Shattered Dreams (Boys of Bellerose, #3)(73)

Oh Christ, that mental image did filthy things to me. “Dammit, Zep,” I groaned, then took another mouthful of pillow as my inner walls tightened up and my orgasm started to crest.

With the most infuriating timing, someone pounded on the bedroom door, and Rhett paused, which in turn scared my orgasm off like a timid mouse.

“What?” Rhett snapped, glancing over his shoulder at the door.

“We need to talk,” Jace replied, sounding vexed. Good. Fuck him for turning me down. It was all well and good for him to work out his frustration with quick hate fucks, but when I need the release, it was all “No, Rose. Not like this.” Bastard.

Rhett grunted, giving me a little thrust that made me squeak. “Kinda busy. Come back later.”

“Now, Rhett,” Jace replied. “It’s urgent.” Then, because he was an arrogant prick, he just opened the door and let himself inside without waiting for a reply. “Oh.”

I gave a strangled giggle because I was face down, ass up with Rhett on his knees behind me, dick and fingers deep in my body.

“Rude,” Rhett muttered, his hips starting to move again. “Just keep your mouth shut for a minute, dickhead. She was right about to come again.”

True. I really had been. Wait, were we just going to carry on while he watched? Apparently, yes. Rhett shrugged Jace’s presence off and went right back to fucking me as though we hadn’t been interrupted.

The added element of Jace watching us was too good to deny, and it barely took any time at all before my orgasm came rushing back out, and I screamed into the pillow as the intense, bone-shaking pleasure rippled through me and Rhett emptied himself deep inside my cunt.

“Nice,” Rhett said, giving my ass a pat before I collapsed in a heap beneath him. “Oh shit, I didn’t even hear you come in, Gray.”

I froze. Gray was here too? Shit. It was one thing to rub Jace’s face in it—he deserved it—but Gray and I were still on such rocky ground that I instantly felt awful. In a flap of motion, I wrapped myself up in the sheet as though I could somehow disappear entirely.

“Why are you covered in blood, bro?” Rhett asked.

“What?!” My panicked yelp was more of a shriek than intended, and then, of course, I couldn’t find my way gracefully out of the sheets I’d just tangled myself in and had to squirm around a moment before finally freeing my face. Sure enough, Grayson was ashen-faced and shirtless, a wad of fabric pressed to his side and blood covering his hand.

“Because I got shot. But I’m fine,” he grunted, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe. “This isn’t that urgent.”

“Grayson, you’ve been shot!” I yelled, gesturing wildly from inside my sheet burrito. “Why are you here and not at the hospital? You need a doctor! You need to—”

“I’m fine,” he growled with more determination. “Rhett can stitch me up while you get dressed, Prickles. Just… take a breath.” His brow dipped like he was worried about me. He was worried about me, yet he was the one who’d been fucking shot!

Rhett had already pulled on a pair of pants, and Jace was calling the hotel concierge for a medical kit, and I released my grip on the sheet burrito while I sat there on the edge of the bed staring at Grayson with tears in my eyes.

“Prickles. I’m okay.” He said it softer this time, like he knew I was about to have a mental breakdown. I was still so mad at him, so conflicted and hurt about the part he’d played in my parent’s deaths—and Penelope’s—but the idea of him being hurt or worse made me distraught.

He shouldn’t be comforting me, though. He was the one bleeding out after having probably just seen me coming all over his best friend’s dick. I needed to pull myself together and get some perspective.

“Do I have a minute to take a shower?” I croaked, wetting my lips to keep from crying.

Gray met my eyes, his gaze full of concern. He nodded. “Of course. Take as long as you need.”

Choked up, I scurried my sheet-covered ass into the attached bathroom and shut the door firmly behind me. Then I took a few deep breaths before turning on the shower. Call me crazy, but this didn’t feel like the right time to be chilling out with Rhett’s cum dripping out of my pussy. If it were just to antagonize Jace, different story. But when Gray was covered in blood, something serious was going on.

The hot water and soap also helped me pull my shit together so that I didn’t start sobbing like a little bitch, and when I stepped out squeaky clean, I felt stronger. Calmer. Rhett had delivered some clean clothes for me while I showered, and I dressed quickly to rejoin the guys in the bedroom I had shared with Rhett.

Gray was stretched out on the bed facedown, while Rhett threaded what looked like fishing line through his flesh.

I gagged a little at the sight of it all, and Gray turned his face to look my way.

“Sorry,” I muttered, wincing. “Sorry. That’s just… Rhett are you sure you should be doing that? Isn’t it better to call a doctor?”

“Yep,” Rhett replied, his eyes on the task at hand. “It would be better. But you try telling rocks-for-brains that.”

Grayson huffed. “It doesn’t require a doctor. I don’t need neat, tidy scars, and it’s not life threatening. Going to a hospital would be a waste of everyone’s time.”