Zane (Alluring Indulgence) (28 page)

“Who’s
we?” she asked Zoey the same question she asked Zane.

“We.
You, me, the boys. We’re going to Dallas, so you better get your ass out of the
truck and go get packed.”

V
glanced up at her house, the panic starting to kick in. She tried to hide the
way her hands began to shake, gripping her cell phone tighter. She didn’t want
to go in. She didn’t want to get out of the truck. It was getting harder and
harder for her to do so and she didn’t know why. It should’ve been getting
easier, right? So why wasn’t it?

Gripping
the door handle, V went to open the door, but jumped when she saw a man
standing just outside the door. She screamed, clutching her heart. Zane pulled
her door open, looking down at her with a decidedly unhappy look on his face
before taking her hand and helping her out.

“See
ya, Zane!” Zoey smiled, seemingly oblivious to V’s sudden inability to breathe.

She
didn’t hear what Zane said to Zoey because the roaring in her ears was becoming
so loud she couldn’t even hear herself think.

The
next thing she knew, Zane was pulling her up against him, holding her head
against his chest and placing his lips on the top of her head.

“I’ve
got you,” he whispered, not moving and giving V the opportunity to inhale the
familiar scent of him. Zane didn’t wear cologne, or at least she didn’t think
he did. Not often anyway. And the clean, fresh scent of him was even more
exhilarating than the most expensive cologne she had ever smelled. For a
minute, she let herself be soothed by his arms, his smell, and the pounding of
his heart in his chest.

“I’m
going to take you inside now. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

V
knew that. She did. In fact, she knew that if anyone should be freaking out, it
should be Zane. He was the one who endured the trauma right there in her front
yard. Not her. So why wasn’t he breaking down? Shaking like a leaf?

She
knew why. Zane Walker was strong. Stronger than she was and V wasn’t referring
to his physical capabilities. God, she just wanted to be stronger.

Zane
didn’t release her, just pulled her closer to his side so they could move up
the driveway, then up the steps to her front door. Somewhere along the way, she
must’ve given him the keys because they made their way inside quickly, Zane
closing and locking the door behind them.

“Shower,”
he said as though that were the most logical choice of things to do. Did she smell
that bad? It was true that she and Zoey had been working all morning, but she
didn’t want to think he could smell her.

Looking
up at him, she noticed that sexy smirk and then the lifting and lowering of his
eyebrows as though he were telling her a secret with his eyes. For the life of
her, V had no idea what he was trying to say.

He
didn’t bother to explain either. Taking her hand, Zane pulled her down the
short hallway to her bedroom, then he kept on going until they were in her small
master bathroom. V felt a little self-conscious about her miniscule bathroom
with the single sink and bath/shower combination. It wasn’t nearly as opulent
as Zane’s immaculately designed home. There weren’t fancy sinks, or decorative
faucets. In fact, they were all the standard, ugly brass, just like the
doorknobs.

She
had to remind herself that this was her house. She paid for it all on her own,
and that’s what mattered most. It might not be extravagant, and it might not
have a magnificent view of a bubbling creek and acres of farmland, but it was
still hers.

V
heard the shower come on, and she turned to face Zane, noticing that he had
ditched his shirt somewhere along the way. The sight of all that glorious skin,
tanned and rippled with muscle, made her mouth water. She never got tired of
looking at him. He was striking.

“Take
your clothes off,” he instructed, his voice once again firm and demanding, just
as she’d come to expect from him, especially when he had that heated look in
his smoky blue eyes.

V
reached for the buttons on her sleeveless shirt, but her fingers were trembling
so bad, she couldn’t make them work.

“I
don’t want you thinking about anything except for what it’s going to feel like
when I bury myself deep inside of you.” Zane’s voice was firm, but he didn’t
sound angry. Not the way he had sounded the night before when he had pulled her
on top of him, forcing her to look at him while he lodged himself deep inside
of her.

She
tried to focus on his words, but the panic that had become second nature was
still swirling through her blood, making her skin tingle and the hair on the
back of her neck stand up. She hated this feeling, but she had no idea what to
do about it.

“Now,
Vanessa. I want you naked, right now. If you don’t do it, I will, and you won’t
like the shape your clothes will be in when I rip them clean off your body.”

V’s
skin heated from his words; her mind visualizing him tearing her clothes from
her body before slamming inside of her and calming her chaotic mind. She
realized that’s what he was trying to do. He was diverting her thoughts to him,
and she appreciated him for it.

More
so than he would ever know.

“Is
that what you want?” Zane took a step closer.

V
glanced down realizing that the outfit she had on was one of her favorites. No,
she didn’t want him to ruin it, so she managed to free the buttons before
sliding her blouse off, letting it flutter to the floor, then doing the same
with her skirt. She recognized her bra and panty set and knew it wasn’t one of
her favorites, so maybe she should take him up on the offer, just to see what
he would do.

“Is
that a dare?” Zane’s question had V wondering whether she actually spoke the
words out loud. “You better tell me now,” Zane continued, sliding his warm
fingers into the thin strip of fabric over each hip.

The
next thing V knew, she was standing there, her panties in Zane’s hands, torn directly
from her body, leaving her bare from the waist down.

♂♀

“You
are so fucking sexy,” Zane growled the words through clenched teeth. He wasn’t
trying to make a habit out of tearing her underwear from her body, but fuck, he
was beginning to enjoy it.

For
the first time since Zane pulled her out of Zoey’s truck, the glassy, terror
ridden look on her face was replaced with something much more acceptable. Heat.
Lust. Desire. All of it was right there for Zane to see, and he was more than
willing to give V something else to think about.

