The Billionaire Bad Boys Club (34 page)

Rebecca returned from her appointment distracted too. Zane expected this was due to turning her mind to work. Monday was tomorrow. She’d be back at the Lounge early.

She didn’t even try to talk her way into Mrs. P’s kitchen to cook dinner.

Trey attempted to de-mope the mood by dragging them to the theater in the basement to watch a movie. Zane was aware of cars blowing up and the hero saving the world. Other than that, the plot slipped by him unnoticed.

“Maybe we should turn in,” Rebecca said after Trey brought the lights back up. “We all have work tomorrow.”

When Zane agreed, Trey muttered they were pitiful.

Back upstairs, Rebecca called dibs on the suite’s bathroom. She’d become a fan of its multiple pulsating showerheads. Zane sincerely hoped that wouldn’t be what she missed most about her time with them.

He glowered as he undressed. Standing with him in the roomy custom closet, Trey smacked Zane’s diaphragm with the back of his hand. As intended, the sting caught his attention.

“Cut it out,” Trey said.

“I’m annoyed that she’s going,” Zane replied.

“Going. Not gone. She’s right behind that door with a dozen steamy sprays shooting over her hot body.”

Zane was stripped to his boxer briefs, the stretch of which gave his cock room to twitch. “She called dibs. She wants the shower to herself.”

“And you can’t think of anything that would change her mind.”

He could think of a lot of things, one in particular. Maybe Trey knew which, because he put his hand on Zane’s shoulder. His eyes held a touch of sadness Zane didn’t like. “Don’t you want to end this week memorably?”

He did, maybe more than Trey knew. He ached to keep Rebecca, to add her to the wonderful portion of his life he’d been lucky to build with Trey. What did his hangups matter compared to that? Didn’t he owe it to Trey and himself to make this last-chance pitch as well as he could?

He stroked Trey’s forearm to his elbow, ruffling the silky hairs and causing him to shiver. Watching Trey’s pupils darken lifted his prick some more.

“Finish undressing,” Zane said throatily. “You’re going to help me convince Rebecca she’d enjoy company.”

~

Aside from the pool and the library and—as of tonight—the gilded mini-movie theater, Trey and Zane’s bathroom was her favorite place in the house. Okay, the underground playroom was cool as well, plus the kitchen, from the peek she’d had at it, but the giant bath was definitely up there in her top ten.

Bigger than her bedroom at home, the bath had a glittering crystal fringe chandelier, pale green silk wallpaper, and an array of plumbing more elaborate than two American men should know how to use. Rebecca was so in love with the shower’s zillion body sprays that she hadn’t yet tried the freestanding, reheating soaker tub.

If she’d had this bathroom in her house, she might never get muscle knots.

She half-hummed, half-sang a Pink song as she soaped herself. She pushed aside the knowledge that this might be her last time here. She’d remember it. She’d remember everything.

Glass divided the shower space from the rest of the room, and she had her back to it. Given how many sprays she had on and the roar of the water, it was no wonder the men’s entrance was drowned out.

She jumped and squeaked as two warm hands settled on her shoulders from behind.

“You’re a rock star?” Trey teased her for her song choice, his lips right beside her ear. “Does that make me and Zane your groupies?”

She turned to face him. The men had stepped into the white marble enclosure, towering and naked. Rebecca became a different sort of wet when faced with their male beauty.

“Wow,” she said, taking in their taut muscles and tall erections. “If you’re my groupies, I really rate.”

Trey’s smile was beautiful. “Zane and I wondered if you could stand company.”

“No,” Zane corrected, drawing Trey’s head around. “Not company. Not yet.”

“Not company?” Trey repeated.

Rebecca’s heart skipped a beat as Zane dragged a fingertip down the centerline of Trey’s water-beaded chest. Maybe Trey’s heart skipped too. He sucked in a gasp loud enough to hear.

“I think she’d prefer a show.” Zane’s attention followed his finger across Trey’s navel. “The show she secretly wanted to see that first morning when you and I shared the shower in here.”

Zane didn’t touch Trey’s erection, but it jumped anyway. “A show with just you and me?”

“Exactly.” Zane looked into Trey’s eyes. The mist was clinging to Trey’s lashes, the sparkle making him seem dreamy. “You and me making love to each other in front of her. She can watch as closely as she wants without being distracted.”

Trey’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “You sure?”

“I’m sure.” Zane shifted his gaze to her. “That’s something you want, isn’t it?”

