a time or two as well. Seeing him look disgusted as his sweet girl got her guts hollowed out was almost better than the sex."



"Wow." I said, impressed. "I think you have a more dysfunctional relationship with your dad than I do with my mom. That's impressive." I paused for a second before deciding to point out the obvious. "Isn't it kind of hypocritical to judge your dad or those girls for fucking if you're down to clown though?"



She scoffed again. "Hardly. I never claimed to be a Saint. I like taking some todger as much as the next bird, but I'm not married now am I? Not sure how to feel about your...situation. But if she really doesn't care I suppose it's not too bad, especially since you're just dating."



I shrugged. At least she wasn't passed anymore. "So what are you doing up anyway? It's like two in the morning British time."



She shot me an incredulous look. "You're joking." Said flatly. "That caterwauling strumpet of yours kept the whole damned building up. It was like listening to worlds most vocal porno." She grinned. "Not that I minded much. Finger punched my snuff box a fair few times to that slag getting her guts rearranged. Hussy or not, she's got a body on her. Even came out and watched a few times, not that you lot noticed."



I shrugged. I knew Felicia wouldn't care much, and I certainly didn't. Betsy was a cutie and if she wanted to tickle her clam watching me break my kitten in half it was no skin off my nose.



"So aside from masturbating to my sex life, any plans for being in New York?" I said in amusement. "Gonna get a job or something?"



She blew out a breath. "Bloody hell. I hadn't given it much thought. Never did need one back home. But I suppose if I'm out on my own I might need to." She gave me a lazy grin. "Unless you're hoping to make me your kept woman, big daddy? Seems your slag can't take you on by herself, you hoping for a team up?"



"Maybe later." I said with a smile. "You just got here, and while I COULD have kept going. Felicia drained my balls pretty good, so I'm in a clearer headspace. You're lucky or I'd have bent you over and played those cute little ass cheeks like bongos with my hips."



That got an actual blush, which I thought was cute as fuck. "So...why so blindsided about Gwen? I could have sworn you heard Felicia mention me dating someone."



She shrugged. "I just figured she was being sparky. Hearing you be all sweet and companionable with her put my back up is all."



I snickered at that. "I'd rather have your back down. You can leave that ass in the air though." She flashed me a peace sign in reverse, which based on her expression was some British insult, and I laughed.



Walking over to the kitchen I took out some bowls to pour some cereal into. Once that was done I sat in one of the reinforced chairs at the table.



We ate in silence for a bit before Betsy spoke again. "I...think I want to try that. Jokes aside. A job I mean. Never really gave that a fair shake I suppose. Even if you're willing to put me up I can give it a go."



"Any ideas what you want to do?" I asked with interest. "Telepathy would make you good at basically any form of customer service. Or bad at it I guess, it might be frustrating to hear what people have to say."



"That's a bloody understatement." She said tiredly. "Being here with you is the quietest thing I've done with another person in years." She grinned. "You about fucked the brain function out of tits over there, which certainly helps."



I didn't even try to hide my pride at that. "How about something a bit more proactive. My team could use a telepath. Especially since I'm supposed to be infiltrating some crazy mutant cult. I bet a mind reader wouldn't go amiss there."



She frowned at that. "I never got a normal job, but I did some work with my powers obviously. Mostly merc work though. I never tried the hero thing. I assume that doesn't pay?"



"I mean...I can pay you in sex." I said innocently. She rolled her eyes but I saw a tiny smirk.



"I'm not going to commit to anything." She said pensively. "But you did help me out of a sticky wicket. I'll join you on your little cult infiltration."



Grinning, I pointed my spoon at her. "That's great news. I can't wait to tell the others. Knowing what people are thinking will help us blend better." I assumed Uncle Chuck would have sent Jean if they didn't know what she looked like.



Betsy seemed...happy. I guessed she had some shit to get off her chest, and now that she had it was cool to hang out with her. Even without the flirting we got along. She was pretty cool and had great taste in music.



We talked about plenty of other stuff too. Books, movies (she was a big Mel Brooks fan) and her life growing up as nobility. It was interesting breakfast conversation to say the least. Well, dinner I guessed. It was nine at night. But breakfast in terms of actual meal.



Finally we finished eating and headed into the living room to watch TV. Felicia was still passed out mostly naked on the couch and I decided to use that fat ass as a pillow as I turned on the television.



Betsy looked half amused half turned on as I flipped channels, and I had to admit I got it. Still. Felicia had a very soft ass and it made an excellent pillow. Between this and the previous night I could see why Claire was so whipped.



There wasn't much on at this time of night, and we stopped on a syndicated episode of Charmed that I hadn't seen before. Betsy seemed to find it hilarious and I enjoyed seeing her laugh. Felicia never stirred under me and all in all it was a fun night. Sometimes it was nice to do some team bonding.