The Billionaire Bad Boys Club (24 page)

“Okay?” he asked, soothing her now blazing nipples with his thumbs.

She nodded, somewhat surprised for enjoying it. She couldn’t doubt she had. The pulsing of her clit had just doubled in tempo. As if he knew, Trey stepped between her knees. He sat her up, yanking her to the edge of the hood with a vigor that caused her skin to skid on the cherry paint.

It didn’t hurt, but it made her gasp as well. She hadn’t expected her sweetheart boss to be quite this decisive. Zane did, apparently.

“Here,” he said, tossing Trey a small object.

The object was a condom. Trey caught it in one hand and yanked his zipper down with the other. That left him a hand short.

“Take my cock out,” he ordered her.

It absolutely was an order. Rebecca had given enough of them to recognize the tone. Nothing inside her minded, not when the order came from him. Shaking just a little with anticipation, she spread his trouser front. His big erection pushed out his underwear. Carefully, Rebecca folded the cotton under him. She tucked the waistband beneath his balls, which resulted in lifting them. Pleased with that picture, she wrapped her hands around his hipbones, her thumbs stretched beneath his shaft. The stiffened flesh jolted with his pulse, the slit beading with pre-cum.

“I love your dragon,” she said, her right thumb running over it where the pointed tail stretched up his underside. Aside from its erotic suggestiveness, the tat was beautiful in the brightness of the garage, its colors and scales vivid.

“He’s going into you,” Trey said hoarsely. “As soon as I get this on.”

She wasn’t the only one turned on by this idea. Zane let out a low moan. Trey jerked but didn’t look at him. She suspected Trey would have liked Zane to roll on the rubber. Perhaps he didn’t want to push his luck. He did it himself instead, quickly and with deft motions. Rebecca watched him, mesmerized.

He brought her eyes back to his by slapping his palms on the car hood beside her hips. This too was a dominant gesture. She was very aware that—of the three of them—only she was naked. Moisture trickled through her folds, hot and slick. Trey leaned forward until the crest of his penis touched her where she was wet.

“I thought about this,” he said, his tone dangerous. “Every time we were together at the restaurant, no matter what else was going on, I wanted to be fucking you.”

She wet her lips, her gaze caught and held by the fire in his. She touched his penis lightly, adjusting its angle to fit his wide glans to her entrance. Trey sucked in air but didn’t move forward. “I wanted that too.”

Her answer freed him. He pushed in: one long stroke slow enough to count as careful. As his cock disappeared inside her, Zane made the same low sound he had before. Trey stopped when his slinged-up balls met her ass.

“Come closer,” Trey rasped to Zane. “Rebecca, lean back so he can see.”

Rebecca could hardly help herself. The pressure of his cock inside her was delicious. She had to arch at it. When she did, the shift in position bared the veiny width just above his root. Zane’s eyes totally locked on it. His fascination made her crazy, like the dial on her arousal was spun to ten. She needed to be taken as she never had in her life.

“Please,” she said to Trey, her grip tight where she hung on his strong shoulders. “Please do this.”

Trey snapped his reins but good. His smooth hard strokes reverbed along every nerve in her abdomen. The result was heaven and hell together—making her want desperately to come, yet also to go on like that forever.

“Rebecca,” Trey gasped in that way he had, as if her name was one he knew intimately. She supposed she understood why now. He’d been dreaming of her for years.

The thought excited her even more; the crazy intensity he brought to every plunge into her. Her breasts bounced on her ribcage, drawing his eyes to them. He palmed one, thumbed one, then simply gripped her hips and churned. That must have been what he wanted most. His head tipped back with pleasure, his Adam’s apple standing out. Groans issued from his chest and echoed through the garage. Rebecca dug her fingers deeper into his shoulders and timed her upward humps to his.

“Fuck,” he cried, approaching some crisis. “Fuck. Fuck.”

As amazing as his actions were, she couldn’t forget Zane. From the corner of her eye, she saw him wrap his crotch in a killer grip. He didn’t rub his bulge, but—boy—was he squeezing. New heat streaked through her at the sight of his white knuckles. Her pussy contracted helplessly around Trey’s shaft.

This shot Trey to a new plateau.

