“Oh my god, I’m going to come again,” I protested with a gasp, feeling the intense sensation building deep within me. Deeper than I’d ever felt it before, which made sense given all the firsts I was ticking off my list. Apparently anal gave me a different kind of orgasm, andthatwas fun.
“Do it,” Jace ordered, “Because I’ve been holding myself back since the moment you presented this perfect peach for fucking.”
I whimpered and trembled as the two of them picked up the pace, fucking me hard as our skin slapped together. The intertwined sound of our rough breathing filled the room, and I was powerless to resist the soul-shaking climax that stole through my body. My toes curled, my shoulders tensed, and I gave a soundless scream against Angelo’s neck while they thrust harder and deeper, fucking me right through the orgasm and out the other side.
Only this time, the sensations didn’t fade away like they usually did. They lingered, my body lit up with sensitivity as my orgasm drew out longer, fluttering on the edge like there was more to come. Was that even possible? Fuck, who was I kidding, after all the back-to-back orgasms I’d been having lately, I could probably cross into another dimension if I tried hard enough.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned, licking my lips desperately, “you’re going to make me come again already. Holyshit…” That was all I gasped out before I came so hard I momentarily blacked out.
“…need to come,” someone was saying as my hearing slowly returned, “…can I…”
That was all I made out, but I could guess the rest. “Yes,” I cried out, my voice hoarse. “Yes. Finish inside me. Please. Both of you. Fill me up until I’m dripping, and then do it again. And again. And—”
Deep masculine grunts rolled through me as their bodies jerked and their hips slammed into me at the same time. Hot jets of cum lashed my inner walls, both front and back, and pure joy and satisfaction unfurled in my chest. I’d never felt so worshiped or precious in my whole life. I’d never felt so loved and adored, or so fucking filthy. It was glorious. Angelo was right, we’d definitely be doing this again… I couldn’t wait to get Gray and Rhett to join in.
Next time, though. Because as we all collapsed in a sweaty, cum-slicked pile of limbs, I seriously questioned how sore I would be when I woke up. Worth it, though. So fucking worth it. Maybe I just needed more practice, and I was confident I had four very willing training buddies up for the task.
fifteen
JACE
I’ve been an obsessed motherfucker for most of my life. Obsessed with music, obsessed with fame, obsessed with proving myself.
And above all of that, obsessed with Billie Bellerose.
She’d been a sassy little shit of a kid, and from the first fucking moment she’d wandered into my life and bossed me around, I’d been a goner. Like all genius guys, I’d pretended that she was an annoyance, when really… she was the fucking reason I got out of bed most days and stumbled my way through this life.
The darkness I’d felt when she’d left me had been indescribable. It was so complete, and I’d acted so destructively in that darkness, that I’d lost parts of myself I probably would never get back.
I’d almost lost the best part of myself: her.
If I hadn’t been so goddamn stubborn, I’d have forced her to explain everything to me years ago and maybe we wouldn’t be in this sort of situation where now I had to rebuild everything between us. It was my penance for my weakness. I’d been too weak and scared to face Billie again, and in doing so, I’d punished both of us.
But I was no longer that scared piece-of-shit boy. I was a man now, and I would show Billie what it was liked to be loved by this version of Jace Adams.
Even if I did keep referring to myself in the third person and by my full fucking name.
Yeah, some rock star traits were ingrained.
“How are you feeling today, baby?” I asked late the next morning after we’d rescued Angelo and the three of us had connected in a way that forged new fantasies in my head. We’d returned to Naples and Grayson’s in the morning, and Billie had decided to stay in with Angelo. I’d slept on the couch and given them their time together.
She shot me the sweetest smile, wearing one of my shirts and, I would guess, nothing else. Her hair was messy, her face sleepy—we weren’t giving our girl much rest these days—and she was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen.
There was no replacing a first love, no matter how fucking hard you tried.
“You know, I’m feelingall kinds of thingsthis morning,” she said with a laugh, before her expression calmed, and she smiled gently at me once more, “but mostly what I’m feeling is loved. Thank you for…” She cleared her throat and shook her head. “I don’t even know. Everything. For showing me the potential of the man I always knew you could be.”
Shot straight in the goddamn chest.
“I’m not even close to done making up for my behavior in the past,” I reminded her. “This is only the beginning, and I promise, I will never let you down again. Not if it’s within my power.”
She stumbled over and dropped down next to me, and I couldn’t stop from reaching out and lifting her so she was on my lap. Almost immediately she tensed, but then she relaxed. Her first instinct was still to worry that I might hurt or reject her, and until she knew that would never happen again, I had my work cut out for me.
My hand splayed across her belly as thoughts of our child entered my mind once more. Despite everything over the past few weeks, my thoughts kept drifting to it. I decided it was maybe time for us to have a more serious conversation about the past.
“I know I apologized for my reaction to you telling me about the baby,” I said softly.
Billie tensed again, and I stroked my hand across her stomach, lifting the shirt so I could touch her bare skin. “I can never truly make that up to you, I know that, but I want to explain what was happening in my life back then, the reasons that caused me to not be there when you needed me the most.”
