Zane (Alluring Indulgence) (25 page)

Beau
had grabbed the back of her head, somewhere along the way, pulling out of her
mouth long enough to ensure she didn’t bite down on him, but now he was
resuming his position, pulling her mouth closer to his cock. V licked him like
a lollipop from root to tip, then back down, using her tongue to lave his balls
before continuing. The way he growled deep in his chest had her body starting
another slow preheat after the tremendous orgasm she’d just endured.

Zane
maneuvered out from underneath her, and she could feel his body behind her. She
couldn’t see him, and she didn’t bother to try. She kept her focus on Beau and
the slight tingle of pain that penetrated her scalp from the hold he had on her
hair. She wasn’t sure why it was, but she liked the way Zane looped his fist in
her hair, pulling it tightly and controlling her movements. When Beau did it,
she experienced the same excitement burn through her.

Beau
stepped back unhurriedly, a firm grip on her hair as he pulled his cock out of
her reach. “Not yet, honey. It’s not my turn yet.”

V
let her body rest against the mattress, taking the opportunity to relax while
she had the chance. These two men had the ability to shake her to her very core,
and this time was no different. She was forced to move when Beau joined her on
the bed, propping himself up against the headboard similar to the last time,
except he didn’t lie down. Placing pillows behind his back, he propped himself
up in a sitting position, all while keeping his eyes on her.

“Come
here,” he said, his tone mixed with the lust she felt lingering like a low
hanging cloud all around her.

As
if her body knew exactly what was about to happen, V pushed up, finding more
energy than she thought she had, crawling over Beau’s legs until she was
straddling his hips. His attention was diverted to the small foil packet that
was tossed his direction, obviously by Zane.

Beau
made quick work of sliding on the condom and V was worried he might ask for her
help. She’d never done that before. Not that she wasn’t willing to try, but she
was beginning to feel her nerves once again, so she was grateful for the
reprieve. Once he sheathed himself, Beau pulled her down on top of him,
planting his lips on hers. V allowed herself to get lost in Beau’s kiss,
mentally comparing the differences between him and Zane.

Beau’s
kisses were soothing, yet animalistic, his mouth pliant, yet firm. He knew how
to control her reaction with just his mouth, and V welcomed the distraction,
especially when she felt the mattress dip from Zane’s weight and the feel of
his hands on her ass. He grabbed her hips forcefully, but he didn’t hurt her
and he didn’t move her. It was enough that she could detect his need, which in
turn ratcheted up her own. She wanted to be filled by them. The memory from
that last night was still fresh on her mind, and she could still remember the rapture
that they forced upon her.

Beau
cupped her face, pulling her back before biting her lip roughly. “Sit on my
cock, V,” he growled and the temperate, gentle man from only seconds before
disappeared right before her eyes, replaced by the dominant male that not many
knew Beau to be. It was clear that he took the backseat to Zane when the three
of them were together, and she figured that was because it was her. She didn’t
have the same feelings for Beau. At least not the same way she felt for Zane.
She hungered for him, was attracted to him, but in a purely physical sense.

V
eased up Beau’s body when he pulled her closer, his mouth latching onto her breast
and suckling so hard that pain darted straight to her clit, and she cried out.
It was a heady mixture, and in the end, the tingle of his tongue lashing her
nipple won out.

Gripping
his cock, she impaled herself on him in order to focus on something other than
the intensity of his mouth on her other breast where he continued to torment
her with his teeth and tongue while his free hand squeezed and kneaded her
other sensitive breast.

“Oh,
God!” V screamed from the intrusion. Beau was big, and he filled her fully, her
body working double time to accommodate him, her muscles relaxing slightly
around the girth now filling her.

“So
fucking tight,” Beau barked, holding her hips before driving up into her hard.
“You’re so fucking tight.”

He
sounded as though he was in pain, but he continued to pull out and then thrust
up into her. Slowly. He wasn’t rushing things, and there was no way he was
going to make her come because he paused over and over, but the friction caused
by his thick, hard cock had her eyes crossing.

Then
something cool ran down the crack of her ass and V had to fight the urge to
panic. She remembered the initial bite of pain from the last time, and so far,
Zane hadn’t even used his fingers. She was beginning to wonder whether he was
just going to ram his cock into her ass and she knew there was no way she could
take him like that.

“Trust
us, V,” Beau whispered, cupping her head and forcing her to look at him. “He’d
never hurt you.”

V
stared back at Beau, wondering why he felt the need to reassure her. Surely she
hadn’t said anything out loud. Then she heard the whimper, and she knew it was
coming from her.

“You’ve
got such a pretty ass, baby,” Zane’s deep voice rumbled through the room, rough
and gravelly from his arousal.

He’d
been quieter this time, and maybe that’s what was causing V to panic. After the
other night, when Beau had gone down on him, V had wondered whether these
interludes would cease to exist altogether. She knew he had enjoyed it, but
she’d also known he wasn’t interested in Beau that way. Maybe he was nervous
that they would take that direction again.

V
bit her lip from the sensation when Zane thrust his finger in her ass while
Beau was filling her. Although Beau wasn’t moving, she felt the need to move
this along. For some reason, she was beginning to feel disconnected from Zane,
and it wasn’t something she was comfortable with. Being close to Beau wasn’t a
problem, but not being able to see Zane was taking its toll on her excitement.

Grinding
her hips hard, she managed to increase the friction of Beau inside of her,
making him groan.

“Fuck
me,” she pleaded. “Fuck me now. I don’t want to think anymore.”

Suddenly
V was pulled away from Beau, dislodging him from inside of her. Zane was
underneath her, holding her head so she looked him square in the face. He
looked pissed, but he wasn’t hurting her. With practiced ease, Zane slid his
unsheathed cock inside of her and V moaned at the intrusion. He was familiar,
warm and familiar, and she found she needed that right then.

