“Why are we waking everyone up?” Rhett drawled as Brenda hung up on me without a goodbye.
I slid my phone into the pocket of my sweatpants, then grabbed the fresh mug of coffee out of his hand before he could react. Grinning, I took a gulp. “Mmm, you’re getting good at this. Thanks. Go wake Gray up; we need to leave in fifteen.” Better to keep five minutes up my sleeve.
“Dick,” he grumbled, glaring daggers at me. “Gonna tell me why I’m risking my neck by waking the big man?”
Excitement bubbled in my chest as I took another gulp of Rhett’s coffee. “Big Noise wants to meet about dissolving our contract. Although, it definitely crossed my mind they might try blowing up the building again, I also really want to believe that this is actually the meeting we want. So, you know, go put a suit on or some shit; this is a big day for Bellerose!”
I left Rhett gaping at me in shock and took his mug with me back along the hall to wake Angelo and Billie up. We needed to haul ass if we didn’t want to be late, especially with how long Angelo spent in the shower, doing fuck knows what. Polishing his dick piercings or something.
As it turned out, I didn’t need to wake either of them up.
“Harder,” Billie moaned when I opened the door to find her hanging halfway off the bed while Angelo pounded his dick into her sweet cunt. “Yeah, like that, fuck…” Her words morphed into a groan as Angelo went harder, grinning at me as he fucked our girl.
“I came to wake you two up,” I said, closing the bedroom door behind myself and meeting Billie’s eyes from her upside-down position. Her hair pooled on the carpet, and her tight nipples jutted up at the ceiling as her tits rocked with Angelo’s motion. “But I can see you’re alreadyup.” I narrowed my eyes at Angelo, but he didn’t miss a beat as his flesh slapped against Billie’s.
Billie gave a throaty laugh. “How about you, Adams? Are you—” She gasped and whimpered once, “Do that again, Angel.”
My friend smirked, circling his hips as he thrust in, and she rewarded him with a long groan of ecstasy, her fingers twisting in the covers.
“Jace,” Billie gasped out a moment later. “Are youup?”
My gaze snapped back to her eyes, away from the mesmerizing sight of Angelo filling her greedy cunt with his cock. Was I up? God, yes. I’d pitched a tent the moment I’d heard her moans. I licked my lips, trying to remember why I came to wake them in the first place. It was important. Wasn’t it?
Billie held my gaze, then licked her lips and opened her mouth… inviting me to fuck it.
“Big Noise,” I blurted out, remembering. “Fuck, damn it. We need to meet Brenda at Big Noise to discuss our contract release.”
Angelo stopped. “Seriously?”
“That’s great!” Billie exclaimed.
I smiled at both of them. “Yeah, it is. But we’re in a rush, so… damn. Maybe we could be quick? No, shit, nope we’ll be late. I’m going to take a shower. A cold one. Freezing. But we need to leave in ten minutes, so…” I waved to them as if to say,quit it and get dressed.
“Got it,” Angelo nodded. “Stop messing around and make our girl come.”
He immediately grabbed Billie’s thighs, hitching them up until her knees met her chest, and then started fucking her again. Hard and fast. Christ… the sounds she made…
Reluctantly, I left them to finish and headed for my shower. My ice-cold shower that did nothing to soften my throbbing dick. A situation that wasn’t helped when Billie wobbled into the bathroom a few minutes later dazed, satisfied, and dripping cum down her leg.
Fucking hell, now I’d just have to tuck my dick into my waistband until she could sort me out.
Angelo was all lazy smiles and casual kisses with Billie as we piled into Grayson’s SUV, and I couldn’t stop my knee from bouncing anxiously. I had a bad feeling about this meeting, and I couldn’t put a finger onwhy. Aside from the obvious fact that we nearly died in one of the Big Noise buildings recently. Maybe because everyone kept telling me it was a good thing? Good things didn’t happen to us… did they?
Fuck, that wasn’t even true. We were world-famous rock stars, and Billie was back in my life. Good shit happened all the damn time; maybe we needed all the bad to balance it out. The harder we loved… maybe the harder we had to hurt.
Worth it.
“You should have taken an extra ten minutes, bro,” Angelo murmured as we stalked into the foyer of Big Noise Records—not the recording studio that had been blown up by the Altissimo-Wilson scheme. This was their office building. “Maybe you’d have a little more chill if you dealt with this.” He whacked me in the boner, and I flinched. Hard. Fucking asshole.
Angelo laughed when I shot him my middle finger. I’d get my payback as soon as this meeting was done.
Brenda met us near the elevator, looking considerably more nervous than usual. “We all ready?” Her gaze flicked to Billie ever so briefly, but she didn’t comment on our girlfriend tagging along. Technically, she wasn’t involved in the record-label bullshit, but neither was Angelo. Didn’t mean it’d crossed our minds to exclude either one of them from this meeting.
“Jace only gave us the briefest details,” Grayson commented as we all boarded the elevator car. “That Big Noise is willing to discuss terms for releasing our contract. Is that right?”
“It certainly seems that way,” Brenda confirmed with a tight smile, pressing the button for the twenty-sixth floor. “I’ve been going back and forth with them a lot lately, through the legal teams, and we seem to have finally come to an agreement. Maybe. Or that’s how it sounded when their lawyer called me this morning.”
Angelo squinted at her, frowning. “Why do you seem so anxious, then?”