Groaning, he slammed her back down onto the car. His hands caught her wrists, trapping them so he could pull her arms out and up. Rebecca’s body writhed. She wasn’t fighting the hold but enjoying how unbreakable it was. Trey seemed to like her faux struggle. His cock stretched and throbbed inside her, his thrusts resounding against the car’s metal. His groans had devolved to snarls.

“I’ve got you too,” Rebecca panted, pulling her heels inward for his next drive. “You’re not getting away from me.”

She was small, but she was wiry. She used more strength on Trey than she would have dared with another man. The muscles of his butt clenched for her, giving her heels lots of firmness to dig into. His hips began to twist with his plunges, as if he craved the strongest possible pressure on every part of his cock at once.

Maybe Zane’s view of Trey going in and out wasn’t as good as before. He stepped right up to the car, his free palm planted inches away from her. He was so close Rebecca registered the waves of his body heat.

Trey gasped, sweaty hands threatening to slip on her outstretched wrists. “God, you’re so . . . fucking . . . tight.”

He swelled one more millimeter, and that was it for her. The sensations coiling inside her sex burst in an explosion of sweet feelings. Trey jerked his cock up into her, and up into her, like he couldn’t stop the motions. Bending, he caught her nipple in his mouth and sucked. He came like that, his moans of ecstasy vibrating through her breast.

He didn’t release her nipple or her wrists until they’d both finished.

“God.” He straightened and pressed a soft kiss into her brow.

Her arms were trembling from being stretched, but she wrapped them around him. Oh that felt good. His nice shirt was damp with sweat, his lean and powerful body warm inside it.

“Next time, no clothes for you,” she slurred.

He laughed, still breathless, then turned his head to check on Zane. His friend had let go of himself and was astonishingly hard, his prick pushing out his zipper like a tent pole. A star of creases in the cloth attested to the force with which he’d gripped it. Like Trey and Rebecca, he was breathing raggedly.

“Saving that for something special?” Trey suggested.

His arch words didn’t amuse Zane. “Shit,” he said, sounding shaken. “I can’t— I’ll catch up to you two later.”

“Zane,” she called a second before Trey did.

Zane stopped in the middle of striding off. He turned his head back to them. “I’m okay,” he said over his shoulder. His breath came out on a shaky laugh. “I guess Rebecca isn’t the only one who needs to think.”

“Shit,” Trey swore after he was gone.

Rebecca touched his shoulder.

“Sorry,” he said, maybe believing he shouldn’t let her see he was upset.

“That’s okay. Of course you want him to be all right with this.”

Trey wagged his head ruefully. “I went at you like a crazy man. He saw how into it I was.”

“It turned him on, Trey—a lot. He couldn’t take his eyes off us.”

“I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

“I don’t think that was the problem.”

Trey pulled gently out of her.

“I don’t,” she repeated, because he remained troubled. “And I’m probably an expert on the sort of things people can have problems with.”

He smiled crookedly, his fingers smoothing her hair back from her hot face. The caress was spine-meltingly pleasant. “I don’t know how to hide my feelings. I don’t know how to slow them down. I’ve been waiting too long to let them out.”

God, his sweetness made her eyes sting. She stroked his hair like he was stroking hers. “You have to be yourself,” she said, more than half wishing her nature was as brave as his. “Once you start pretending, you tend to get stuck with it.”

He kissed her then, and helped her hop off the car. “Grab your clothes,” he said. “I’ll give you the dollar tour of Sodom and Gomorrah.”

~

Zane and Trey’s garage was bigger than most houses. Clad in brick and draped in ivy, it resembled a residence from outside. Rebecca was dressed again, at least haphazardly. Following Trey, she padded barefoot across the long stretch of grass to the house proper. A bright partial moon lit what appeared to be very spacious, very picturesque landscaped grounds. The plantings were nicer than Boston Common. No question about it: Rebecca had left the humdrum world.

Trey caught her hand as she slowed to gawk. “Do you like it?” he asked, long fingers squeezing hers.

“It’s beautiful.”

He smiled, seeming to hear her unsureness. “We earned it,” he reminded. “I doubt we grew up any fancier than you.”

His hand was warm. Though she tugged a little, he didn’t allow her to pull away.

“Let me,” he coaxed. “I like this kind of thing.”

It seemed silly to object when he’d just ravished her atop a car. Holding hands wasn’t more serious than that. She had no cause to feel self-conscious simply because the gesture might be interpreted as romantic. She didn’t have to interpret it that way.

