The Billionaire Bad Boys Club (35 page)

He didn’t look at her again. Letting her play voyeur, he reached up and wrapped his right hand beneath Zane’s on the wall handle. He settled the other on his hip, presumably to steady him.

“Ready?” he asked his friend.

“For God’s sake, get on with it,” Zane snapped.

Trey grinned, taking this as praise and not insult. Since the bench was handy, he swung one bare foot onto it. This put their respective parts at the perfect level. With a casualness that stopped her breath, Trey prodded Zane’s anus with his cock, adjusted, and then pressed smoothly in.

“Fu-u-ck,” Zane moaned, pleasure stretching out the word.

“See how good . . . waiting makes this?” Trey said.

Zane groaned and twisted his ass around Trey’s intrusion. “Do it,” he ordered. “Fuck me now, or I’ll squeeze it off.”

Trey laughed and began to swing.

She didn’t think they forgot she was there, but after a point they lost their self-consciousness. Maybe pleasure simply overwhelmed them, and they had to give in to it. She loved watching both their faces. Trey’s shoulder-length hair was wet and twisted behind his neck, Zane’s too short to obscure his expression. After a bit of Trey rolling in and out, Zane shifted one of his grips from the wall handle onto Trey’s buff arm. Trey got more serious then, which Zane seemed to appreciate. Relying on groans and broken words, he pleaded with him to go faster.

The evidence of the men’s strength enthralled her. No matter what they were doing, they were definitely male.

“Yes,” Zane said once Trey had achieved a certain pace. “There.
Deeper
.”

Trey grunted and gave him a hammer strike.

“Fuck,” Zane gasped, his head lashing.

The last thrust seemed to have struck its desired target, but this wasn’t enough for Trey. He kneed Zane’s legs wider with his own. This seemed to restrict Zane’s ability to react. He was at the mercy of how deep and fast his friend chose to go. His powerful body struggled, though it also seemed to love the trap. The sounds he made were raw, the jerking of his cock frantic. Trey released Zane’s hipbone to grab his balls, cupping them snug against his body. Though the men’s main anchor was Trey’s single handhold on the wall, Trey went at Zane so fast he could have been a machine.

“Fuck,” Zane said again, eyes squeezed, face strained. “Fuck, fuck.”

“Rub him off,” Trey panted through his wild thrusting. “Grab his penis now.”

Zane’s cock was red with excitement, thick, strutted, like a horn pointing up from his abdomen. Trey’s thrusts were shaking it, but she grabbed it around the middle, wanking her fist as hard and fast toward the crest as she’d seen men do in porn films.

Timing it perfectly, Trey added an extra
oomph
to his upward drives.

Zane’s mouth stretched wide a second before he let out a roaring shout.

His cock convulsed in her hand. Semen shot into the shower’s spray, jet after jet, like he was coming for twenty men. He made a noise like this hurt. She would have stopped rubbing, but he slapped his hand around hers, milking his ejaculation to the last drop. He didn’t stop even after he started softening.

She guessed it hadn’t hurt. She guessed it had felt
really
good.

Zane’s breath wavered out on a sighing moan, his body bending forward again.

“Wow,” he said. “That was . . .” He swallowed and had to stop speaking.

Trey let out a little laugh. “I believe the phrase you’re searching for is ‘hell to the fuckin’ yeah.’”

He pulled out and dropped to the bench, his knees giving out temporarily.

He was nearly as hard as when he’d started. Weariness rather than an orgasm caused him to flag. Watching his prick stick up even as his head dropped with exhaustion clenched her pussy on itself. She knew exactly how she wanted to work off the excitement the men had inspired in her.

“Phew,” he said. “You up for finishing this with me?”

Her eyes jerked away from his groin. Trey was looking straight at her. He laughed at her expression. “Yes, I’m talking to you. You’re the one I saved this for.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely. How many times does a man like me get to live out his hottest daydreams?” As many times as he wanted if the person he was asking was Rebecca. She didn’t know how to say this, and he held out his hand to Zane. “A little help here, please?”

