Shattered Dreams (Boys of Bellerose, #3)(23)

Well. When he put it like that… I just about sprinted back to the SUV while Grayson’s rich laughter followed me along the path. Instead of opening the front passenger door for me, he popped the trunk and pressed a button to flatten the backseats down.

“Uh, what…?” I watched, confused and horny as Grayson pulled a rolled-up blanket from somewhere and within a minute had created a perfect, cozy double bed in the back of his vehicle.

“Hop in,” he told me with a wink. I did as I was told, and he climbed in as well before closing the trunk hatch. “Now lie down and look up,” he whispered.

Again, I did as I was told, then gasped. The panoramic moonroof gave us a perfect view of the moody clouds above the car threatening to drop snow at any moment.

“Gray…” I breathed, admiring the turbulent beauty of those freezing clouds swirling across the sky. “This is perfect.”

He reclined on his side, propped up on one elbow as he studied my face. “I had this planned for a nighttime trip so we could look at the stars.”

I shook my head. “No, this is better.” Reaching up, I threaded my fingers through his hair and pulled him close to kiss. “Thank you. You’re too good to me.”

He kissed me back, humming thoughtfully. “About that deal we made…”

I yelped in surprise with how quick he moved, rearranging our position and stripping my jeans off entirely. “Gray!” I gasped as his fingers hooked through the elastic of my panties.

“Too fast?” he asked, pausing to look up at me with a hungry expression on his face.

I shook my head. “God, no. I was just going to say you can’t rip those off like in the movies. Real panties don’t just—”

He gave a forceful tug, and the fabric bit viciously into my flesh for a split second before tearing away entirely.

“You sure?” He grinned, holding up my shredded garment. “Sure seems like they do.”

I moaned, but it was tinged with laughter. “Ow.”

He winced, then bent to kiss the sore points where my flesh had taken the force of the tearing underwear the hardest. “Sorry, beautiful, I’ve been wanting to do that for so fucking long. Let me make it up to you.”

His kisses drifted lower, and I gasped when his mouth found my clit. “O-okay,” I agreed in a shaking voice. “You can try.”

His response was to suck my clit while pushing two fingers straight into my already pulsing cunt. Holy crap, that nearly made me come. I had to bite the inside of my cheek hard enough to draw blood just to keep it at bay.

“You’re soaking, Prickles,” he rumbled, the reverberation of his low voice doing filthy things to my insides. My response was just a breathy moan as I threaded my fingers into his hair and pulled him harder against me.

He gave incredible head, there was no question about it. But he’d been teasing me with that massive erection pushed against my back while we shot targets, and now his fingers and mouth weren’t enough. I needed more.

“Gray,” I gasped, writhing under his touch. “I need…” Christ, he’d already turned me down for sex once; what if he did it again? I doubted my ego could bounce back so easily a second time.

“What?” he prompted. “What do you need, beautiful?”

I licked my lips, searching for my voice.

Grayson sat back, patient as a fucking monk, and just watched me while I worked up the courage to ask for what I really wanted.

Gritting my teeth, I reached out and gripped his belt to pull him closer. “This,” I said, palming his hard length through his pants. “I want this. All of it. In me. Right fucking now.”

Surprise and amusement flitted across Grayson’s face, but they quickly melted into pure, toe-curling lust. “Demanding, aren’t we? I thought our deal was for me to eat your pussy until you screamed the birds out of their trees.”

“Gray…” I whined, tugging his belt open and fumbling with his tight pants button. The straining fabric, thanks to his massive erection, wasn’t making things easy. “Don’t make me beg.”

His lips curled in a wicked grin. “I don’t know. Maybe I want to hear you beg.”

Dammit, Billie. Why did you say that?

Then again, I was so revved up there wasn’t much I wouldn’t do. “Please, Gray,” I moaned, finally getting that pesky button undone and freeing his cock from the denim prison. “Please fuck me properly. I can’t stop thinking about how good you’ll feel pushing this monster cock into my tight cunt and making me scream with pleasure. I want you to fill me up, then flip me over and smack my ass like a drum while you pound my pussy from behind.”

For the first time since we’d met, Grayson seemed genuinely speechless—not just that he was choosing to remain silent like he so often did. No, this time he was stunned.

Then I repeated what I’d just said inside my head, and belated embarrassment nearly killed me right then and there.

“Holy fucking shit,” Gray breathed. “Billie Bellerose dirty talking is officially my favorite thing in the whole world. Do it again.”

My hands clapped over my face, and I gave a pathetic whimper of anguish. “No! I don’t even know where that came from!”

Gray chuckled, a deeply sexy sound, as he kissed my belly and pushed my shirt up to reveal my tits in the thin lace bra I’d worn. “I do. And I like it.”