Shattered Dreams (Boys of Bellerose, #3)(69)
“See you tomorrow, amore mio,” Angelo said against my lips, and at least it appeared to be painful for him to leave as well, if the tense cut of his muscles under my hands was any indication. “Sweet dreams.”
He moved away quickly, and I groaned. “Bastard,” I muttered, and I got the pleasure of hearing his fucking laugh all the way down the hall until he made it into the elevator to go to his floor.
Slamming the room door open, I raced inside, hoping like hell that Rhett was sprawled out on the bed, ready and waiting. My high sex drive was perfectly designed for multiple men, and lucky me, I just happened to be dating more than one gorgeous, sexy rock star.
Of course, the room was empty, and when I checked my phone—which had been on silent for most of the date—it was to find a text that he was heading out for some food at one of the restaurants that they’d rented out for the band and crew. He’d left an open invite for me to join them, but in my current state, it probably wasn’t the best idea.
Wandering from the hotel room, I tried Jace’s door on a whim. No doubt he’d gone to the restaurant too, but curiosity had me checking. He had no issue using me for casual sex, so why couldn’t I do the same to him?
To my surprise, the door swung open, and he stood there in just a pair of soft basketball shorts, no fucking shirt, ink and muscles on display. He had a guitar in his hand, and it was clear I’d interrupted some music making.
The room behind looked empty, too, and I wasn’t going to examine how relieved I felt to see him alone. “Rose?” he said, quirking an eyebrow. “Didn’t expect to see you clothed and not wrapped around Angelo’s tiny dick.”
Only the smallest bite was in his tone, and for us, that was practically a pleasant start to the conversation.
“He’s acting like a gentleman,” I said sourly. “Something about doing this the right way this time, going on dates and getting to know each other as adults.”
Jace’s lips twitched, but he managed not to laugh. “Does he remember you at all? Our girl likes to be fucked on the regular, and you were never good at denial. Edging was basically like torture.”
Yeah, facts were facts. “Firstly, please don’t make me sound like an addict, I just have a healthy appetite for dick. And secondly, I don’t remember you ever saying no.” My tone was dry. “I mean, your dick went hard when a breeze blew in its direction. Angelo’s too. I was the one who had to keep up with two horny teenage boys.”
“Which you managed quite nicely,” Jace said with a shrug.
Fucker. “I did, but since then I’ve gone years without a regular hookup. Angelo won’t break me by dragging this out. I can hold out too.”
“Then why are you here?” Jace shot back. “With those diluted pupils and flushed cheeks? I know that look, sweetheart, and let me tell you… no.”
Not going to lie, I was floored. Even though we hated each other, Jace was always down to fuck. But he’d just rejected me too, and without the romantic gesture and explanation behind it that Angelo had attempted.
“No?” I repeated. “From what I’ve heard, you’ve literally fucked walking silicon dolls, and you’re telling me no?”
I mean, I hadn’t actually asked the question, but… whatever.
Jace pushed himself from the doorframe and stepped into my personal space. The guitar was between us, but I could still feel that electric energy from his body. “We have some shit to work out, Rose. We can’t keep hate-fucking and then find a moment of peace and then hate each other again. This cycle has to end. I’m choosing to end it now.”
I almost stumbled back, but his hand shot out and caught me before I could fall. “You’re done?” I whispered. “Done with us?”
His grip on me tightened momentarily, and the intensity of his blue eyes held me motionless as his jaw worked angrily. “Never, Rose! Never fucking done. But we’re going to do things differently from now on too.”
He released me then, and before I could pull myself together and say anything else, he stepped back into his room and firmly closed the door. It wasn’t a slam, but the move made it perfectly clear that he was done for the night.
Done with me for the night, to be accurate. But not forever, and that allowed me to breathe deeply once more.
But seriously, who were these motherfucking assholes who thought they could get me all hot and bothered and then deny me in their stupid need to do things differently?
By the time I’d ranted and raved my way into my empty hotel room, I’d worked off some of the steam, and a long hot shower was calling my name. After shooting off a text to Rhett telling him I wouldn’t make it to the restaurant, I slunk into the luxurious shower stall and let the water beat over me. After some time, my hand slid down my stomach, then lower until my fingers pressed to my aching clit.
The shower relaxed some parts of me, but others would not be eased without a little extra assistance.
It took me only a few minutes to come, Angelo’s and Jace’s faces in my mind as I muffled my moans against my free hand. It had been a long time since they’d shared my body, but I remembered it like it was yesterday and I wanted new memories. If we were doing things differently now—with some of my horniness eased, I could appreciate their gestures a touch more—maybe this time we could find true happiness.