Zane (Alluring Indulgence) (6 page)

“Tell
me, V,” he growled as he nipped her shoulder, pulling the loose collar of her
sweater down as he went. She wanted him to rip her clothes from her body and
ravish her the way only Zane could.

“I’ve
missed this.” She managed to say the words, trying hard to sound normal and not
entirely out of her mind with desire. “But I don’t want strings, Zane. It can
only be sex.”

Zane’s
chuckle sent throbbing need directly to her clit. The deep, dark rumble of his
voice made her even crazier with lust. “If that’s what you want, then yes.”

Why
didn’t she believe him?

His
mouth began moving back up her shoulder, his hand sliding up to cup her head as
he lifted her face until their eyes met. “But until we decide otherwise I want
all of you. No holding back, V.”

She
wasn’t sure she could give all of herself because up to this point, she’d
already given him more than she should have. He was putting fissures in that
hard shell she’d wrapped around her heart, and she knew that any time spent
with him would only increase her chances of falling for him completely.

But
what else could she do? This was the only way to prove to herself that she
didn’t need him. Sex and love were two different things, and she feared she was
already beginning to confuse the two.

“All
right.” Before she was prepared for them, the words escaped. But once her acceptance
was out there, V realized there was no turning back.

Zane
pressed his mouth to hers forcefully, taking everything he wanted and giving back
tenfold. His tongue was cool, and he tasted like mint and man, and she couldn’t
help herself. V pulled his head closer to hers, tightening her fingers in his
hair as she tangled her tongue with his, licking him, tasting him, taking
everything he had to give her. His taste, the strength in his touch, the sleek texture
of his skin had her aching to be naked beneath him.

“I
need you, V. Right now,” Zane growled as he broke the kiss, his hand still
holding her face, his thumb brushing her cheek while the other lifted her leg
higher on his hip, his erection grinding between her thighs.

She
nodded, unable to speak.

Removing
her hands from around his neck, she hurriedly fumbled with the button on his
jeans, anxious to take what he was offering without having to think anymore.
She lowered the zipper and pushed the denim down just enough to free his thick,
heavy erection.

He
didn’t let her go, one hand still squeezing her leg, the other splayed across
her neck, the crook between his thumb and index finger tilting her head up so
she was forced to meet his gaze.

“Pull
your panties to the side,” he growled, piercing her with those glowing blue
gray eyes. He didn’t pull away; he shifted his hips back ever so slightly so
she had room to maneuver.

Unable
to refuse him or herself any longer because her body remembered what this felt
like, how he overwhelmed her senses, how he pushed her higher than she’d ever
known before, V did as he instructed. She eased her panties out of the way,
using one hand to guide his thick cock to her entrance before he took over,
slamming inside of her.

“Oh,
fuck!” Eloquence wasn’t something either of them possessed when their bodies
came together like this. “Fuck me, Zane.”

Zane’s
hand disappeared from her skin, and then returned but this time much lower,
gripping her ass, lifting her until she had no choice but to wrap her legs around
him, his cock buried to the hilt, her body fighting to accommodate the sensual
intrusion. V fought to hang on. She was so close already; riding that fine,
thin, razor sharp edge that separated ethereal pleasure from mind numbing bliss.

When
he began thrusting forcefully, he used his body to support her against the
wall, one arm beneath her ass, the fingers of his other hand sliding into her
hair, pulling her head back so he could take her mouth. V was powerless against
the intensity of her desire for this man.

Zane
groaned as he separated their mouths, staring into her eyes, her soul. V could
feel him everywhere.

“Baby,
I’m not going to last. I need you to come for me. Fucking come around my cock.
I want to feel your pussy milk my cock while I come inside of you.”

That
was all it took.

Those
few words sent her body tumbling into chaos; her orgasm equivalent to C4,
exploding and leaving a crumbling mess as she held on to Zane with everything
she had. When his body stilled, the force of his release filling her, V’s world
tilted and exploded once more.

What
in the world had she just committed herself to?

♂♀

The
following morning, when Zane opened his eyes, he was greeted with the peaceful
silence of his own home. Another thing he realized he’d taken for granted.
After three months in the hospital, the consistent interruptions by nurses and
doctors, machines beeping, and people stopping by to visit, he welcomed the soothing
tranquility that answered.

The
only thing that could’ve been better... if V was sleeping next to him. She
refused though. After their brief, but explosive interlude, V had silently righted
her clothes, gave him that seductive little smirk he loved and then gracefully
walked out of his house.

That’s
what she always did. She didn’t sleep over, nor did she invite him to. Ever.

And
as many times as they’d been together, it was beginning to irritate the shit
out of him. But, Zane was pursuing her, and he knew if he pushed just a little
harder, she’d give in to him. Before long, he was going to push her past all of
the boundaries she had erected over the years. Spending the night with him soon
wouldn’t be an option for her.

Hell,
he’d tie her to the bed if he had to.

Hmmm...
He honestly liked the idea of tying her to his bed.

Reaching
beneath the blankets, Zane took his iron hard cock in his grip and began
stroking slowly. Closing his eyes, he pictured V lying on his bed, completely
naked... Well, maybe he’d let her leave her shoes on. The woman’s shoes were so
fucking sexy on her.

The
image of V in his mind became clearer. Her arms were stretched out above her
head, secured to his headboard while her legs were spread wide, ankles secured,
her slick, pink pussy open and inviting. The rhythm of his hand increased to match
his breathing as the pornographic visual played in his head. The woman was
pure, unadulterated sin as she lay sprawled out before him, her full, perfect
breasts tipped with sweet, dusky pink nipples. Those mile long legs, silky
smooth and her red tipped toes peeking out of those four inch heels.