The problem was, part of her wanted to.

Trey let her in to his and Zane’s mansion via a side door. Whatever staff lived in were snug in their beds. Trey and she had the plush antique-laden halls to themselves. Here and there she spotted a touch of modernity—an abstract sculpture on a pedestal, a bold contemporary painting, a streamlined chair or lamp. Mostly, though, Zane and Trey’s furnishings were old. They looked comfortable to her, but they weren’t what she was used to . . . or what she’d expected.

The dollar tour didn’t reveal evidence of Sodom or Gomorrah. It also didn’t reveal Zane. Short of opening every one of the zillion doors, Rebecca couldn’t imagine how they’d find him.

“And this is our suite.” Trey opened one half of a set of paneled doors on the third floor.

The doors led to a shadowy sitting room. Through the arch behind that was an orgy-sized heavy wooden bed, its design reminding her of pews in a cathedral. The suite took up the end of the floor. Tall paned windows brought in light on three sides. At the moment, the light was strictly nocturnal. No lamps had been turned on. The space was peaceful and empty. Zane wasn’t here either.

Trey exhaled a small disappointed sigh.

“I should let you wait for him,” Rebecca said. “Give you a chance to talk. I’ll be fine sleeping in a guest room.”

“I wouldn’t be fine with that. I’d rather you slept with us.”

Rebecca looked at her bare toes. It seemed impolite to point out that
us
didn’t exist right then.

Trey repeated the quiet sigh. “If Zane wants to avoid us,
he
can take a guest room.”

“I don’t want to create awkwardness between you.”

Trey took her face in his hands. “What do you want for you, Rebecca? What would you choose if you had no one to consider but yourself?”

The question was hard to answer. She wanted to stay with him, but she was frightened to. She was bet he’d cuddle, that he’d hold her and stroke her until she fell asleep. She also bet she’d like it.

He laughed at the length of her hesitation. “You’d think I was offering you a line of cocaine.”

He was in a way, and she feared addiction. On the other hand, did she really want to live the rest of her life never risking anything? What was the point in having survived so much if she didn’t move forward?

“I’d like to stay with you,” she confessed shyly.

He smiled, hands sliding from her cheeks to her shoulders. “Good,” he said. “I’ll give you the dime tour of our suite.”

~

Zane hadn’t gone inside after he left the garage. His feelings were too intense, and he’d needed air. He’d strode stiff-legged and stiff-cocked to their lagoon, a small manmade lake he and Trey sometimes rowed out on. The reeds at the edge were tall, the water wavery with moonlight. Zane calmed a bit as he stared at it.

He’d expected jealousy to be his worst problem. He did have a possessive streak. To his surprise, when he’d watched Trey and Rebecca fuck on that car, he hadn’t known who to be jealous of. He wanted to be taken with the animal single-mindedness that Trey was taking her, but he’d also wished her tight hot body were all his to play with.

She was so damn cute, so touchably firm and curved. He hadn’t realized watching Trey’s cock pump in and out of her pussy would flip his brain upside down. Her wetness had gleamed on Trey’s shaft, on his swollen veins, on her engorged clit, the flow lubricating each fervent thrust. It seemed perverse that she was naked and he was dressed, like she was extra vulnerable. Her beautiful pink nipples had stood out like fingertips on her bouncing breasts. Zane had longed to suck them even as he’d longed to suck Trey’s. Torqued by what he was doing, Trey’s had beaded behind his shirt as if it were December.

When Rebecca pulled the trick where she hammocked Trey’s balls on his underwear, she could have been trying to drive Zane insane. He was accustomed to having a strong sex drive, but from their first hungry kiss, Trey and Rebecca had shot his through the stratosphere.

He couldn’t help thinking a real man wouldn’t enjoy watching a friend screw the girl he wanted . . . or vice versa.

He didn’t know how to handle it. He felt like he was out-of-control drunk, and someone ought to take his car keys. He couldn’t join in with them. Sliding behind that wheel would be dangerous. He’d crash and break into pieces. He needed more control before he went to them.

He groaned to the clear night sky. The thought of going to them punched his cock hard again. Were they making love even now? Was Rebecca running her hands over Trey’s lean torso? Was Trey’s adorable ass clenched with longing for someone to fuck it?