Shattered Dreams (Boys of Bellerose, #3)(25)

He lifted my hips again, trying to position me on my knees, but that then didn’t give him enough room for his head. It was funny, in a frustratingly sexy kind of way, until he muttered a curse and reached over my head to press the moonroof button. A moment later, the glass retracted and let in a frosty gust of air.

“That’s better,” Gray rumbled, his head sticking out of the roof while he got me positioned right how he wanted me: ass up, face down, pussy full of his cock. I kind of wanted to see it from his point of view but made a mental note for another day. “Gonna come for me again, Prickles?”

His huge hand caressed my ass cheek. Priming it.

“N-no?” I whimpered, full of shit. Absolutely I was.

Smack. My body tensed at the sharp sting of pain, and Gray hissed a breath through his teeth. “Yeah, you are.”

Smack. The other cheek this time. The instant warmth of blood rushing to the skin combated the freezing air swirling into the sweaty car, and my strung out body quaked.

Yeah. I was.

He quickly found a rhythm, fucking me with deep, rough thrusts and just tossing in an occasional smack on my tender ass cheeks, but it quickly pushed me over the edge again. Then again. Then…

“Gray,” I whimpered, “I can’t—”

“Yes, you can. You come apart so fucking beautifully, Billie. Like a damn goddess. One more time for me, baby girl. One more time and I’ll join you this time. Can I come inside you?”

Oh geez, he wasn’t the only one getting off with dirty talk. Just him asking that knocked me over the edge for the fifth time… or fourth? Sixth? Fuck, I had no clue.

“Yes!” I cried out as my pussy spasmed around him. “Yes, fuck, Gray, do it!”

He thrust again, still fucking teasing. “Do what, Billie? Spell it out.”

I whimpered, my whole body shaking. “Come inside my pussy, Gray. Fill me up with your cum. I wanna feel you explode.”

That sent him flying, and with his next brutal thrust, he grunted and cursed the sexiest sounds as he climaxed into me from behind. Then he collapsed just barely to the side of me, to avoid crushing me entirely, but didn’t even bother pulling his dick out. It was… hot. I liked that he was still inside me as he gradually softened, and without really intending to, I tightened my inner walls.

“Prickles…” he growled with warning. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“Who says I can’t?” I replied, full of sass despite how much my body resembled an overcooked noodle. Gray just cracked one eye, giving me a hard look, and I grinned. “Okay, fine. Good point. But in that case, you should really put that weapon away. You’re too tempting, Grayson Taylor.”

“The feeling is mutual, Billie Bellerose.” With a groan of effort, he separated from me and tugged his pants on. The roof was still open, and without his body heat, I started shivering. Clothes. I needed clothes. When had he taken my top off? I didn’t even remember that part.

Scrambling around, I dressed as best I could without panties, then Grayson wrapped his leather jacket around me once more.

“You look so fucking good in this,” he murmured, tilting my chin up to claim my lips in a kiss.

It was the kind of kiss I’d file in my core memory databank. Utterly perfect, totally sweet, and with the soft flakes of snow falling on our faces as our kiss deepened.

“We should go before I get more filthy ideas,” Gray rumbled with reluctance. “Rhett will be ripping his hair out by now. Billie withdrawals.”

I smiled, but he was probably not far off the mark. He held my door open and helped me into the passenger seat, then gave a husky chuckle when I winced. Yeah, my ass cheeks were burning, and he was way too smug.

“You’re sleeping in my bed tonight,” he announced as he turned the car on and closed the moonroof. “Fuck Rhett’s nightmares, he can stay up with Jace and take a dose of his own medicine.”

That shouldn’t have turned me on as much as it did, and yet...

Best Christmas ever. Hands down. I was falling head over heels for the boys of Bellerose and never wanted it to stop.





eleven





BILLIE


We returned to a silent house. The first person we saw as we entered the living room was Jace. He’d crashed on the couch, guitar on his lap, and even without us making a noise, his eyes flew open.

He nailed me with his signature glare. “Where have you two been? Security lost their fucking minds when they realized you’d snuck out without telling anyone.”

I couldn’t help the smug smile that spread across my face; sort of looked like Jace had been worried too. “Gray took me… shooting. It was fucking amazing.”

His gaze darted between the two of us, and it was clear he knew that a little more than “shooting” had been going on. I moved further into the room, ready to collapse on the couch too. The couch on the opposite side of the room to Jace. “You’re limping,” he said suddenly. “Did you get injured?”

A choked laugh escaped me. “Just a hard whack on the ass. Nothing serious. Don’t worry.”

“Serious enough,” Gray said, crossing his arms and nudging one shoulder into the doorframe between the kitchen and living area. “You never told me Billie enjoyed outdoor activities so much.”