Shattered Dreams (Boys of Bellerose, #3)(33)

Later into the night, my restless sleep faded as Rhett slipped into bed with me, his cold hands snaking under my t-shirt and making me shiver.

“You’re freezing,” I mumbled, snuggling tighter against him rather than pulling away. “Put your hands on my boobs; they’re always warm.” True story.

He chuckled but did as I said. Only he took the opportunity to play with my nipples between his frosty fingers, and that really woke me up.

“Aren’t you sleepy?” I asked with a yawn, arching into his touch eagerly.

His lips found my neck. “I was. Now I’m not. Are you sleeping in my t-shirt, Thorn?”

“Of course,” I replied, smiling into the semidarkness with just enough light to make out his face. “They’re my favorite.”

“Mmm…” He kissed my jaw, his hands tugging the shirt up. “It looks better on my floor.” He lifted it over my head and tossed it across the room. “That’s better.” Hands back on my boobs, he kissed my throat.

A slash of light cut through the bedroom as someone opened the door, but it quickly disappeared again as the door closed. “Oh, whoops,” Gray said in a heavily sarcastic voice, “this isn’t my bedroom. How awkward.” Then he proceeded to climb into bed with us anyway.

“Gray…” Rhett groaned with a frustrated edge. “We talked about this. You need to—”

“Share. I know. Message received, loud and clear.” He slapped one of Rhett’s hands off my boob and replaced it with his mouth. “See? Sharing.” He winked up at me, then circled my tight nipple with the tip of his tongue.

I gasped, wetting my lips in anticipation. This night had just taken an interesting turn, that was for sure.

Rhett made an irritated sound. “That’s not…” He broke off with a sigh. “Look, I’m not not into this. Billie? Your call, babe.”

Lips parted, I looked between them with wide eyes. “Seriously?”

Rhett squinted his confusion. “Of course. It’s always your call. Are you ready to test the big, selfish baby’s ability to play nice?”

Grinning my amusement, I shifted my attention to Gray, who was glaring out the corner of his eye at Rhett. “I’m not selfish, just making up for lost time.”

“He makes a good point,” I agreed, “so I think we give him a chance.”

“Gee, thanks,” Grayson drawled, but I yanked his face to mine with a handful of his hair, kissing him hard enough to lose my breath. He gave a sexy rumble against my lips, and I reached out to tangle my fingers in Rhett’s turquoise hair. When Gray left my mouth to suck my nipple again, I eagerly accepted Rhett’s lips against mine.

Yeah. I was into the sharing thing and always had been. Jace and Angelo were living proof of that.

“I suppose, just this once,” Rhett teased, kissing down my throat as Gray’s fingers toyed with the waistband of my panties. “But don’t go freaking out, Gray, if our swords cross. These things happen in three-ways, and it doesn’t mean I’m into you. Clear?”

Grayson laughed silently against my ribs, his breath tickling my skin, but his answering “Fuck off” was gruff and serious, like he was genuinely annoyed at Rhett.

“Shh,” I teased, pushing Rhett down the bed. “Less shit-talking, more pussy eating, Silver.”

Rhett spluttered a shocked sound, gaping at me in the dim light. “What did you say, Thorn?”

“Oh yeah, Billie has a filthy mouth in bed,” Gray purred, his long fingers stroking my heated core over the fabric of my underwear. “You didn’t know? You’ve been missing out.”

I wrinkled my nose, fighting back embarrassment again. “Rhett…”

“Yep, no, I’m okay with this. I like it. Dirty-talking Billie… nice.” Then he did as I’d ordered and slid further down the bed to position himself between my legs. Grinning up at us, he peeled my panties down while lifting my legs over his head, then arranged me spread wide open.

I whimpered as he teased me, running the very tip of his tongue down my center ever so slowly, but Grayson was quick to swallow my sounds with his deep kisses. Rhett licked me more deliberately, and I bucked against his face.

“Patience, Thorn,” he chuckled, pinning my thighs in place with his rough hands. Fucking guitarists and their finger strength. His lips closed around my clit, his tongue flicking it with a steady rhythm like he was listening to music in his head while he drove me to the edge of insanity and back, and Gray kissed me utterly breathless and weak.

Gasping, I nipped Gray’s lip between my teeth. “Gray,” I moaned. “I want to taste you.”

“Yeah?” he mused, his thumb brushing over my already puffy lower lip.

I nodded eagerly as Rhett slid his long musician’s fingers into my pussy and made me squirm. “Yeah. Please. Can I suck your dick, Gray?”

“Jesus fuck,” Rhett muttered against my pussy, and Gray exchanged a wicked grin with me.

“You can,” Gray agreed. “But not like this. I’d be worried about choking you.”

Rhett scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

Nonetheless, Grayson scooted up to rest his back on the headboard and tugged his sweatpants down to reveal his massive erection, the tip gleaming with pre-cum already.