Her nails dug into my shoulders, and I welcomed the small bite of pain.
“Sing for me, Billie,” I whispered, and in the next beat, I picked up the pace, pushing her against the wall finally so I could thrust into her without pause. I fucked her until she sang my name, and we both came in a wet, groaning mess.
Fucking hell, this chick destroyed me. She owned me. I hoped that I’d get to hear her off-key singing in the shower for the next seventy years.
That way I could die a happy man.
twenty-five
BILLIE
The shower was starting to beour place.Grayson’s and mine. There was something about him crowding his huge body into the smaller stall and taking me to the height of pleasure as the water streamed over us that really fucking did it for me. Even if I was hobbling out of my bedroom an hour later, dressed and walking like I’d been really fucked.
Which I had, and I had zero regrets.
“Hey baby,” Jace said when I entered the living room. He had just left the kitchen, and he dropped the two cups of coffee on the small glass table so he could give me a morning kiss. “Angel just headed out to start gathering information,” he said after that delicious greeting. “He wanted me to tell you that you are his tonight, since Grayson stole his morning with you.”
I laughed and shook my head. “Why do I feel like we need an actual schedule at this point?”
Jace shrugged, before wrapping his arms around me and hauling me up into a more thorough kiss. “As long as I get every fucking night, a schedule is fine by me.”
There was no time for more laughter as his kiss deepened, and I groaned, sad that I needed a little recovery time after Grayson’s huge dick had almost destroyed me in the shower. Next time, no matter how ready I felt, maybe some prep wouldn’t hurt. Not like foreplay with any of my boys was a hardship.
When Jace dropped me down, I had to force the disappointed pout off my face. I really wasn’t in a position for more loving, but later, I’d demand he finish what he started, that was for sure.
“So, what are we doing today?” I asked as we took our seats, and Jace handed me a coffee. If I didn’t love him already, his thoughtfulness in always having a coffee ready for me would definitely do the trick. “And is Angel safe going out on his own to gather intel against his family?”
“He took Gray with him,” Jace said. “So it’s just you, me, and Rhett here today. We’re apparently allowed to do whatever we want, as long as none of us leaves this house.”
I shook my head. “Let me guess, that was Gray’s rule as he walked out of the door.”
Jace smirked. “Yep. But what Gray doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”
“Gray knows everything,” Rhett groaned as he wandered out of the kitchen, his own cup of coffee in hand as he dropped down beside me and leaned over to press a kiss to my lips before he took his first delicious sip.
We were quiet for a few seconds as we indulged in our second favorite morning ritual. Our favorite was, of course, what’d happened in the shower this morning.
I needed a schedule.
The peace of the morning vanished when Jace placed his cup on the table and turned to face me. “Do you think it’s time we discussed Wilson? I mean, I know you well enough to know when you’re compartmentalizing to deal with life, but that doesn’t mean we can ignore it forever. Ricci is our first priority, but Wilson has to come soon after that.”
Rhett was quiet on the other side of me, and the fact that he didn’t immediately jump in to shut Jace up told me that he was in agreement. It was time to discuss Wilson.Fuck. After spending nearly a month pretending my father hadn’t just popped up from the grave and stolen one of my boyfriends, my time for denial had run out.
“Have you chatted with the doc about it?” Rhett added gently. “Because if you haven’t, Jace is right, you have to start talking to someone about it. Or eventually the trauma will eat you alive.”
He knew that better than most. Better than I would ever wish on someone as kind and beautiful as Rhett. Though I did often wonder if it was his upbringing that had given him such an empathetic and loving soul. Or would he have been this way no matter how he was raised?
That old nature versus nurture argument, and for me, there was never a clear answer.
“What the fuck am I supposed to say?” I finally said flatly. “I have questions of course, including wanting to know why he killed my mom and then faked his own death.”
“Probably the most pressing question,” Jace agreed with a shake of his head.
I shrugged. “Probably, but in all seriousness, what’s the point of going over and over the questions when I will never get answers. At least, I won’t until I stand face-to-face withWilson. And in all honesty, I don’t want to do that. I wanted Grayson to kill him at the docks and end it all once and for all. It would have been, you know, easier.”
As though they’d planned it together, both boys reached out and took one of my hands. Jace was still turned toward me, and Rhett mimicked that pose, until I was surrounded by rock star hotness. They certainly knew how to distract a girl from her evil father.
“We will deal with him once we deal with the Riccis,” Jace said, his words lit with promise. “Gray has already said that there will be no true freedom from the underworld life, unless we wrap up every single loose end. And your dad is one of the biggest still floating out there.”
