Shattered Dreams (Boys of Bellerose, #3)(36)

His strangled groan sent shivers through my body, but somehow we both managed to leave the moment with just a brief kiss, and then he was off to shower. I left him to it, knowing that I shouldn’t interrupt their practice time. It was important that this international tour went well, and knowing Angel would be stepping up on stage with them had me breathless to witness it.

My past and my present would collide in ways I’d never expected.

When Rhett emerged, he was, sadly, dressed, covering up all those glorious tattoos and piercings. It did make resisting him a little easier though, and fucking hell, I should be satisfied after last night. But if anything, all the sex and orgasms just had me wanting more. What we’d done together had destroyed me in ways that felt almost new. With Jace and Angelo… we’d been teenagers fumbling around with our sexuality. Rhett and Gray were far from inexperienced teens, that was for fucking sure.

“Are you showering now?” Rhett asked me, perching on the side of the bed. “Or sleeping in?”

I already knew my body was far too worked up to sleep, so I pushed myself up to a sitting position. “Shower, definitely.” I shot him a slow smile. “So you know where I’ll be if you get lonely.”

Rhett shook his head, looking like he was about to strip his clothes off in the next second. “You tempt me like no other. I might just come looking for you, Thorn, so be fucking ready.”

Dropping my legs off the bed and standing tall, I swayed my hips as I strolled toward the bathroom. “I’m always ready, Zep,” I shot back over my shoulder. “Always.”

The damp heat on my inner thighs could attest to that, and since the boys had come on my chest last night, there was only one explanation for me being so wet still. I was ready for round two.

Or was it three? I mean, it was round seven for orgasms…

Whatever.

Rhett’s groaning laughter followed me into the bathroom, and when I closed the door, I could still hear him for a few seconds before the sound faded. Seemed he was going to be the good boy today and go out to get some practice in. Probably for the best. Last thing I needed was Angelo barging in here and dragging him out by his mohawk.

Adjusting the water to the near scalding temperatures I enjoyed for my morning showers, I stepped under the stream and closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of water running over me. I’d wash myself soon, but this was my favorite part of a shower, when I just took a second to exist.

I lost myself in the moment, and it was only when a small blast of cool air hit my ass that I realized I wasn’t alone in here any longer.

Okay then, maybe Rhett wasn’t going to be a good boy after all.

“Thought you needed to practice,” I murmured, about to turn, but his strong grip on my hips kept me from shifting. Rhett pushed me forward to the tiles, and I was splayed against the hard surface in the next second. “Fuck,” I groaned, rocking back against the hard length that was pressing against my ass.

“All fucking night,” a low voice snarled. A low, familiar voice that was definitely not Rhett’s.

What the actual shit? That motherfucker.

This time I bucked harder, but it wasn’t with the same intentions as before. Jace kept me pinned with his bulk, the hot water beating down on both of us.

“All fucking night you screamed for them,” he snarled, leaning down near my ear. “Just like you used to for me and Angel. That was our role in your life, not Rhett and Grayson’s.”

His fingers were tracing across the curve of my ass, and I was near sobbing—not from fear or worry but from the feel of his touch once more. As his fingers slipped down my ass crack, he curled them so they slid up into my cunt, stroking me in harsh movements. “What did I warn you about letting others touch what’s mine.”

“Fuck,” I choked out, the water blinding me and filling my mouth and nose. “I’m not yours, asshole.”

His fingers stroked deeper, and my entire body trembled. “One part of you is lying,” Jace said with a dark chuckle. "Your mouth or your cunt?"

The trembling increased, and I was about to come against my will—traitorous body—when Jace slowed his strokes. “Oh no, baby. You don’t get to come yet. You get to suffer like I have for the past twelve hours.”

“It wasn’t twelve hours,” I spluttered. “Like, one, tops.”

He scoffed. “One last night and the night before and the time you disappeared with Grayson. There have been so many one fucking hours that I’m not sure you can suffer enough just in this shower. I think you need nights of suffering.”

“I had fucking years,” I shot back with a sad sob. “Years.”

Jace paused, some of the pressure against my back easing. I managed to spin in his hold, wanting to face him, even though I knew it was a terrible-as-fuck idea to stare at his face, not when I needed to resist his thrall.

“We lost years because of you, Bellerose,” he shot back at me. “We lost time and a baby and a true fucking love. All because you were a coward.”

In some ways he was right, and I just didn’t have the energy to argue with him any longer.

“I’m sorry, Jace,” I said softly. Knowing it was a mistake to touch him, but needing to anyway, I put my hand on his chest. “I made a bad choice, and I’ve regretted and paid for it for eight fucked-up years. Can we please let it go, just for now? I’m not going anywhere.”