She’d been holding her breath without realizing. “Yes,” she said on an outward gust of air.

Zane smiled, his blue eyes simultaneously hot and affectionate. “I’d kiss you,” he said, “but I’m saving that for later.”

He kissed Trey instead, holding his face, and then his biceps, and then Trey broke and plastered the two of them front to front in a full embrace. The move shocked through Rebecca as if it had been done to her. This was how they’d kiss if they were alone—hungry and hot and hard. In the center of the spray, the men sucked each other’s tongues, their chiseled jaws and cheeks working. Trey was moaning long and low. Zane moved his hips against his lover’s, rubbing their thick erections side by side.

“Shit,” Trey gasped, yanking his head back for air. His hands clamped Zane’s buttocks to increase the pressure.

“Feel something you like, buddy?” Zane teased him.

He undulated his pelvis and Trey groaned. Something about the sound was so uninhibited, so personal that Rebecca took a step back. She wouldn’t have thought Zane was paying attention, but his left hand snapped out to catch her wrist.

“No,” he said, his face streaming with water, his lips reddened from kissing. “Stay close. You can . . . you can touch us if you want. We’re just not touching you right now.”

She heard the unsureness in his voice. Despite setting this in motion, he wasn’t completely confident about baring this side of him to her. “You’re okay with that,” she not-quite-asked.

“I want it,” he said roughly. “Like you wouldn’t believe. If you put your hands on me while I’m fucking him, I’m going to be so excited I might explode.”

Her heart pounded in her throat at his intensity. For a moment, she couldn’t speak.

“Would you like that?” he asked, actually worried by her pause.

“Oh yes,” she assured him with a ragged laugh. “Like you wouldn’t believe.”

“Me too,” Trey piped up, laughing like she was. “You have no idea the daydreams I’ve had that started just like that.”

The space between the marble walls was filling up with steam. Even so, she and Trey witnessed the hot flush that darkened Zane’s cheekbones.

Growling softly with longing, he bent to kiss Trey’s neck. His hands moved over Trey’s naked body, self-consciously at first and then getting into it. Trey touched him back, writhing as Zane stroked him. Zane wasn’t afraid to manhandle him, pinching his nipples and butt, giving his balls a tighter squeeze than Rebecca would have dared to use.

Given Trey’s fondness for a hint of pain, this cranked him to a very excited state. Zane’s kisses shifted to his sharp little nipples, turning to love bites there. The marks he left on Trey’s chest were red. Rebecca suspected they’d linger.

Unable to help herself, she touched one. Trey whimpered his oh-that-hurts-so-good sound. Taking this as a signal, Zane began to go to his knees.

“No,” Trey panted, grabbing his shoulders to stop him. “I’m too close. You’ll push me over. Let me suck you instead.”

He dropped before Zane could stop him, water spray bouncing off his broad shoulders as he drove his wonderfully expressive lips down Zane’s cock.

Zane couldn’t hide how much he liked that. He forked his fingers into Trey’s hair and made a garbled sound. His neck fell back and his eyes closed with bliss. His hips pushed at Trey even as he tried to control his arousal by deepening his breathing. Trey took his thickened shaft eagerly. Maybe because he had a cock himself and knew its mysteries, neither hesitation nor embarrassment marked the treatment he gave to Zane’s. He wasn’t deep throating him, but he had to be coming close. His hands gripped Zane’s hipbones, perhaps to prevent him from accidentally forcing the issue.

The slurping noise of his lips and tongue caused her sex to tighten.

“God,” Zane gasped, every muscle in his abdomen gone rigid. “That feels so good. I’m going to fuck your mouth too far.”

Trey pulled free with a pop. “Hold his base,” he said to her. “Squeeze your fingers around him as tight as you can.”

The order startled her, but she complied. Zane’s cock was incredibly hard, not only pointing upward but also arching slightly back toward him. He moaned when her hand gripped him, and louder when Trey swallowed him down again. Rebecca shuddered as Trey’s lips bumped her fingers.

Zane had said they wouldn’t touch her, but he couldn’t resist wrapping his arm around her waist to hitch her close to him. His side was hot, his muscles bunched with tension. She guessed the squeeze she had on his base wasn’t tight enough. Cursing, Zane released his guiding hold on Trey’s head. He grabbed his own testicles instead, tugging his sac to keep himself from coming.

