Zane (Alluring Indulgence) (23 page)

Or
maybe, that really was from the anticipation of what was to come.

As
long as Zane took the reins again this time, like he did every time, V knew she
was in good hands. The only thing she had to bring was herself and her desire,
which she was pretty sure couldn’t be stoked much more than it was right that
moment.

♂♀

Zane
didn’t bother asking the question because he already knew the answer. Opening
the passenger side door of his Jeep, he waited for V to climb in before turning
to face Beau.

“Her
house,” he told him. He hadn’t asked V to spend the night at his house, and he
didn’t want to assume anything after her insistence the night before. Despite
her panic attacks, he wanted to make sure V felt as though the world weren’t
crashing down around her. He was trying to keep his distance and not overwhelm
her with his feelings, and giving her something familiar to hold on to seemed
like a reasonable compromise. He wasn’t sure how she was going to react once
they got there, but he hoped he could get her inside without having to watch
her have another debilitating panic attack. In fact, his real reason for
wanting to go to her house was to hopefully replace those memories with other
ones.

Beau
nodded his agreement and then ventured across the parking lot to his truck.
Zane liked the idea of Beau coming back to her house for more than just one reason.
Being that they didn’t know what Jake Sanders was up to at the moment, he
wasn’t willing to put himself in a position like he had the last time. His
brothers were worried about him, he could feel it. Knowing that Beau would always
have his back made it easier on him, and probably even more so on V.

While
V was playing pool with Brendon, and Travis had been giving Gage the evil eye,
Sawyer, Kaleb, Zane, Beau and Ethan had had a brief discussion about Jake
Sanders. The fact that the man hadn’t been found yet after showing his face on
their property wasn’t promising. They knew he would be back. Based on his
continued harassment of V, he still wasn’t able to let go.

Although
they weren’t talking about the significant number of text messages she
continued to receive from Jake, Zane found it promising that she had started
forwarding them to him. He knew she wasn’t thinking about them nearly as much
as he was, but he tried not to make a big deal out of it. Everyone, including
his brothers, seemed content to pretend everything was cool. It wasn’t like
they could do anything about it until Jake actually made a move.

In
fact, Zane had mentioned as much to Beau because he needed someone watching his
back. It wasn’t that he didn’t think he could take the bastard because he knew
he could, provided he wasn’t ambushed the way he was the last time. Telling
Beau just helped guarantee that he never got stuck in that situation again. Since
Beau likely wouldn’t share the news with his brothers, he didn’t have to worry
about them going on a manhunt like he feared they would do. Especially Travis.

A
few minutes later, Zane was pulling into the driveway of V’s house. The instant
he shut off the engine and threw on the emergency brake, he took her hand and
pulled her toward him. Without asking permission, he slammed his mouth against
hers, holding her head to him as he consumed her honeyed taste.

Sliding
his hand into her hair, lacing his fingers in the cool, silky strands, Zane
pulled her head back, releasing her mouth from his. He didn’t allow her to look
away as he pinned her with his eyes. “Trust me, V. Trust me to take care of you
in every way. Can you do that?” he asked and waited patiently for her answer.

She
was breathing hard, and he knew only part of that was from the kiss they
shared. She was getting worked up, panicking, and he refused to let her do
that. Not tonight. Not with him here to protect her. And he would protect her.
He cocked his head to the side, waiting and refusing to move until she answered
him.

“I
will try,” she finally said, still trying to pull away.

Zane
pulled her hair tighter, not enough to hurt her, but enough to let her know he
wasn’t going to let her pull away. Not physically and definitely not
emotionally.

“I
don’t want you to try, V. I want you to trust me. Tell me that you trust me,”
he demanded, leaning in closer. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I
trust you,” she said on a sigh. “I trust you, Zane.”

He
kept his eyes locked with hers until he believed her. Before he released her,
he planted a quick kiss against her lips. “Don’t move until I get to your door.
Beau’s walking up the driveway now, so you have nothing to worry about.”

