“Shutup,” he growled, fucking her harder. “This changes nothing. I stillhateyou.”
Her moan was long and low, sweat running down her throat. “Noted. Ditto.Fuck!”
He slammed into her with enough force that her pussy ground against my dick, and I grinned at Jace over her shoulder. He shot me a smirk right back, knowing exactly what he was doing. Then he smacked her ass hard and made her scream. Damn, I bet that felt amazing. She would have clenched up tight at the shock of pain.
“You gonna make me come this time?” Jace taunted her. His balls slapped against mine, he was that close now, and I wrinkled my nose. It was a small price to pay to have her sandwiched between us, and all I could think about was whether she’d be game to let us fuck her at the same time.
Did Billie Bellerose take it in the ass? I couldn’t wait to find out.
“Jace, quit being a cum-tease, and finish already!” She was frustrated, wrung out, ready to come again. My girl was a fucking goddess. Eager to get back in on the action, I cupped her bouncing breasts in my hands, bringing one of those hard nipples to my mouth.
She cried out as I sucked it, and I got the feeling she was ready to blow. So was Jace, based on the horrified look on his face.
A few short moments later, Billie exploded, and Jace followed a split second later. Like they were still in sync, even after all these years, their bodies remembered.
There was a brief moment of utter peace as everyone’s breathing gradually slowed. Then Jace lurched to his feet and snatched up his pants from where he’d discarded them.
“I’d have had a better time with my hand in the shower,” he lied, casting a disgusted look Billie’s way.
My anger sparked, and I drew a breath to tell him tofuckhimself,but Billie started laughing where she’d collapsed boneless in my arms.
“Good, do that next time, and leave me and Rhett to it. Oh, and by the way, Adams? I’ve gagged harder on a throat swab than your micro-dick. Surely, with all your money you could get that thing enlarged?”
Jace’s expression was pure thunder as he flipped his middle finger up at Billie, but she wasn’t even looking at him, snuggling her face into my neck with a blissful, exhausted sigh.
“You’re an idiot,” I told my friend.
He just shrugged, his jaw set in a stubborn tilt. “I’m going for a walk. Don’t go anywhere.”
Like there was anywheretogo. After all, orders were to lay low, so that’s what we would do. All the more enjoyable now that Billie was back in my arms. Jace was a goddamn fool. A potted plant would have been more in touch with its emotions than he was at this stage.
So much for sex mending their broken bridge. If anything, that might have just tossed a grenade at it. Whoops. My bad.
twenty-seven
BILLIE
Iexpected to be in shock. I’d just fucked RhettandJace all but at the same time. After jumping from one of their cocks to the next, and three orgasms later, Jace was out of here like the huffy bastard he was. Huge shocker there.
“You okay, Thorn?” Rhett was watching me, gaze gentle, as he gave me a moment to sort out my messy thoughts.
“Surprisingly… yes. I’m actually more than okay.” Probably couldn’t walk, and I’d be leaking cum for a week, but other than that, I’d had way worse afternoons with the Bellerose boys. “I expected to feel more freaked out by what just happened, but maybe I’m as rock star as you guys now.”
I shot him a flirty smirk, and he returned it in full. “You think I’d slap balls with Jace for just any chick? Fuck no, I wouldn’t. You’re special Thorny Rose, and I will pitchfork the next fucker who disagrees with me.” His smile fell rapidly as he grimaced.
“Too soon,” I said softly, reaching out to hug him tightly. We needed to clean up, but comfort was first.
“I joke through my pain,” Rhett admitted. “But yeah, some shit is too soon.”
My reply was to hug him harder. “It’s going to be okay. We just have to stick together.”
It was a cliche, but in this situation, I strongly believed that if we were to survive the next few days, we had to start working as a team. Jace continually heading off without us wasn’t safe, and this had to be the last time he did so.
“You’re never getting rid of me now,” Rhett said, and when I pulled back to see his expression, it was serious. That part hadn’t been a joke. “And we should get cleaned up.”
It took more effort than it should have to pull myself away from him and stand on somewhat shaky legs, the aftereffects of that sex session—along with the booze—enough for my limbs to feel tingly, almost as if they were a little outside my control. We headed for the same bathroom we’d already used, determined not to mess up these poor people’s house any more than we had.
Rhett followed me straight in, and no lie, the cleaning up process took a whole lot longer than I’d anticipated, as he stroked calloused fingers across my skin. Sending spikes of pleasure through me.