“Ahh,” he sighed as the urge relaxed. He rolled his hips into Trey’s mouth more smoothly. “God, Trey, that feels soo good.”

She saw Trey grin around his cock. She imagined Zane felt his lips curving.

“Fucker,” Zane responded, very locker-room jocular. “Jesus, you’re good at that.”

His trick of tugging down his balls won him a few extra minutes of oral enjoyment. He didn’t let go of her as he neared his limit, but his arm began to tighten spasmodically.

“Okay,” he finally said. “Enough.”

Trey was already pulling off him. He came to his feet with an assist from the marble wall. Inspired by what he’d been doing, his erection was as big and upright as Zane’s—though shaped differently at the head. Zane touched the broad silky surface with the hand that wasn’t holding her. The skin of Trey’s glans appeared to grow redder behind the swipe of Zane’s thumb.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Zane breathed as a bead of pre-cum squeezed from Trey’s slit. He smoothed the fluid around until Trey shivered. When he looked up at Trey, both their gazes were laser hot.

Trey kissed him, slow and tender and deep. Almost as tall as Zane, he only had to stretch up a bit.

“I love you,” he said after he pulled back, his goldy green eyes swimming with emotion. “You’ve brought more sweetness into my life than anyone could deserve.”

A rivulet rolled down Zane’s cheek that wasn’t shower water.

“Trey,” he murmured, caressing the other man’s trimmed stubble. His eyes said he loved Trey back, something Trey obviously knew.

Seeming amused that he didn’t say the words, Trey broke into a brilliant grin. “Better bend over, baby. This rocket is ready to launch, and I’m thinking you’d like it firing up your ass.”

Zane’s jaw fell with surprise. Trey didn’t give him a chance to make an objection.

“Oh no, boyfriend,” he said, wagging his finger from side to side. “You took me in front of her already. It’s my turn to show off.”

“Your turn to— I wasn’t— I didn’t—”

“Doesn’t matter why you did it,” Trey said. “Fair is fair. Plus, you know I’ll make you like it.”

His fingers trailed down Zane’s front, over his pectorals, around his navel, gathering up Zane’s cock and stroking. He handled his friend’s equipment with firmness and confidence, a confidence that was justified. Zane’s face twisted with pleasure, the expression deepening as Trey squeezed and rubbed his glans. Over the course of the week, Rebecca noticed he liked playing with Zane’s foreskin. He used his palm as well as his fingers, which earned him a sharp gasp from his victim. Satisfied he’d made his point, Trey let go with a smirk.

“Fine,” Zane surrendered. “But you’re not making me scream this time.”

“We’ll see,” Trey said, pausing to wink at her.

This time?
Rebecca thought, her insides liquid and pulsing. Trey had made Zane scream before?

“Why don’t I, uh, grab supplies from the cabinet?” she said hoarsely.

Trey beamed at her like she was the cleverest woman ever.

By the time she returned, Zane faced the shower’s longest wall, the one with the bench she used for leg shaving. He’d grabbed a pair of vertical metal handles that were anchored into the marble, maybe five feet off the floor. She’d wondered if the holds were there for sex, as Zane’s action seemed to confirm. He was bent forward, butt out and back twisting sensually as Trey massaged it and licked his spine. The view of Zane’s long clenching legs was pretty spectacular.

Trey was laughing at Zane’s curses. “She’s coming back,” she heard him assure Zane over the water. “Don’t be so impatient.”

“Then don’t tease me.”

“I have to.” Trey nuzzled his tailbone. “Making you crazy is too much fun.”

Rebecca was a little sorry to interrupt. “Here,” she said, holding out the lube.

The laughter in Trey’s eyes settled into warmth as he accepted it. “Thank you.”

She bit her lip, incapable of saying more. Smiling, Trey squeezed the stuff down Zane’s crack. When the stream reached the spot he wanted, he pushed it gently in with both thumbs. Zane’s knuckles whitened on the handholds.

“His nerves like this,” Trey said in a quiet voice. He moved his thumbs slowly in and out, essentially fucking him with them. “He has a lot right around his entrance. In the right context, the stimulation is very sexual.”

This context seemed to qualify. “Christ,” Zane said, unable to resist arching his rear closer.

Trey fulfilled the wordless request with more stroking, seeming to enjoy massaging him. Only when Zane whimpered did he pull away. He washed his hands in the shower, then held out his palm to her. Rebecca supplied a condom, thrilling to the sight of him rolling it down his big erection.