Shattered Dreams (Boys of Bellerose, #3)(35)

“She’s close,” Gray commented, and I glanced up to see him just inches away with his cock in hand. He met my eyes and stroked his slick shaft slowly, teasingly. “Make her come, Silver, then pass her back.”

I couldn’t even argue with that. Rhett’s finger pumped in time with his dick, and a moment later I detonated. This time I saw stars and my legs went spaghetti weak. Not that anyone minded. With soft praises and sweet kisses, the guys rolled me onto my back, and Gray took up position between my legs once more.

“You guys are gonna kill me,” I moaned as he pushed his thickness back between my swollen folds. “Death by orgasm.”

“Worse ways to go,” Rhett chuckled, setting up residence right beside my head while Gray hitched my legs around his waist.

I grinned a loopy, delirious grin. “True.” Then I leaned over and took Rhett in my mouth while Gray set about proving a point by making me come again. Was that even possible? Surely not.

Somehow, the two of them proved that not only was it possible, but that I was capable of even more before they each reached the end of their self-control. My dirty mouth was back in force, and I begged them to come on my tits at the same time—something they were both too damn happy to oblige me in.

Eventually, we all collapsed in a sticky, sweaty, boneless heap on the bed. Our heavy breathing echoed through the room, and I couldn’t remember ever being so fucking satisfied in my life. Sharing was definitely my biggest kink.

“Dammit,” I whispered after I’d regained my breath.

“What?” Rhett mumbled, cracking one eyelid to frown his confusion.

I shot him a mischievous smile back. “You never fucked my ass.”

Gray made a noise that sounded like he’d just choked, and Rhett’s shoulder shook with laughter.

“Next time, babe,” Rhett promised, leaning over to press a sweet kiss on my lips. “With lube. I promise. Me, not Gray. He’d cause the kind of damage that’d ruin all our days.”

Gray just grunted in agreement. “True. You can warm her up for me on your pencil dick, Silver.”

I scoffed because that was far from accurate, and Rhett reached over me to swat Gray’s bare ass. Damn… was I into that? Yes.

The bed shook with Gray’s silent laughter, but Rhett ignored him as he snuggled me into his arms, not even flinching at the mess still coating my chest. He just nuzzled his face into my hair, sighing like he was blissfully happy. Like I was.

“You’re incredible, Billie Bellerose,” he whispered.

I sighed with contentment. “I love how you guys say my name,” I admitted. “Like it’s more than a name. Like it's a prayer.” I paused, thinking on that, then chuckled. “Good thing I got my Dad’s surname. It just wouldn’t sound the same if I were Billie Pionka.”

“What?” Grayson asked, raising his head up to peer at me.

I yawned heavily, drugged out on way too many orgasms. “Mm-hmm, that was my mom’s surname. Pionka. Mareika Pionka. Bellerose is a way better rock name, though.”

Rhett hummed a soothing tune under his breath, kissing my neck softly. “I don’t care what your name is so long as you’ll always be mine.”

Happy tears pricked at my eyes, and I closed them to hold back any crying. I couldn’t think of anywhere I’d rather be than curled up in the warmth of Rhett’s and Grayson’s love. Sleep came fast and easy, and for once my dreams didn’t shatter into nightmares.





fifteen





BILLIE


In that moment between sleep and awake, I anticipated how glorious it was going to feel to be snuggled between two rock stars. My rock stars.

Rhett and Gray had absolutely destroyed my body last night, and the restful sleep after was exactly what I’d needed to wake refreshed and ready to deal with whatever bullshit was going to come at us today. Because we all knew there was going to be all the bullshit.

When I got my eyes open though, it was to find that Grayson was gone, his side of the bed cold and clearly abandoned for most of the night. Rhett was still wrapped around me, and I tried not to feel weird about Gray bailing during the night. Maybe it had been a little squishy in here with the three of us and his giant-ass body.

The boys had king-size beds, but we might need to invest in something a little more… custom.

“Morning, baby,” Rhett said sleepily, dragging me closer and pressing his lips to the side of my neck. My eyes closed briefly as I enjoyed the snuggle, but a second later there was a bang on the door, and to both of our surprises, it was Angelo who called out.

“We have an early morning practice, Silver. You need to get out here.”

Rhett’s response was to groan, but he didn’t shout back like he might have with Jace. “Be right out,” he rasped, pressing his lips to my throat once more and casually kissing a path down to my collarbone and the swell of my tits. Angelo must have left because there was no more knocking, and I had just reached out to run my hands across Rhett’s chest when he pulled himself up, his sleepy gaze meeting mine. “Unfortunately, they’re right. If we have to go on tour with a new bassist, we need to utilize every second of practice. But I will be back for you later, Billie Bellerose.”

I laughed, stretching myself in the bed so my tits popped up in a perfect teasing pose. “I’ll be here waiting for you, Rhett Silver.”