V
nodded her head in agreement and Zane retrieved his keys from the ignition
before hopping out of the Jeep and making his way over to her door. Once he
opened it, he helped her out, but held her close to him, pressing her face
against his chest and leaning down so he could whisper in her ear.

“I
don’t want you thinking about anything else except what it’s going to feel like
to have me buried deep inside of you. I want you visualizing what it’ll be like
to have both of us fucking you until you can’t take any more. Understand me?”
He made sure his voice remained calm and assertive. He wasn’t going to budge on
this, and his control was firmly in place. Tonight, he fully intended to make
sure Jake Sanders didn’t interfere. He wasn’t welcome here, nor was the memory
of what he had done.

Now
they just had to overcome her fear of going inside.

“Give
me your keys.” Zane waited while she retrieved them from her purse, still not
letting her go, holding her face firmly against his chest and not allowing her
to look around at anything other than him.

Handing
the keys to Beau, he waited until his best friend had unlocked the front door,
then he lifted V into his arms, forcing her to wrap her legs around him. He
knew she would freak out about someone possibly seeing them and what they would
think of him carrying her into her house so intimately, but that was part of
the plan. He wanted her thinking, just not about what had happened that day so
long ago.

Carrying
her, Zane swiftly moved to the front porch and into the house. As soon as they
were inside, Beau locked the door behind them and made his way to her bedroom.
Zane wasn’t far behind, still carrying V, her face pressed against his neck.

Once
inside her room, he shut the door while Beau turned on the bedside lamp,
casting the room in a soft, golden glow. He didn’t let her down as he backed up
against the wall, Beau joining them and pressing up against her back.

“Are
you wet for me, V?” he questioned her. “Are your panties soaked from thoughts
of what it’ll be like to have me and Beau buried in your sweet body?”

V
nodded her head, her face still pressed against his neck.

“Look
at me,” he instructed, keeping his voice firm. “Answer me.”

V
looked up, and he could see the dazed look on her face, but he was pretty sure
it had nothing to do with fear, and everything to do with mind numbing lust.

Holding
her ass, Zane felt Beau’s hand as it moved beneath her, his fingertips bumping
against Zane’s stomach as he slipped a finger into her panties.

“Awww,
fuck. She’s wet. And hot,” Beau’s voice penetrated the tension filled air, and
V groaned.

Zane
couldn’t see what Beau was doing, but he knew he was fingering her and based on
the way V dropped her head back, her eyes closing, she was enjoying it.

“Do
you like that, V? Do you like when Beau finger fucks you?”

V
leaned farther back, and Zane had to hold her tighter to keep her from falling
out of his arms. He pressed his back against the wall and braced his feet on
the carpet, pulling her into him while V leaned farther into Beau behind her.
“Hold onto me,” he growled.

V
leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his neck, but before she could hide
her face once again, he stopped her. “Look at me. Don’t you dare look away. And
don’t you dare fucking come until I tell you to.”

Her
eyes glazed over, another moan escaped, and Zane could feel Beau increasing the
pace of his hand fucking into her.

“Does
it feel good?” He was going to continue to question her until she answered him.
He wanted her as much a participant in this as they were. Zane knew from the
last time they were together just how much satisfaction V had taken from their
threesome, and he wanted that again. This was about her pleasure, and Zane
wasn’t about to let up on her. After she’d insisted on one night apart from
him, Zane was ensuring they weren’t backtracking. He only had room to move
forward in his life these days, and he was taking her with him.

“Yes,”
she whispered, keeping her eyes locked with his. “So good, Zane.”

“Do
you want Beau to fuck you harder, baby? Or are you ready to get naked?
Remember, you can’t come until I let you.”

Knowing
she was close, Zane gave her a choice. Her body had tensed, her arms were
wrapping tighter around his neck, and her eyes were glazing over from lust. She
was damn close, but Zane wasn’t near ready for her to come.

