Shattered Dreams (Boys of Bellerose, #3)(19)
In my hungover state today, I had no idea if the three “hits” I’d help them write were really as good as I remembered, but it was a day I’d never forget.
A moment of peace in a lifetime of pain.
“You okay, Thorn?” Rhett mumbled, rolling over to drape his arm across my body. “Did the nightmares wake you?”
For once, they hadn’t.
He wrapped me up tighter, and I let out another groan. “Nope, not the nightmares. This morning it’s the hangover.”
Rhett’s soft laughter was somewhat soothing, and I appreciated him for being my calm in the chaos. “Shower, painkillers, and water,” he told me. “I left the last two on the side table.”
Prying my eyes open, dealing with the light, I saw the tall glass of water and two white tablets exactly as he’d said. “I fucking love you,” I declared, reaching over and fumbling to grab them. “I don’t know what I did right in my life, but I’m so damn thankful for you.”
Rhett’s laughter this time was a little louder. “I can’t tell if you’re talking to me or the pills.”
Swallowing them down in one go, I took a soothing drink of water before turning back to the gorgeous man in my bed. “You,” I told him, my chest squeezing as painfully as my stomach was roiling. “Definitely you.”
He stilled, that laughter dying off, and as he pushed himself up, the sheets falling away from his naked body, I choked back a gasp. His mouth landed on mine hard, and I was reminded that when we fell into bed last night, I’d sort of fell onto his dick as he fucked me until I was sobbing his name.
My core clenched, and I was ready for round two. One that was far less fuzzy.
“I love you too, Thorn. Have since the first moment you stumbled into my alley.”
Rhett, my knight in shining armor. He’d never let me down, not even one time, and he was so much more than I deserved.
Nothing more was said as our mouths met again. Rhett’s hands cupped my face as he deepened the kiss, and I moaned softly, the fuzzy-headedness fading slightly under his touch. The roiling of my stomach remained strong, but I refused to let that win when I was about to lose myself in some Rhett orgasms.
“Fuck, Thorn. You were sent here to save my sanity, I swear to the rock gods.”
“You saved me too,” I whispered back breathless. “In every fucking way.”
Rhett’s eyes darkened until they were near emerald as he slid his hands under my ass and jerked me up and into his body, before he dropped us both back to the bed, his weight crushing me but in the most delicious way.
Opening my legs to allow him closer, I rocked against his hard cock, and he was just positioning himself to slide inside me, when there was a heavy bang against the door. Followed by another. The sound hurt my brain, and if I’d had magic powers, I would have turned whoever was at the door into fucking dust.
“Fuck off,” Rhett growled as the thick, pierced head of his cock pushed at my entrance; his mouth dropped to my tits as he sucked roughly on both nipples, one after the other, drawing them between his teeth and tongue until both peaks were hard and throbbing.
The banging came again, more consistently this time. “Get the fuck up,” Jace shouted through the door. “We have music to finish and shit to talk about, and it can’t wait for your five minutes of glory, Rhett.”
“That motherfucker,” Rhett snarled against my chest before he lifted his head once more. “If I come out there, Jace, I’m going to beat your fucking ass. Then I’m going to let Billie have her turn.”
Jace’s laughter was dark. “I’ve had more than my share of turns with Bellerose. It always starts well, but in the end, you get fucked in ways you never signed up for.” He banged against the door once more. “Now get the fuck out here.”
Footsteps trailed away, and Rhett dropped his head down to rest next to mine on the pillow. “I’m going to murder him,” he growled, in a very un-Rhett like way. “Strangle him with a mic cord and call it a workplace accident.”
A small laugh escaped my lips, even as I pressed them tighter together. Rhett lifted his head and met my gaze, and the next second we were both laughing. “Guess the mood is a little ruined,” I said when I calmed. “But I’m taking a rain check on this.”
His kiss was swift and full of heat and dominance. “It’s a deal, baby. Come on, let’s get up.”
He was up in a flash, and I tried not to envy that sort of athletic prowess after drinking, when I felt about as nimble as an elephant. Rhett helped me up as well, before depositing me in the bathroom. “You shower first and take your time,” he told me, hands wrapping possessively around my hips as he pulled me in for one last kiss. My legs were a little weak when he pulled away, and judging by his smug grin, he was well aware of the effect he had on me. “I’m going out to beat Jace’s ass and find out what the urgency is.”
With a shake of his head, he turned toward the door, and I lost sight of that hard cock that had almost been all mine this morning. “Don’t forget pants,” I called after him, and when he turned, I saw a glint of his lip ring around his gorgeous smirk.
“Jace can deal with it, Thorn. After all, it’s his fucking fault that I’m as hard as a damn baseball bat.”
He was gone before I could comment, and I thanked the stars that Vee wasn’t into guys, because I was under no illusion that I was okay with sharing them. Unfair when I expected them to share me, but hey, such was life. I was greedy that way, and as long as we were all happy with the arrangement, then I wasn’t going to complain.