Stroking
his dick faster, his fist gripping firmly, Zane gave his brain carte blanche to
fantasize. His breathing increased as he came closer to release, holding out
only long enough to savor the image of V spectacularly naked in his mind. He
could picture himself crawling between her splayed thighs, using his tongue to
tease the pretty pink folds of her pussy before sliding two fingers deep in her
cunt.

Fuck
.

Zane
came with a vengeance, his release startling him with its intensity. For three
months, he resisted the urge to jack off to thoughts of V, and their quickie
yesterday, although intensely satisfying, had done nothing to sate the lust
that had built up over the last few months.

Although
his body begged for him to succumb to just a few more hours of sleep, he
managed to force himself from the bed, ripping the sheets off as he went so he
could toss them into the washing machine. He needed breakfast, and then he
needed to head over to Walker Demolition. His brothers would be waiting for
him, he knew.

They’d
purposely denied him any information about how the business was going in recent
weeks, but he knew they were doing well. Ethan was a whiz with machinery, so
the fact that Zane had been down and out for so long wouldn’t have impacted
them in the least – as far as business was concerned anyway. But that didn’t
mean he planned to leave it all to them.

In
addition to wanting to talk to them about Walker Demo, Zane also had some
questions about the Alluring Indulgence Resort. Like how he would be able to
get in on it. He’d spent countless hours in the hospital fucking around on the
internet and quite frankly, he found a few articles that caught his interest.
He had a vested interest in the place; after all, he was a partner in Walker,
Inc.

Zane
was well aware that Kaleb, Sawyer and Travis hadn’t pushed the resort on the
rest of them because they didn’t want any of them to feel obligated to join in
their new venture. They’d mentioned it briefly up front, but told Zane,
Brendon, Braydon, and Ethan that they were welcome to go in or keep moving
forward with Walker Demo. It was their choice. At the time, Zane hadn’t been
sure what he wanted to do.

He’d
actually been a little restless right before the assault. Some of it had to do
with the feelings V had been stirring in him, some of it was due to his need to
keep moving forward. Zane felt like he had been stalled out for quite some
time, but he’d never made a move to do anything about it. Now that he was back
on his feet, he was more than a little anxious to keep up his momentum. His
life had changed due to circumstances out of his control. He was ready to find
the bright side and keep going. It was either that, or run the risk of giving
in to the black rage that was slowly filling his gut.

He
liked the idea of getting involved with the resort. So much so, he was ready to
hire a replacement who could handle his position at Walker Demo. This new resort
was going to give him a chance to spread his wings a little, explore some new
avenues, and with V along for the ride, Zane was finally looking forward to
something that he hadn’t even realized was missing from his life.

Half
an hour later, showered and shaved, Zane hopped in his Jeep.

As
the Jeep eased along down the dirt road that would take him from his house to
the offices of Walker Demolition, Zane enjoyed the unseasonably warm breeze
flowing through the open windows.

He
never thought he’d say it, but it felt damn good to be behind the wheel again.
Even a small thing like driving was something he had taken for granted before
the assault. He’d taken plenty of things for granted, including what he wanted
to do with his life. He’d been given a second chance and, for whatever reason,
God spared him. He wasn’t going to take it for granted a second longer.

Not
with the little things, and certainly not with the big things. The first thing
– or rather person – that came to mind was V. For the last few months, she’d
been the only thing on his mind most days. Hell, just thinking about
thinking
about
her made him smile. The smile disappeared just as quickly as it came
when Zane remembered the real reason he had wanted to talk to her yesterday.
They hadn’t even talked about Jake Sanders, or the fact that he was allegedly
harassing her, and no one was fucking telling him anything.

They’d
undoubtedly be talking about it later, but first, he had to meet with his
brothers and get that out of the way. He hoped like hell they didn’t treat him
with kid gloves now that he was back in fighting form. Ok, so he wasn’t quite
there, but he was working to get there. A little more physical therapy and
countless hours at the gym wouldn’t hurt him in the least.

He
made a mental note to call Beau and meet up with him at the gym. It was time
the two of them spent some time doing something a hell of a lot more entertaining
than shooting the shit at the hospital. He certainly looked forward to spending
a few mindless hours with his boy.

“Well,
good morning, sunshine.” Brendon’s booming drawl met Zane the moment he stepped
through the door of the small office of Walker Demolition. “Glad you could
grace us with your presence.”

“Fuck
off.” Zane grinned, saying the words without heat.

He’d
missed this too. He would be the first to admit that working with his brothers,
day in and day out, could grate on his nerves like fingernails down a
chalkboard, but he wouldn’t change a thing.

“Well,
you look better anyway, Bubba. I have to say, there for a while, you kinda
looked like shit,” Braydon chimed in, grabbing two energy drinks from the
refrigerator and tossing one to Brendon. Like they needed that shit.

Zane
didn’t need any more energy than they did, but he was smart enough to know
better. He didn’t drink anything with caffeine in it. Or at least he tried to avoid
it at all costs. Hell, he hardly drank anything other than water, which his
brothers liked to give him hell about. It seemed they all had their own vices.
Hell, he had his as well, but he just tried to keep those to himself as best he
could.

“What
the hell? You guys having a spa party or what?” Zane ribbed as he grabbed one
of the empty chairs and turned it backward, straddling it and facing three of
his six brothers. “Kaleb, I’m disappointed in you. Zoey’s turned you into a
pussy.”

Kaleb’s
rumbling laugh filled the space. “I’m not going there, man. Not gonna do it.”