The Billionaire Bad Boys Club (23 page)

“Hey,” he said, stroking the collar smooth. “This looks nice on you.”

“Your shopper knew what she was doing,” she admitted grumpily.

Trey’s eyes widened. “You put her in touch with Sybil?”

“Sure. Who else wouldn’t push stuff she’d hate on her? Rebecca has her comfort zone. Sybil respected that.”

Trey struggled with his resentment. He’d wanted to do that favor for Rebecca. And why was Zane familiar with her comfort zone? Was the kiss Trey walked in on not their first? Exactly how long had they been seeing each other?

His face must have betrayed his questions.

“I met her at the ‘Hot Men of Harvard’ shoot,” Zane said. “Her brothers were the cover boys. I knew she was your new chef, but I swear I didn’t guess you were into her. I didn’t tell you about it, because I figured you’d warn me off.”

Trey felt his mouth turn down as he tried to process this without anger.

“
I’m
sorry,” Rebecca added, touching his sleeve gently. “I knew you were attracted to me, and it did occur to me that seeing Zane would be awkward. He just sort of . . . charmed me.”

Zane chuckled, obviously liking that.

“You were attracted to me too,” Trey said levelly.

“Yes.” Her gorgeous mouth twisted in apology. “But you and I really couldn’t date. I thought maybe he and I could squeak away with it.”

“She did break it off,” Zane put in. “After the first time.”

“
The first time?
You and she slept together already?”

“Once,” Zane said. “And, uh, in the interest of full disclosure, I also got her off in my car the day we met.”

“Great,” Trey said, irritation bubbling up in him.

“Too much to get over?”

Zane’s blue eyes were worried but sympathetic, like he’d understand if Trey couldn’t forgive this. Trey looked down at his arm, where Rebecca’s hand still rested. Tiny scars marked her fingers, battle wounds from cooking. Her thumb rubbed him through his sleeve, little soothing motions she might not have made consciously. Her gaze was lowered, probably because she was more inclined to guilt than Zane. She’d feel it even when—to be fair—she wasn’t obliged to.

“Do you want me as much as you want him?” Trey asked her.

Her lashes lifted, their gold blackened by mascara for tonight. Within that frame, emotion sheened her gray eyes. She appeared to understand he wanted honesty.

“I think you’re awesome,” she said earnestly. “I’m amazed you want me. When we had sex, I felt different things than with Zane, but they were just as strong.”

“Hey,” Zane said, his turn to be aggrieved. “When did
you
have sex with her?”

Trey couldn’t help it. He lifted his brows and grinned.

“Shit.” Zane shook his head, thankfully more bemused than angry. “I don’t know whether to sock you or demand every damn detail.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Buck House

REBECCA
hadn’t officially agreed to anything, but that didn’t seem to matter. Trey told the valet to bring Zane’s car around the back, and Zane carried her to it. Fortunately, the silver convertible was a four-door. She and Trey fit in the rear seat.

“This isn’t necessary,” she said as Trey arranged her with her head resting on his lap.

She was curled on her side, which seemed less helpless than lying on her back. Free to do so, Trey ran one hand soothingly down her tense muscles. His palm was warm, and it really did make her feel better. She steeled herself against liking it too much as Zane pulled out of the Lounge’s lot.

“At least tell me you’re taking me home,” she said.

“We are,” Zane assured her. “Our home.”

This stunned her. “Not that mansion in Lexington!”

“What’s wrong with Lexington?” Trey finger-combed her hair.

“Everybody says it’s Sodom and Gomorrah, that you throw wild sex parties on weekends.”

Zane snickered and shifted gears.

“If they claim that,” Trey said, “they’ve never been invited.”

This wasn’t the same as saying there weren’t wild parties. “I am
so
not interested in orgies.”

“Not even to watch?” Zane teased.

“No!” she denied too hotly. She’d have watched him and Trey getting it on with each other any day of the week.

“Don’t worry,” Trey said, returning to making seductive passes along her spine. “Zane and I only want you to play with us. When we’re really into someone, we’re not inclined to share.”

