“What the fuck, Jace?” she panted, her face twisted into bewilderment.
Another fucking act. Nothing about Billie Bellerose was real; it was all just fake.
Instead of explaining myself, I just grabbed her again, crushing my mouth back to hers and tasting the tang of blood. She fell backwards, and I went with the motion, pinning her to the grass with my body as I circled her wrists with my fingers.
“Jace,” she protested, turning her head to the side. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
I needed to swallow back the urge to scream, I was so mad. “You are, Billie Bellerose,” I snarled, my lips against her ear. “You’re what’s wrong with me. With all of us. I thought I hated you before, but that had nothing on what I feel now. Right when I started to care about your safety, you reveal that it was all a ruse. You need help, Billie.”
She swallowed audibly, her head twisting so she could meet my eyes. “You hate me, Jace?”
I studied her cold, closed-off expression for a moment. “With every fiber of my being,” I whispered back, my voice like venom.
Her lips curled in a sneer, her eyes flashing. “Oh yeah? Then why is your dick so hard right now? I can feel how much you still want to fuck me, Jace. I bet you were watching from the shadows when Rhett kissed me earlier, too.”
I had been. I’d been watching, dick hard, waiting for them to take things further.
“Just because my dick is hard now doesn’t mean I feel anything but hatred and disgust for you,” I growled, forcing myself to sit up and create space between us. She was flat on her back, her blonde hair messy around her head and her perfect tits on full display. Fuck. “Believe me, Billie, the moment I tried to fuck you, my dick would go so soft it’d be like trying to shove a noodle into a keyhole.”
She scoffed a laugh, making no attempt to get up from where she lay. I still straddled her waist. It’d be so easy…
“You think I’m the liar, Jace? You’re so full of shit you’re basically choking on it. Go on then, you hate me that much? Prove it.”
My brows shot up, and I stilled. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me, rock star. Prove it. Try to fuck me; see what happens.”
I swallowed hard. “What? I’m not going to—”
“Because you’re scared,” she taunted, scoffing up at me. “You’re scared that if you fuck me, you’ll have to face up to the fact that you don’t hate me and probably never did. You’d have to admit that even after all this time, you’re still in love with me. Isn’t that right?”
My mouth was dry, my palms sweaty, and my pulse racing harder than if I’d been running sprints. “I don’t need to fuck you to know that’s not true, Billie. You’re just easy pussy, nothing more.”
“Then what are you scared of, Jace? Put your dick inside me. Prove there’s nothing left between us.” She locked eyes with me, dead serious and unblinking.
I shook my head, shifting back off her legs to let her go. “This is stupid. You think you can bait me into doing something stupid? You’re even dumber than you look.” Christ, I wanted nothing more than to shut her up by making her scream. And yeah, I was fucking aware that made no sense.
She gave a low, mocking chuckle as she wiggled away. “That’s what I thought,” she sneered, rolling over and pushing up on her hands and knees. “Angelo would have taken that offer without a moment’s hesitation.”
That was where my control snapped.
twenty-one
BILLIE
It was a low blow and I damn well knew it, but I couldn’t seem to stop the words spilling out of my mouth. I wanted nothing more than to see Jace crack, to make him lose control and give in to what we both still wanted so badly. So I played dirty, throwing out that comparison to Angelo as I pushed up off the ground.
No sooner had I reached all fours than Jace’s hand snatched up a handful of my hair, pushing my face back into the grass as he ripped my pajama pants down.
I gasped, rocking back as his fingers plunged inside my cunt, filling me up as he held me firm.
“Is that what you fucking wanted, Rose?” he snarled, pumping those fingers with fury and sending intoxicating waves of pleasure right through my body. “Are you satisfied now?”
My cheek in the grass, I moaned. “No. Not even close.”
Jace breathed a curse, his hand leaving my hair for just a moment as he tugged his own shorts down. “Tell me to stop, Billie.”
Not a chance in hell.
“Fuck you, Jace,” I said instead, clenching my inner walls around his pumping fingers. “You aren’t man enough to fuck me properly. You limp-dicked, spineless piece of—Oh!”
His thick cock replaced his fingers in the blink of an eye and nearly made me scream at that first thrust. Holy hell, I’d forgotten…
“What was that?” he taunted back, pushing in deeper as I thrashed beneath him. His hands found my hips, holding me tight as he seated his dick entirely. “You were saying something, Billie.”
A breathy moan escaped me as he pulled out and thrust back in hard. “Y-yeah,” I gasped. “Fuck you, Adams.”
He chuckled, and it was one of the single sexiest sounds on this earth. “No, see, that’s where you’re wrong,” he informed me, thrusting hard enough to make my knees scrape in the dirt as I grabbed handfuls of grass. “I’m fucking you, and guess what?”
Holy gods of orgasms, had Jace always been like this in bed? Or was this a new skill he’d picked up since becoming a rock star? I was starting to understand the Jace-hype and all the one-night stands. My head was crackling with an overload of endorphins like I’d snorted Pop Rocks, and it was all too hard to maintain our verbal sparring when I was so damn close to coming.
His hand smacked my ass.
“Ow!” I yelped.
“I said, guess what?”
Oh, that was right. I swallowed hard, trying to catch my breath—and my wits—while he pounded my cunt doggy style in the grass. “What, dickhead?”
He laughed again, and my pussy clenched up tight around his shaft. “I’m fucking you, Billie Bellerose,” he growled, then bent over me as his hips continued to piston, putting his lips right near my ear, “and I still fucking hate you.”
An overwhelming rush of emotions clouded my head, but then my orgasm took control. My muscles tensed, and the euphoria unraveled inside my lower belly, making me cry out in undeniable pleasure. Stars lit up in my vision, and my hearing dipped out momentarily as Jace chased his own release, coming inside me with several brutal thrusts as his fingers bit deeply into my slim hips.
“I hate you, too,” I croaked as soon as I caught my breath. “Never fucking touch me again, or I’ll cut your cock off and make you choke on it.”
It took more effort than I liked to admit to move off the dick in question, and I scrambled to pull my pants back up. Instantly the emptiness between my legs made my breath catch, but I steeled my spine and retraced my steps to find my shirt. I left the prosthetic belly where it was, not caring enough to maintain the ruse anymore. At least the sex had warmed me up, since it was blistering cold and I’d been suffering before Jace decided to fuck me.