“Which
is it, V? Beau will fuck you harder, but it’s just a tease. I’m not going to let
you come yet.”

“Naked,”
V breathed the single word on a hard exhale as she leaned farther into him,
trying to rock her hips against Beau’s invading fingers.

With
a quick glance over her shoulder, Zane directed Beau to stop with a look. When
Beau moved, Zane lowered V to her feet, and held her close when she stumbled.
After a minute, she seemed steadier; her breaths returning to normal and he
tipped her chin up so that she had to look at him.

“I
want you to strip for us, V. I want to watch while you bare all of that soft,
smooth skin. Then, you can do the same for us.”

The
mood was different from how it had been the last time. V didn’t seem nearly as playful,
and Zane assumed that was because she was at her house. She seemed just as eager,
but he didn’t get the impression she would take the reins this time.

V
was a very hedonistic, highly lascivious woman, and she knew exactly what she
wanted. She was also shy when it came to going after it. Zane needed her to show
him. He wanted her to take what she wanted because that’s what this particular interlude
was about.

Zane
found his own satisfaction in making her come, making her beg for more, and
when Beau was there, her pleasure was only intensified. He wouldn’t deny the
heightened sensuality that he felt when Beau was involved, but he knew that was
due to the spontaneity. It was all about V and the satisfaction they could both
bring her. This wasn’t about love or romance. This was down, and dirty,
hardcore fucking in its most potent form and Zane didn’t want to waste another
second.

Considering
he still had his doubts about what Beau wanted, or possibly expected from him,
Zane was looking to keep the attention solely on V for the night. He needed a
chance to talk to Beau about what happened, but until then, he wanted to ensure
he kept control of the situation. Unlike last time.

Placing
his hands on her shoulders, Zane forced her back from him, ensuring she was
once again steady on her feet. Once her legs were solid beneath her, Zane moved
around her and sat on the edge of the bed beside Beau.

“Take
it off, V,” Zane demanded.

V
turned to face them, and he saw the hesitation in her eyes, but then it
disappeared as fast as it came, replaced by sheer determination. That’s what he
loved about this woman. She didn’t want anyone to see her vulnerability, but it
was there. This wasn’t the norm for her, but she craved the intoxicating
exhilaration as much as he did.

V
dropped her purse to the floor, before reaching for the hem of her shirt and
lifting it over her head. Zane admired the red lace demi bra she uncovered,
holding her straining breasts while her chest continued to rise and fall with
her short, choppy breaths.

“So
fucking pretty,” Beau’s voice broke the silence, but Zane didn’t look over at him
sitting just a foot or two away. He kept his eyes locked on the alluring woman
now lowering her skirt to the floor. Somewhere along the way, he had missed her
unbuttoning it, but he damn sure wasn’t missing what she was revealing as she
slid the denim down her long, tan legs.

“Turn
around,” Zane ordered, watching as V nearly stumbled in those sexy as hell
cowboy boots.

When
she turned, he admired the willowy curves of her ass, bisected by red lace.

“Now
take off the boots.” He’d much prefer she leave them on, but Zane wanted her completely
naked. He wanted to be able to touch every delectable inch of her skin, which
meant the boots had to go.

V
toed off the boots and stood before him and Beau in only her bra and panties. Seeing
her standing there, Zane’s cock throbbed harder, a silent demand that he needed
to get this moving along before he embarrassed himself right there in front of
his best friend.

♂♀♂

V
expected to be embarrassed standing before Zane and Beau in her panties and
bra, especially since this situation had taken a more serious turn than the
last time they had been together. They weren’t playing a game; they didn’t have
beer to lighten the mood, so she had to rely on the heated looks on their faces
to encourage her. There was no room for shy in this scenario, and she knew if
she wanted the thrill of their hands on her, she had to get through the hard
part first.