“How do you know?” Rebecca demanded. “You implied you’ve never, er, done the same woman at the same time. Maybe you’d change your mind.”

Zane burst out laughing in the front seat. “You could turn worrying into a superpower.”

“It’s a legitimate concern!”

“Of course it is,” Trey crooned. “You’ll be the boss, Rebecca. Any time you want to call a halt, we will.”

Calling a halt
wasn’t the same as calling the shots. Moreover, it suggested there’d be an activity she might want to call a halt to. She remembered the game Zane played with her and his belt in this very car. She pressed her thighs together, also remembering how she’d responded. She
thought
she’d noticed Trey’s breathing accelerating as he restrained her wrists tonight. Was he into bondage too? When they’d had their wild monkey sex in the Lounge’s kitchen, hadn’t his style been controlling? Her pussy simmered at the flashback, a new and softer ache distracting her from the one in her back muscles.

“Uh,” she said, “just how sexually adventurous are you two?”

Trey’s reassuring hand chafed her shoulder. “Why don’t we cross that bridge when we come to it?”

Rebecca’s inner muscles twitched. She wasn’t the only one to react to this conversation. The flesh her head rested on was stirring. Trey was getting an erection. So was Zane. The angle she was curled up in allowed her to see between the front seats. Zane had just tugged his trousers to give his cock more room.

The heat that poured through her then was incredible.

“Oh my God,” she couldn’t help murmuring.

“Close your eyes,” Zane advised huskily from the front. “With all you’ve had on your mind, I bet you haven’t slept much lately. You might want to rest up before we get there.”

His words caused Trey’s cock to lurch beneath her temple.

Holy smokes
, she thought, her knees vised together with excitement. The reality of them wanting her and each other was sinking in. Zane and Trey were her best lovers to date. The handful of other men she’d slept with trailed far behind. To enjoy these men one at a time had set new records for her. To be taken by them both, and to watch them take each other, was bound to knock her pleasure out of the ballpark. Zane’s suggestion that she ought to rest up implied a few home runs in her near future.

How little that frightened her should have been alarming.

~

Zane must have been right about Rebecca’s sleep shortage. She dropped off in Trey’s lap—one moment conscious and the next zonked out. Trey continued to pet her, shifting so that his legs stretched out and his shoulders rested against the door. His hard-on subsided but didn’t disappear. The moment felt surreal. The woman of his dreams was with him. She was using his thigh as her pillow.

“She asleep?” Zane asked, twisting his head around to see.

“Like a baby.”

Zane returned his attention to the road, fingers tapping the steering wheel. “You really okay with this? With sharing her? You’ve been thinking about her for a long time.”

“I’m okay,” Trey said, relatively sure he was. “I confess you had a tendency to creep into my fantasies about her.”

Never short on ego, Zane’s smile held a hint of smirk. “You’ve got to be the most monogamous non-monogamous guy in existence.”

“Maybe,” Trey conceded, amused. He went on more seriously, aware the topic was sensitive. “Are
you
ready for this, Zane? Not to sound arrogant, but whether we cross swords or brush hands or what have you, she’s going to see you want me. You’re going to expose what you think of as your gay side.”

Zane’s smirk faded—and not simply because he was concentrating on merging onto the highway. “Why don’t we cross that bridge when we come to it?”

Trey pinched his lower lip. The bridge was approaching fast, no matter what Zane preferred.

~

Rebecca didn’t wake so much as slide from one pleasant dream into another. Trey was lifting her from the car, his arms hooking under hers. Her body was limp, her back muscles warm and supple.

“Mm,” she mumbled. “I feel so much better.”

She guessed Trey expected her to sleep through him carrying her. He’d been bending to swing her legs off the floor. When she spoke, he left them where they were and straightened. Rebecca didn’t mind. Her front rested pleasantly against his.

“Your back is okay?”

“Uh-huh.” She opened her eyes and squinted. “It’s bright in here.”

“We’re in the garage. We’re home.”

They were in a freaking airplane hanger. Everything needed to service vehicles was here, up to and including a hydraulic lift.