Zane helped him to his feet and also to tidy up. Zane’s own hands shook with tiredness, but Trey liked his assistance. He squirmed as Zane re-dressed his erection. She suspected Zane was smoothing the latex a little better than it needed. When he stroked one finger around Trey’s balls, the caress was plainly gratuitous.

“That’s more help than I need!” Trey objected with a grin.

Zane grinned back. “You two put me out of commission. I want to make sure you’re up for doing both our parts with her.”

“Well, now I’m too up for it,” Trey said, his mood just as playful. He turned to her. “I hoped you’re primed, sweetheart. This isn’t likely to be my finest hour.”

Rebecca padded to him to twine her arms behind his neck. His hot green eyes were the only eyes in the world right then. She’d never forget their twinkle; never stop being grateful for having these memories. Seeing the emotions her gaze held sped up his breathing.

“Your finest two minutes ought to do it,” she predicted.

He took her at her word. His hands hoisted her bottom, his delicious mouth dropping to conquer hers. That was better than awesome. He had no idea how she’d hungered for his tongue.

“Mm,” he moaned at the ease with which his hardness slid into her. “Mm, Rebecca, you
are
ready.”

She couldn’t blush; she was too busy tightening her calves to pull her sheath down him. God, she needed this, needed his heated thickness stretching her sexual aches.

Maybe he sensed that. With another moan, he took two strides and flattened her into a wall.

She gasped with pleasure at how deep this drove his cock.

Trey’s body trembled against and inside hers. “I held back for this,” he whispered. “Zane was sweet as hell, and I wanted to go with him, but I held back to do this with you.”

He made her quiver—with his words, with his rock-hard body, with his breath-stealing willingness to share his soul. Rebecca’s body clamped around him, but he didn’t press in farther. Instead, he drew back, sucked air, and thrust in even more emphatically.

Rebecca’s nerves all moaned:
oh my God
. Possibly his did too. They groaned together, her nails digging into his gorgeous shoulders as he clenched her bottom. Neither of them could speak. Trey growled and gripped her tighter, his sea-bright eyes an inch from hers.

Now
, said his lips as his erection throbbed inside her.

He didn’t stop again. He pulled back for ten strong strokes—all long, all hard, all intense beyond measuring. She knew Zane was watching; she heard his quickened breathing nearby but couldn’t look at him. His presence wound her up all the same. The sensations inside her pussy approached pain as her body reached for its peak. At the eleventh stroke, she came with a cry so loud it echoed around the room.

Trey groaned back and poured his pleasure out. He came not only because of her but Zane. The storm of longing stirred up by taking Zane was now buffeting her.

When he stopped shoving into her and quaking, all of them were done in.

“I need a bed,” she moaned, squished between Trey and the silk-papered wall, which he was using to hold them up. “If you put me down, I promise I’ll try to walk.”

“You’re nice and warm,” Trey mumbled in complaint. “I don’t want to move.”

Zane added his two cents by swatting Trey’s bare ass.

“Nope,” Trey retorted. “Can’t get a rise out of me with those tricks right now.”

“Haha,” Zane said. “Let Rebecca down, and I’ll help you both into the bedroom.”

With a few more grumbles, Trey let her go. He could walk, it turned out—better than her anyway. Zane was left to bring up the rear. He flipped off the bathroom lights and began to shut the door.

~

Zane’s mind wasn’t on what he was doing. Thoughts of what he’d just experienced filled his head. He’d enjoyed it start to finish, and he remained okay with it now. He wanted to do it again—though maybe not until after he’d taken Rebecca on his own. Watching Trey have her was inspiring. Zane got ideas for things
he
wanted to do to her.

