BILLIE
It was a low blow and I damn well knew it, but I couldn’t seem to stop the words spilling out of my mouth. I wanted nothing more than to see Jace crack, to make him lose control and give in to what we both still wanted so badly. So I played dirty, throwing out that comparison to Angelo as I pushed up off the ground.
No sooner had I reached all fours than Jace’s hand snatched up a handful of my hair, pushing my face back into the grass as he ripped my pajama pants down.
I gasped, rocking back as his fingers plunged inside my cunt, filling me up as he held me firm.
“Is that what you fucking wanted, Rose?” he snarled, pumping those fingers with fury and sending intoxicating waves of pleasure right through my body. “Are you satisfied now?”
My cheek in the grass, I moaned. “No. Not even close.”
Jace breathed a curse, his hand leaving my hair for just a moment as he tugged his own shorts down. “Tell me to stop, Billie.”
Not a chance in hell.
“Fuck you, Jace,” I said instead, clenching my inner walls around his pumping fingers. “You aren’t man enough to fuck me properly. You limp-dicked, spineless piece of—Oh!”
His thick cock replaced his fingers in the blink of an eye and nearly made me scream at that first thrust. Holy hell, I’d forgotten…
“What was that?” he taunted back, pushing in deeper as I thrashed beneath him. His hands found my hips, holding me tight as he seated his dick entirely. “You were saying something, Billie.”
A breathy moan escaped me as he pulled out and thrust back in hard. “Y-yeah,” I gasped. “Fuck you, Adams.”
He chuckled, and it was one of the single sexiest sounds on this earth. “No, see, that’s where you’re wrong,” he informed me, thrusting hard enough to make my knees scrape in the dirt as I grabbed handfuls of grass. “I’m fuckingyou, and guess what?”
Holy gods of orgasms, had Jace always been like this in bed? Or was this a new skill he’d picked up since becoming a rock star? I was starting to understand the Jace-hype and all the one-night stands. My head was crackling with an overload of endorphins like I’d snorted Pop Rocks, and it was all too hard to maintain our verbal sparring when I was so damn close to coming.
His hand smacked my ass.
“Ow!” I yelped.
“I said,guess what?”
Oh, that was right. I swallowed hard, trying to catch my breath—and my wits—while he pounded my cunt doggy style in the grass. “What, dickhead?”
He laughed again, and my pussy clenched up tight around his shaft. “I’m fucking you, Billie Bellerose,” he growled, then bent over me as his hips continued to piston, putting his lips right near my ear, “and I still fucking hate you.”
An overwhelming rush of emotions clouded my head, but then my orgasm took control. My muscles tensed, and the euphoria unraveled inside my lower belly, making me cry out in undeniable pleasure. Stars lit up in my vision, and my hearing dipped out momentarily as Jace chased his own release, coming inside me with several brutal thrusts as his fingers bit deeply into my slim hips.
“I hate you, too,” I croaked as soon as I caught my breath. “Never fucking touch me again, or I’ll cut your cock off and make you choke on it.”
It took more effort than I liked to admit to move off the dick in question, and I scrambled to pull my pants back up. Instantly the emptiness between my legs made my breath catch, but I steeled my spine and retraced my steps to find my shirt. I left the prosthetic belly where it was, not caring enough to maintain the ruse anymore. At least the sex had warmed me up, since it was blistering cold and I’d been suffering before Jace decided to fuck me.
He said nothing, just knelt there in the grass where we’d just fucked with his head hanging low with defeat.
When he raised his head, the moonlight showed tears streaking his face, but before I could comment—even if I had something to say—a series of gunshots rang out through the night air.
They weren’t close, but it was enough to remind us both that we had bigger problems to deal with.
Jace swiped a hand over his face, then pushed to his feet. “Let’s go,” he said, his voice like a frozen tundra. “I don’t want or need your death on my conscience.”
He stalked off in the direction we’d originally set out in. I think. I was all turned around after the fight and Flo…Fuck. Flo is dead.
Hot tears spilled out of my own eyes, but I said nothing as I followed Jace silently, just wrapped my arms around my rapidly cooling body, trembling and crying as we trekked through the darkness. I lost track of how long we walked, but not a single word passed between us. Jace barely even glanced at me, and several times I vividly pictured what might happen if I just stopped. I was so cold my bones ached, my face hurting from where my tears had chilled on my face, but still I said nothing.
Jace was no better off than me in just a pair of shorts. And I would rather die than seek his pity.
The fact that his cum still dripped out of me was only a harsh reminder of how the two of us were like baking soda and vinegar. Like magnesium set alight. And apparently, I losteveryshred of common sense around him. So I was better off freezing to death than risking another of those earth-shaking encounters.
