Shattered Dreams (Boys of Bellerose, #3)(56)

“Jace, don’t—” My protest cut into a gasp as his mouth slammed into mine. It wasn’t what I’d intended when I grabbed him, but I also wasn’t pushing him away. Not by a long shot. My back arched as his tongue dove into my mouth, like my body was actively trying to melt into him. But Jace kept his hands gripping the elevator rails on either side of my waist like he didn’t trust what he’d do if more than his lips touched me.

It was infuriating.

“Jace…” This time I said his voice with a moan, and his control snapped. His hands gripped my waist, boosting me up until my butt rested on the corner of the handrails, bringing me up to his height for kissing.

I hooked a leg around him, pulling him closer, then gave a breathy gasp as his hardness ground against my core. He was already so turned on, and after everything he’d just said, after all the vulnerability he’d just exposed, my better judgment flew right out the window.

“Dammit, Rose,” he groaned against my lips, his body rocking against me like he wanted to make me come through our clothes. “We can’t keep doing this. I want to fuck you so bad. Right here.”

I licked his lips, then kissed him to reel him back in. “Do it,” I whispered when we both separated for air. “Fuck me, Jace. I want to feel you inside me again.” To encourage him, I quickly tugged his belt open and popped the button on his jeans. Fuck good judgement, I wanted my Jace back.

“Shit,” he breathed, “I never could say no to you.”

He slid his hands beneath my dress, hitching it up over my hips as I palmed his cock. With frantic motions, Jace tugged the crotch of my panties aside and plunged his fingers inside me, pumping them a few times as he locked his lips back on mine. He kissed me deep, his tongue matching the pace of his hand, then tugged my lower lip with his teeth as I groaned my encouragement.

A moment later he switched his fingers for his cock, not even bothering to take my underwear off. He just held the lace aside as he pushed in, and my whole body shivered with ecstasy.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped as he filled me with his dick. “Jace, you feel so good.”

He pulled out slightly, then thrust back in hard enough to make me cry out. “Because, Rose, this pussy was made for me. Remember our first time?”

Christ. How could I forget? We’d been dumb kids, messing around with shit we didn’t understand… like love and forever. But somehow, Jace had made it magical. It was the kind of shit I could never forget, no matter how much bad blood passed between us.

Moaning, I pushed his t-shirt up, revealing those washboard abs that had been on way too many billboards. I wanted more. I wanted him naked, in bed, all mine. But right now, I’d settle for what I could get. Not that it was a hardship.

“Maybe this needs to be my new plan,” he grunted as he fucking railed me against the corner of the elevator. His teeth brushed over the delicate skin of my neck like he was considering ripping my throat out. “Fuck you so good you can’t remember all the cruel shit I’ve said. Make you come so hard and so often all you think when you hear my name is how good I make you feel.”

That sounded like a great plan. Foolproof. I liked the new plan.

“Rose, fuck…” Jace grabbed my ass with his huge hands, pulling me tighter against him and fucking me deeper.

The pleasure that had been curling through me from the moment we started kissing ramped up, the intensity so much it was making me dizzy. “Jace, I’m gonna come already,” I gasped. “If your intent is to punish me, now’s the time to walk away.”

Please don’t. Please, please, stop turning your back on me. Just let us start to heal. One orgasm at a time.

As if he could read my mind, he brushed a soft kiss over my lips as one of his hands drifted to my neck and held my jaw. “I’m done with that, Billie. You don’t deserve punishment. Not from me. Not ever. All I can do now is apologize.”

If his version of an apology was mind-blowing sex and an earth-shattering climax… he was doing a damn good job of it. I shattered to pieces a moment later, crying out against his kisses and thrashing in his arms. My orgasm triggered him, and with a few exasperated curses, he came a second later, his cock twitching inside me as he pumped me full of his release.

For a moment, we just stayed as we were, him buried deep inside me, my legs around his waist, and our foreheads resting on one another's shoulder as we gasped for breath. Then static crackled through the elevator car just a split second before a ding sounded from the speaker.

“Um, this is Joran from hotel security. We notice the elevator hasn’t moved in quite some time. Is everything okay in there?”

My face flushed with heat, panic gripping my lungs as I pushed Jace away. As smoothly as possible, I tugged my panties and dress back into place as I slid to the floor.

Jace frowned at me while casually buckling his jeans. “Yeah, fine,” he drawled, trying to catch my eye. I was mortified, though. It was pretty fucking obvious that Joran from hotel security knew exactly what had just gone down in here. A suspicion that was confirmed when I spotted a security camera in the corner opposite us with a green LED light on.

First I kiss Angelo and Rhett in a packed night club, and now I’m caught fucking Jace in the hotel elevator? They weren’t the Boys of Bellerose, I was the Whore of Bellerose. Fucking hell, what had I been thinking?