No
matter how tantalizing the moment was, no matter how much she was willing to give
herself over to both of these men for the sexual satisfaction only, she still
found that she needed more from Zane. Being face to face with him eased
something deep inside of her. The way he held her face, making sure she didn’t turn
away as he slowly pumped his cock into her, had V on the edge again.

“Mine,
V,” he whispered, glancing down at her mouth. “Only mine.”

V
felt the tip of Beau’s finger against her ass, pushing in slowly, gently at
first, then faster as Zane continued to hold her against him, staring back at
her with such intensity, she couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking.

“You
belong to me; I don’t ever want you to forget that.”

It
sounded like a warning and instinct had her nodding her head in agreement
moments before Zane’s mouth was pressed against hers, his tongue delving deep
and taking her mind off everything except for the feel of his hard body beneath
her. Beau continued to drive her utterly crazy with his fingers, and then he
pulled out, replacing his fingers with the head of his cock.

With
the way Zane was kissing her, there was no chance for her to think about what
was happening. Only to feel. Zane broke the kiss, his eyes closing as the
pressure intensified in her ass until she knew Beau was balls deep inside of
her. She felt incredibly full. She couldn’t help but wonder what it felt like
to the two of them.

“Fuck
me, Zane,” she whispered, begging him to give her what she needed.

“My
pleasure.” He began pumping his hips, finding a perfect rhythm with Beau until
she was sweating, another mind blowing orgasm building until she had to closer
her eyes. Bright flashes of light sparked and fizzed behind her closed eyelids
as the intensity of their movements increased until they were slamming into her
over and over, one of them pulling out while the other drove inside of her
until V’s entire body shattered, overwhelmed by mind numbing bliss.

“Fuck!”
Beau groaned, slamming into her one last time before remaining still, only for
Zane to pump his hips twice more, pulling her head down so his mouth was
against her ear.

“Mine.”

With
the word reverberating like the echo in a deep canyon, V gave herself over to
sleep.    

♂♀

The
following morning, after V headed out with Zoey to handle one of their rare
Sunday morning client’s houses, Zane went home, showered, and then headed
straight for the gym. He had a PT appointment on Monday afternoon, and he
wanted to try to get in a couple of workouts before then. He needed to get his
strength and his weight back, especially considering what had happened the
night before.

And
he wasn’t talking about the incredible sex with V.

No,
unfortunately, someone else had made sure to ruin the night for him. After she
had fallen asleep, Zane had walked Beau out, waited until he drove off, and
then locked the door behind him. He checked the other windows and doors before
climbing into bed and snuggling close to V. Sometime around two o’clock in the
morning he’d awoken, startled by a noise. Whatever it was hadn’t woken V, so he
climbed out of bed, slid on his jeans and went to check the house. Sure as
shit, some motherfucker had thrown a brick through her living room window.

It
took him all of thirty minutes to get the mess cleaned up, all the while hoping
like hell V didn’t wake up to find what had happened. As soon as dawn broke, he
called Kaleb, asking that he send someone over to replace the window that
morning while V was at work. As far as Zane knew, it’d already been done.

He
was hoping not to have to tell her what happened, at least not yet. Since he
wasn’t about to let her stay at her house alone again, he figured he might have
to tell her because convincing her to stay with him wasn’t going to be as easy
as he hoped. Nothing with V ever proved to be easy.

Managing
an hour on the treadmill at a much slower pace than he was used to prior to the
assault, Zane knocked out a mild upper body workout before returning to his
house for another shower. With that complete, he texted Sawyer, Kaleb and
Travis and asked them to meet him at the construction office.

When
he walked in, he found his three oldest brothers already there, as was Gage
Matthews. Travis and Sawyer were engrossed in something on their respective
computers while Gage and Kaleb were talking.

“What
the fuck is going on?” Travis spouted the question as soon as Zane stepped foot
through the door.

“Well,
good morning to you too,” Zane snapped, turning to the refrigerator and
grabbing a bottle of water before taking a seat in the small office.

He
wasn’t quite sure what he wanted to talk to them about, but he knew after what
happened the night before that they were all going to have to be on the lookout
for Jake Sanders, or one of his punk ass buddies. It was evident from recent
events that the man was no longer hiding. There was no doubt in his mind who
had thrown that fucking brick and if he caught him, there was going to be hell
to pay.

“The
window was fixed, and I don’t think V knows anything. I didn’t say a word to
Zoey either, just in case,” Kaleb informed him when he closed the lid on his
laptop, turning his attention toward Zane.

Zane
listened to his brother, watching Gage in the process. The man seemed worked up
about something. Not nearly as laid back and easy going as he usually was.

“Know
who it was?” Sawyer asked.

“I’ve
got a good idea,” Zane said, glancing back and forth between his three brothers
and Gage.

“What
the fuck?” Travis was beginning to sound like a broken record. Zane could sense
his anger, and he couldn’t necessarily blame him. If Jake Sanders wanted to play
on an even keel, they’d have a chance, but since he liked to tip the scales in
his favor, and go after an unsuspecting woman, Zane wasn’t even sure where to
begin.

“No
one has seen him since the other night, right?” Gage asked Travis directly.

“No,”
Travis replied a little too quickly, glancing suspiciously over at Kaleb and
not looking directly at Gage. “I’ve got eyes and ears everywhere, and no one
has heard from him.” Travis sighed heavily, leaning back in his chair.

“I
read the messages he’s been sending V. She’s been ignoring him for the most
part, but they’re pretty nasty,” Zane told them.

“What’s
the sheriff doing about this?” Gage asked, and everyone looked over at Sawyer.