Zane
reached around her, unclasping the hook on the back of her bra before baring
her breasts to his hungry gaze. She was stark naked, just the way he liked her.
Without haste, he deftly removed the rest of his clothes before pulling V into
the small shower with him. The water was scorching, just like the look in V’s vivid,
whiskey colored eyes.

“Put
your leg on the edge of the tub,” Zane directed her. “Now lean back against the
wall.”

Dropping
to his knees, Zane wasted no time burying his tongue in her pussy, inhaling her
arousal and relishing the feel of her hands as they gripped his hair. Hard.

“Zane,”
she moaned his name over and over, her fingers tightening in his hair as she
pulled him in closer, giving him all the access he needed to spear her with his
tongue, using his thumb to tease her clit until she was shaking.

“Fuck
me. Oh, God, I need you to fuck me.”

Zane
fully intended to fuck her, but he needed her ready for him. He didn’t want to
hurt her, and he knew that just being in the shower required him to ready her
that much more. He continued his assault on her clit, switching, using his
tongue to drive her crazy while driving his thumb deep inside of her until she
was no longer moaning, she was screaming his name, her hands sending blinding
shards of pain straight through his scalp as she held on.

Fuck,
he loved when she did that.

Standing
to his full height, giving her just a second to return to him, Zane aligned his
body with hers, lifted her leg over his hip and slammed deep inside of her. V’s
eyes flew open, and she bit her lip, the walls of her sex gripping him painfully
tight as he pulled back and then slammed forward once more. He wasn’t aiming
for gentle, he needed to fuck her, to hear her scream again as he sent her over
one more time.

When
her body clamped down on his cock, her fingernails digging into his biceps, he
knew she was close. “Look at me, V. Open your eyes.”

When
she did, he thrust his hips harder, faster, pounding inside of her as though he
was starving for her. Which he was. He found himself always wanting more of
her, and he knew he would never get enough. Never.

“I
want to hear you scream. I want your neighbor’s to know who is fucking you, V.
Scream for me, baby.”

Slamming
into her again, Zane felt his own orgasm brewing, and he knew this one was
going to be even more severe than the last. They always were.

“V!
I’m gonna come, baby!” Zane found her clit with this thumb, pressed hard and
felt her pussy spasm around him at the same time he lost control, his release
pulsing through him, filling her as she finally screamed his name.

Half
an hour later, they were both climbing out of the shower, clean and thoroughly
sated. Hopefully, he’d managed to keep her mind off of her panic. Not that he
wanted her to have those attacks at all, but having sex with her in order to distract
certainly was not a hardship. Not by a long shot.

“When
you said I was going to Dallas, what exactly did you mean by that?” V asked him
as she pulled on a flirty little sundress that had Zane pausing as he buttoned
his jeans. Maybe he was moving too fast here. He might be taking them off again
if she insisted on wearing that little white number because... FUCK! She looked
good.

It
took a second to remember what she had asked, but when he did, he turned away
to find his shirt before answering.

“Exactly
what I said. We’re all going up to Dallas early tomorrow morning. It’s a quick
overnight trip, but Luke McCoy has agreed to let us explore the club.” Zane
wasn’t going to go into more detail than that. Not that he had much more.

“I
don’t know,” she said, running a comb through her hair.

Zane
met her eyes in the bathroom mirror. “I need you to go with me, V.”

He
didn’t want to go into the reasons why he wasn’t willing to leave her here
alone either. If he could avoid telling her what happened last night, he
intended to. At least for now.

“Why?
I’m not a decision maker in this process,” V said matter-of-factly. “Zoey
should be the one going.”

“She
is. So are Kaleb, Sawyer and Travis.”

“She
is?” V asked, noticeably not caring about the latter part of his explanation.

“Do
you think Kaleb would leave her behind?”

“No.”
V resumed combing her hair, not meeting his gaze. “I just don’t think I should
go along.”

Zane
moved closer, pressing against her back and wrapping his arms around her waist.
He rested his chin on her shoulder and smiled at her in the mirror. “I’m asking
because I want you with me, V.” It was more than the truth.

More
than not wanting to leave her alone while he was gone, Zane really wanted her
with him. Hell, he wanted her with him at all times, and it had nothing to do
with protecting her. He found he didn’t want to be away from her. Three months
had been a hell of a long time and as far as he was concerned, he was still
making up for lost time.

Not
only that, Zane was going to get a firsthand glimpse of one of Texas’ most
renowned fetish clubs, which he considered an essential part of preparing for
what he wanted his club to be. The fact that Travis had agreed to let him manage
one of the clubs still had Zane riding high. Hell, he hadn’t been back to work
since he left the hospital and he wasn’t sure he was going to be able to now.
Not with what was looming on the horizon for him. Working on cars and trucks no
longer held the same appeal as it used to.

Speaking
of... Zane made a mental note to stop by and talk to Ethan. He needed to see
what he could do to help his brother out. Hiring another mechanic, if they
hadn’t already, was probably the right way to go. He felt like a total ass for
not doing it already.

“When
are we leaving?” V’s question pulled Zane back to the present.

He
smiled at her in the mirror, grateful that he hadn’t had to beg. He would have,
but he wouldn’t have been happy about it.

“In
an hour,” Zane told her, throwing out a time.

“What?
You said we were leaving tomorrow morning.”

“And
we are, but tonight we’re going to spend the night at my house.”

It
was a three hour drive to Dallas, and he wasn’t sure when exactly his brothers
planned to leave. He also needed to pick up one of Sawyer’s spare vehicles.

♀♂

V
stood in her closet, staring at her clothes. What the hell was she supposed to wear
to a fetish club? What the hell
was
a fetish club? It wasn’t like they
had one in Coyote Ridge.