The Billionaire Bad Boys Club(89)
Author: Emma Holly

The pads of Zane’s fingers dug deeper into her cheeks. “I can feel him,” he said, sounding awed by the realization. “The pressure of him in you is pressing me.”

His face bent toward her as she looked up. Sweat glittered on his brow and his knotted jaw, his gaze intense with emotion. That she was the only woman they’d done this with moved her.

“I like being taken by both of you,” she said, arousal shaking the words. “I love having the pair of you in me.”

Zane slid one hand from her ass to the key that dangled between her br**sts. “You’re ours, Rebecca. You belong to both of us.”

She believed him. The wonder of it drew tears into her eyes.

Zane’s lips curved when he saw. “We’ll be careful with you, sweetheart.”

Trey kissed her shoulder from behind.

“You move,” Zane said to him. “If we both thrust, we might hurt her.”

Zane trusted Trey that much too. She gasped at his first cautious movement, unable to believe how good it felt. Talk about electric. A net of sensation she hadn’t known existed suddenly connected her pu**y, ass, and vulva.

She couldn’t speak. She could only groan.

Trey thrust in again slowly.

Zane liked that, gasping and grinding close.

“Jesus,” Trey said. “I think I just . . . felt your dick get bigger.”

“Go in again,” Zane said. “God, she’s so f**king wet.”

She was at their mercy: held up, pleasured, titillated from her ears to her curling toes by the men’s actions. For a while, Trey went in and out by himself, but before too long Zane couldn’t remain passive. He didn’t pump, only moved enough to savor the squeezing tightness of her pu**y.

“Bring her over,” he said to Trey, his face twisting with pleasure. “I want to feel her clamp on my cock.”

She cried out as two of Trey’s fingers searched out her clitoris. He rubbed the hood over it, up and down, side to side, naturally not shy about touching Zane in the process. She felt the men swell harder.

She couldn’t resist what that stirred in her. Her head went back, and the ache in her sex flashed hot. She came so hard it felt like her moan was kicked from her.

“Shit,” Zane gasped, finding that too stimulating for his control.

“I’ll . . . stop,” Trey offered, his teeth grinding. “You go ahead and pump.”

Zane grabbed the permission like it would save his life.

“Ah,” he cried, pulling back and plunging deep. “Ah, ah—” He held on for five more strokes, for ten. Then he simply seized with pleasure, his gorgeous mouth shaping out a silent f**k. His c**k jerked and shot inside her, her weight held up by his pelvis’s final dramatic lift.

Feeling him go like that was amazing. He took a while to slide back from the peak.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his cheek next to hers. “Trey.” His hand stroked up Trey’s bicep.

“I’m good,” Trey rasped. As if to prove it, his fingers resumed their stroking of her clit. “Can you come again, honey?”

She nodded, not up to speaking then.

“Good.” He pulled back and forged in with a pleasured growl. “I want you to go with me.”

She was swimming inside, so excited she could hardly stand to wait. Zane grunted as Trey slung in, firming up a bit inside her. She wondered if he might come again as well. As Trey thrust with increasing speed, she clutched Zane’s shoulders, her fingernails surely pricking him.

“Yes,” Trey said, registering her rise in tension. “Yes, honey, go for me.”

His movements jolted her into Zane’s hot chest—harder, faster, the lube beginning to click in her. Zane held her and touched Trey too. Pressure swelled within her from her closeness to orgasm, from the crazily throbbing erections of the men. A noise tore from her as the sharp-sweet imminence spiked too high to contain.

Trey had been holding back too long. He snarled with pleasure, with determination to join her. He powered in to his limit and shot, his cl**ax heightening hers. Once he let go, he came and came, like a demon had hold of him. Someone squeezed her breast at exactly the right moment. She was pretty sure it was Zane.

The glow that spread through her was headier than wine.

“Wow,” she said, trying twice before her vocal chords cooperated. “I think my cl**ax had a cl**ax.”

“Me too,” Zane said with a shaky laugh. “Trey, old friend, you are inspiring.”

Trey might have wanted to speak, but what came out was a sated moan. His cheek rested on her shoulder, his arms wrapped around her midsection.

“I’ll take that as a ‘you’re welcome,’” Zane teasingly told him.

~

Trey didn’t want to let go of Rebecca. Of the two of them, Zane had more stamina. Nonetheless, Trey felt a need to carry her to their bedroom. Zane didn’t argue, pulling down the sheets and helping Trey settle her. She seemed so precious, now more than ever. She was the second half of Trey’s dream come true.

When he laid his head on her breast, she stroked his hair.

“I love you,” she said, exactly the words he wanted to hear.

“I love you,” he said back.

She kissed his brow and held him. “Beautiful man.”

Zane wriggled down on her other side. He reached across her, chafing the shoulder of the arm Trey had draped over her stomach.

“I think I need to see my aunt,” Trey announced.

“She won’t change,” Zane warned. “She needs to believe what she believes about her father.”

“That doesn’t matter. I need to face her for me. If I don’t, I’ll worry I didn’t talk to her because I was afraid.”

“Don’t lie to her,” Zane said. “Your integrity is important. You can’t pretend just to make her comfortable.”

“I won’t.”

Zane leaned over Rebecca to kiss him.

Trey saw Rebecca was smiling. He let his past go—at least for then. It didn’t weigh on him so heavily anyway.

“How did you like what we did tonight?” he asked her.

“Oh come on,” she said. “You know I loved it. If I were a man, you’d totally turn me g*y.”

He laughed, something he hadn’t known was tense giving way in him. “So you think you’ll like living here?”

“I know I will. You will have to give Raoul a raise.”

“I will?”

“He’s been filling in for me more often. I confess I’m eager to go back to work. I can’t help being excited about running our restaurant. Sex fiends that you are, though, you probably won’t want me at the Lounge every night.”