Rhett opened a new part of my soul, and I was both exhilarated and terrified about what that meant for my future.
His eyes traced across my features like he was trying to figure out the inner workings of my mind, and since I was about done with thinking for the minute, I was the one to lift myself higher and slam my mouth to his. This time the kiss was more intense, Rhett taking control in seconds, his tongue demanding entry, which I willingly gave him.
When his fingers wrapped around my hips, it took a split second for him to shift my position so I was straddling his waist. It happened so quickly that my head spun for a beat, or maybe that was just the way he kissed me like I was the only woman in the world.
We all deserved kisses like this. Ones that had your head spinning, your knees weak, and… Well, other parts of my body were definitely humming. My hips started to grind against the hard length beneath me, Rhett’s hands—still on my waist—flexed against my skin, and I was really hoping to feel more of that strength on my bare skin.
There was something about the way he touched with enough firmness, just shy of pain, that had me panting and desperate for more. Rhett was holding back with me, and I was so ready to experience the moment he fully let go.
That firm touch continued as he slid his hands across my thighs, and since I was wearing just his hoodie and panties beneath, he had all the access he needed to stroke across my center. His fingers glided through the moisture already pooling, and at his touch, my pussy spasmed hard. Needy bitch that she was, we were ready to jump on Rhett’s cock and take it for a whirl.
Only this was a tour bus and there had been someone asleep back there. Something told me sex with Rhett would be a loud, adventurous activity, so we’d have to settle for some foreplay again.
As his fingers traced across the center of my cunt, pushing the thin material of the thong inside me, my moan was muffled against his shirt as I leaned into him. Rhett’s chuckle had a small groan attached to it, and like he couldn’t help himself, he yanked my panties to the side and slid two fingers roughly inside me.
My body was more than ready, taking his offering as I rode his hand like it was my favorite fucking dildo. Shit, no dildo would ever compare to the rough texture of his fingers, strong strokes, and perfect positioning that Rhett had going on. He curled those fingers to hit my G-spot near instantly, and I almost screamed at the pulse of pleasure that shot all the way to my toes.
Tingles sliced across my body with each slide of his fingers, and I was so wet that it was no longer a silent experience, the sound of himfinger fuckingme audible to us both.
Hopefully not to anyone else in the bus though.
Rhett’s lips slid down my chin and across my neck to stop just above the neckline of the hoody. At the same time, I used my thigh muscles to lift my body a little higher to give him even greater pussy access. Not that he’d been lacking in any way, but from this angle, his fingers pushed harder into me, and I lost my fucking brains jerking my hips against him.
The orgasm was there; I could have tipped over the edge at any point, but like the greedy asshole I was, I tried to drag it out as long as possible.
But Rhett was too good to let me coast in the pleasure for long. Two more strokes and the spirals in my stomach reached their peak, and as he sucked against my throat, a small cry spilled from me.
For some reason, as the orgasm exploded, my pussy clenching hard around Rhett’s hand, I found my eyes shooting open to lock gazes with Grayson.
He stood in the junction between the hall and the living area on the bus, shirtless, with those hard, broad muscles on view. His expression was blank, and most people would think that he was unmoved by what was happening, but I could see the dark and stormy nature of his gray eyes. They scorched me, boring into my fucking soul—how many rock stars did I know in my previous life?—and I couldn’t prevent a cry from escaping. Something about Grayson’s gaze burning into me while Rhett’s hands destroyed my body had me coming harder than I’d done in a very long time.
Rhett stole my attention back briefly when he lifted his head and slowed his fingers inside of me, and by the time I looked up again, Grayson was gone.
For a brief second, I wondered if I’d imagined the entire thing.
Fucking hell, I was in some serious trouble, and this time, it had nothing to do with Angelo and his murderous family.
twenty-two
RHETT
Never in my wildest dreams did I think touring by bus would be so damn enjoyable. Then again, I doubt I ever could have dreamed up a girl quite like Billie Bellerose. Holy hell, she was unreal. No wonder Jace was so fucking bent out of shape about losing her, even if that had been a whole-ass century ago. I hadn’t even known her a week and I knew no way I’d ever forget my beautiful Thorn.
When I’d woken up with her in my arms and music in my head, I knew I had to get it written down. Like it was fairy dust that would disappear if anyone spoke before I got it out. Then she’d joined me, and all the pieces slotted together in my mind.
Maybe I was an asshole… Okay, nomaybeabout it, I was definitely an asshole. But I’d heard Gray get out of his bunk. I’d seen him hesitate in the shadows when he saw Billie sitting there with me. In my defense, I’d given him a chance to come out and announce himself before things went further, buthechose to be a creep. So it was his own damn fault that he’d witnessed Billie shattering like something out of a wet dream.
Really, when I think of it like that, Gray should be thanking me. He thought he was so fucking secretive and mysterious, but every time he looked her way his whole face turned into one of those anime characters. Heart eyes. The big grump was crushing on my girl, and I wasn’t even mad about it. I mean, of course he was; she was fucking awesome.
“So, what’s the plan today?” Billie asked as I handed her a coffee from the tray I’d collected from a roadie. We’d just arrived in Philadelphia for our last show before New York, and I was already trying to figure out how to sabotage the bus before we got to the Big Apple. I couldn’t stand the thought of her leaving so soon.
What had she asked me earlier? Do I believe in soulmates? I didn’t a week ago, but I definitely did now.
“We have to head to the stadium for soundchecks and shit,” I replied, selecting my own coffee from the tray and sliding into the sofa seat beside her. She hummed a contented sound as she sipped hers, and I smiled. The roadies had included her order—an almond latte, double foam—without me asking today. I liked that.
A groan came from the bunks, followed by a thump. Billie raised her brow in question, but a moment later, Jace stumbled out still half asleep.
His barely open eyes snapped toward Billlie, and she froze with her coffee halfway to her perfect lips. An uncomfortable feeling twisted through me as the tension between them built. My soulmate or not, Billie and Jace weren’t done. Shit. What had she said, again?Peoplewe knew in past lives. Plural.
