The Billionaire Bad Boys Club (42 page)

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 pussy, 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 fucking 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 pussy.

“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
fuck
. His cock 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 climax 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 climax had a climax.”

“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 gay.”

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.”

This was truer than she knew, though not only because they liked having sex with her. “Maybe you’ll enjoy work even more when you do it a little less . . . and when you have us to come home to. Any other demands?”

“You should design a perfume that I can wear. Your Bad Boy cologne and sweat is all over me. If you bottled a smell like that, females would line up for it.”

“Bad Girl,” he said, testing out what he knew she meant.

“Absolutely.” She poked her finger into his sternum.

She did smell good, homey and sexy at the same time. She squirmed around and up onto one elbow. Her fingers traced the dragon tattoo on his stomach. That felt so nice, he didn’t realize her lazy exploration included being observant.

“There are initials in this design,” she exclaimed. “It’s a ‘Z’ and a ‘T.’”

“It is,” he confirmed. “That was my commitment to Zane way back when.”

“Aw,” she said, laying her palm on it.

God, she was cute. “Guess I’ll need an ‘R’ in there now.”

“Really?”

“Really. Zane wasn’t speaking out of turn. You belong to both of us.”

Grinning a little smugly, she settled down against him.

“Jesus,” Zane huffed. “Trey isn’t the only romantic here.”

Rebecca turned her head to him. “I don’t know, Zane. I haven’t heard you say those three special words.”

Zane cursed and stomped out of the bed.

“Where’s he going?” Rebecca asked.

“The closet, I think.”

“Uh oh. He’s got crazy things hidden there.”

Trey laughed. She felt like his ally and Zane’s too, the piece that fit their puzzle more snugly together.

Zane returned with a black leather jewelry box. The image of a pair of hands holding a crowned heart was stamped on it in silver.

“They’re Claddagh rings,” he said, thrusting the box at Trey.

Three nestled in the velvet slit, one in each of their sizes, beautifully fashioned in platinum. Seeing them, Trey’s eyes filled up with hot tears.

“They’re hokey,” Zane accused himself.

“They’re perfect,” Trey contradicted.

“Say the words,” Rebecca urged softly. “Trey pretends he doesn’t need to hear them, but he does.”

“I love you both,” Zane said. “I love you both a lot. I want us to be together for a long time.”

Trey looked from the rings to him. Time folded back to the night they’d become friends and more. That was the night his life began. “How long is a long time?”

“Forever,” Zane swore, his eyes as blue as sun-struck sapphires.

Trey smiled, reaching sideways to grasp Rebecca’s hand.

“Forever will do,” he responded.

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EMMA
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IN
the alternate Victorian earth the Yama live in, secrets are tantamount. This supposedly demonic race doesn't believe in expressing emotions—or in giving their hearts away.

Assassin-guards Ciran and Hattori were bred to live by that code, until Hattori's too-moral twin is imprisoned, and Ciran falls in love with the grieving man. Both have illegally altered genes that heighten sexual needs, making those needs a challenge to satisfy. Theirs would be a match made in heaven, if only Hattori’s heart could stretch that extra inch toward Ciran.

Katsu Shinobi isn’t your typical demon princess. As tenderhearted as she is lovely, she seems an unlikely match for these dangerous men—until an enemy orders them to kill
her
. The trio can’t forget the erotic interlude they once shared . . . or give up the chance to build a lasting future, together.

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