“Sweet dreams, handsome,” Jace replied, sounding smug, like he wasso funny. Dick.
I was already drifting back to sleep, though, so I just intertwined my legs with Rhett’s and let myself relax. Really relax. Fuck, I had a lot to be thankful for, and his forgiveness for the fake baby ruse was high on that list.
My dreams when I fell back to sleep were fucked up to say the least, full of masked men armed with knives that turned into bananas before they stabbed me, which then resulted in me all covered in mashed banana while the masked men skipped through a field singing songs fromThe Sound Of Music.
It was a stressful, confusing, and ridiculous dream that then morphed into a seriously X-rated sex dream involving all three members of Bellerose… all three of them inside me at the same time... with no one in my mouth. Was that physically possible? My dream said yes, and I was pretty game to find out for myself.
I groaned as my dream shifted gears again, my imaginary partners all moving to different positions, and I reached down to stroke the hard length rubbing between my legs against my soaking panties.
“Fuck,” Jace whispered, his breath warm against the back of my neck. “Billie, we can’t—”
Then my panties were pushed aside and he was sliding into me. Onlythendid I fully realize I wasn’t dreaming anymore. I gasped, arching my spine to push back on him, and my lids fluttered open a millimeter. Just enough to see Rhett had gotten up already and sunlight was streaming through the half-open door of the Airstream.
“Jace,” I breathed, my pussy throbbing hard as he fucked me slow and steady from behind.
“Shut up,” he muttered back, his arm banding around my body to pull us closer together. “Just… shut up. I need to get you out of my head, Rose, and how do I do that while you’re flicking your clit in your sleep right beside me? Huh?”
Oh shit. Was I?
“What were you dreaming about, Billie?” Jace pumped harder, our skin slapping together. “You came in your sleep, did you know? Fuck, it was hot.”
Ah, that explained how achy and wet I already was. Oops, my bad.
“Sorry,” I panted, already feeling another orgasm curling through my belly.
“I said, shut up,” he whispered back. This time, his hand covered my mouth to physically keep me quiet while we fucked. Or while he fucked me and I just went along for the ride. And holy shit, what a ride it was.
I bit down on his fingers when I came, my toes curling into the sheets and my stomach muscles tensing up as I swallowed back the need to scream.
“Quiet,” he growled in my ear as I gasped and writhed, his hand still clamped across my mouth. “Rhett’s making us coffee, and he doesn’t need to know.”
Guilt and shame washed through me, but it was quickly smothered by arousal as Jace’s other hand found my clit. Rhett wouldn’t actually mind… I didn’t think. Or was he only okay with it when he was joining in? Shit, that probably needed to be discussed for clarity, but right now—
“Come for me again, Rose,” Jace ordered in a low, quiet voice, his fingers pinching my clit harder than strictly necessary. “The way your tight cunt milks my dick while you come is beyond addictive.”
I was tempted to tell him to go to hell, that I wasn’t his puppet or sex slave. But it feltso goodI was helpless to deny that request. Hell, I’d have come again whether he wanted it or not.
He fucked me harder, his shaft probably getting fabric burn from my panties, and then my climax locked my muscles up once more, my inner walls gripping him like a vice and dragging him into his own release. Hot cum filled my cunt as his abs flexed against my back, whispered curses falling from his lips in lieu of a louder reaction.
Then the second he was done, he released me, pulling out and climbing out of the bed in one smooth motion. I’d barely pulled my panties back into place, and he was already gone, storming out of the trailer before even bothering to pull his shirt on.
What the fuck?
My breathing was still jagged and quick, my cheeks undoubtedly flushed, and I sat up in confusion. Swallowing and trying to get control of my racing heartbeat, I raked my fingers through tangled hair. Ouch.
“Good morning, beautiful Thorn,” Rhett called out, poking his head back through the door. “I just grabbed fresh water from that stream I found yesterday. Coffee will be ready in no time!”
My responding smile was wobbly. “You’re the best.”
He really was. And he had no idea that Jace and I had just hate fucked while he was doing something sweet. Damn Jace Adams right to hell for making thismyresponsibility. I had to talk to Rhett.
After coffee, though.
thirty-three
BILLIE
The rich smell of coffee reached my nose before I stepped outside. I’d cleaned up as best I could in the tiny bathroom, beyond grateful to the owner for leaving it stocked with toilet paper. Even so, I couldfeelJace all over my skin as I joined Rhett beside the tiny campfire he’d lit to heat the water for coffee.