“Wow,” she said, craning around Trey to take it in. Two limos gleamed side by side in slots: a vintage black with a fancy grill and a classic white modern. Zane’s silver convertible was behind her. Its nearest car buddy was a shiny red Bugatti, low-slung and—even to her unsophisticated eyes—thoroughly sexy. After that, she noted two Harley motorcycles, some sort of giant black SUV, and a relatively sedate Mercury sedan.

She had a hard time imagining her beat-up delivery van parking here.

“We drive them all,” Trey said. “Or if we don’t, staff do. Zane’s weirdly attached to the car he bought in college.”

Rebecca smiled, endeared by his defensiveness. “They’re pretty. You have no idea the silly things I’d buy for my home kitchen if I could afford them.”

He smiled back, his brief tension relaxing. “My Bugatti is the prettiest.”

“Oh here we go,” Zane groaned liked he’d heard this before.

“Because it’s red,” Trey said. “And faster than his old Mercedes. Plus, its curves are sexy.”

His cars’ curves seemed to remind him she had some. He slid his palms around her ass, hitching her higher and closer. As he lifted her off her feet, Rebecca’s eyebrows rose. Trey was all the way hard, the firm swell of his erection nudging her pelvis. Unable to help herself, she squirmed. Trey’s penetrating eyes darkened.

“What do you say?” he asked in a rougher tone. “Want to get this adventure started?”

“Here?”

“Why not? This is our territory, home to our manliest man toys. And no one will interrupt us. Once we drive through our front gate, we can do and be what we please.”

Having spent much of her life hiding things, Rebecca saw the appeal of that. She laid her cheek on Trey’s shoulder and looked at Zane. He stood maybe ten feet away, seeming rooted to the sealed concrete floor. He was a handsome man: tall, built, and pricey in his tailored trousers and custom shirt. His expression inspired a shiver. He was watching her and Trey as if someone had cast a spell on him. Lust had him in its grip, from the parting of his bedroom lips, to the quickened rise and fall of his chest, to the sizeable hump behind his zipper. Wanting that and more, she swung her legs around Trey’s hips.

“What about you?” she asked Zane. “Do you want to get started?”

“Yes,” was the answer he grated out.

“Thank God,” Trey whispered a second before he kissed her.

He walked with her as he did, arms tight around her and mouth hungry. Though she’d closed her eyes, she wasn’t the least surprised to be laid back over the hood of his Bugatti. Happy to be there, she crossed her ankles behind his tailbone.

“Let me do the work,” he murmured in her ear. “I don’t want your back to seize up again.”

Her back was fine, but she sensed that wasn’t behind the instruction. He wanted her restricted. He got off on it. Zane had come closer while they were kissing, only a step away from the sleek sports car. One palm rested on his belly, like he was afraid or maybe embarrassed about moving it to his cock. He hadn’t minded touching himself before. Trey had to be the source of his hesitation. He was opening the buttons on her blouse. Zane met her gaze and flushed.

“Zane bound my hands the first time he got me off,” she said.

Trey lifted his head, breath suspended for a heartbeat. She’d spoken impulsively. From the men’s reactions, this was the right topic to bring up.

“He used his belt,” she went on. “He wrapped it around my wrists and went down on me.”

“In his car?” Trey’s voice rasped like sandpaper.

“In his car. He barely had room to move.”

Air wafted over her cleavage, above the satiny bra she wore. Trey closed his eyes. “Are you saying you’d like him to bind you now?”

“I’m saying if you want,
you
could restrain me some. I didn’t mind when he did it.”

“‘Didn’t mind’ isn’t the same as liking it.”

“Oh I liked it,” she admitted.

Trey groaned like she was killing him. Suddenly, he moved in a flurry. Her blouse was gone, and her skirt, and then he pulled her panties off.

“You have amazing legs,” he panted, hands cruising up her calves and thighs. She supposed they were strong. She was on them all the time. Chances were she was lucky Trey noticed them. He snapped her bra free in a second, pushing each breast up for a hard kiss. The sting of his lips pulled a gasp from her.