With a few of those ideas occupying his attention, it was only after he swatted down the light switch that he realized Rebecca had left the supply cabinet open. The thing was a reproduction of old-style pharmacy storage. Constructed in zinc, it included glassed-in shelves for stuff like towels, and drawers for the sort of items Rebecca had brought him and Trey. Unfamiliar with where they put things, she’d pulled all the drawers open. Too interested in not missing their show, she hadn’t shut them again.

The cabinet was close to the door. Zane didn’t bother turning the light back on before he stepped to it. If he had, he might not have noticed the tiny red eye blinking at the back of the middle drawer’s clutter.

Fuck
, he thought, his chest going icy hot.

“Trey,” he said, low and sharp.

Trey padded back to his side. “What is that?”

Zane slapped the overhead light on and dug out a small black box he knew he hadn’t put in there. “Surveillance equipment.” Feeling sick, he turned the thing over in his palm. “Wi-Fi. Sound activated. Probably a powerful battery in here. This is expensive gear.”

Trey cursed. He shot a quick look over his shoulder, but Rebecca wasn’t in hearing range. “Where’s the lens?”

Zane’s stomach clenched. “If I wanted to catch something salacious, I’d aim it where it could see the shower.”

Trey immediately strode to the enclosure. Now that he knew to look, he found it in less than a minute: a thumbnail sized wireless fisheye adhered to the top of one marble wall with waterproof adhesive. Zane had been facing it while Trey fucked him. It would have seen everything.

Hands shaking, he pried open the box he’d found. As he did, the power light winked off.

Trey returned to his side to peer at its innards. “There’s no storage chip in there.”

“No,” Zane agreed tightly. “It’s sending the signal from the lens somewhere else, probably through the house network.”

“It wasn’t Rebecca,” Trey said defensively.

“Fuck’s sake,” Zane snapped, still speaking in a low tone. “I know that. Rebecca wouldn’t do this in a million years.” He set the opened box on a stack of towels, not wanting to touch it. “It had to have been someone on the staff. Getting access is too difficult for strangers.”

“They’ve all been with us for years.”

“All except one,” Zane corrected. “The one employee we didn’t vet as closely as the others because he’s related to Mrs. P—the staff member we trust the most.”

“Owens,” Trey said, hard and flat.

Zane opened his mouth to agree when Rebecca spoke from the door. He didn’t know how long she’d been there, but her pallor said she’d added up the pieces she’d overheard.

“I think I know why. I just remembered where I’ve seen him before.”

Zane and Trey responded at the same time. “You’ve seen him before?”

“Last Monday. At our VIP sneak peek for the Lounge. He, uh, helped that supermodel you said wasn’t your girlfriend out of her limo. I wasn’t paying him much attention. I assumed he was her driver.”

Zane recalled the uncomfortable weekend he’d spent with her. “That wasn’t Missy’s limo, it was ours. I wanted to get shut of her, so I took a taxi from the airport. I told Owens to drop her wherever she liked. He knew who she was. He seemed a little star struck. I thought it was funny.”

“Not so funny now,” Trey said. “Missy would have been in the mood for blood, you having just dumped her. I guess your ex-not-girlfriend and our strapping young driver found mutual interests.”

“That is not good,” Zane said.

“That is
very
not good,” Trey emphasized. He lifted his hands at Zane’s look. “Sorry. I know you kind of liked her, but that glorified swimsuit hanger is poison. The first time I met her, I knew she was hoping to stash her eggs in your basket.”

Zane hadn’t known Trey disliked her. He’d been aware Missy had ambitions. He simply hadn’t thought they were his problem. He’d been wrong about that. People like her didn’t set up secret surveillance just to watch it themselves. People like her had
E! News
on speed dial so reporters could “accidentally” catch her on dates. God, he’d been stupid. Owens had probably been spying for her when he walked in on them in the pool, maybe hoping to tell his new famous girlfriend what they’d been up to. And that business with him and Rebecca supposedly needing help assembling the bed . . . Owens had wanted an excuse to get into their secure playroom. Probably Zane ought to be grateful he’d only managed to plant a sex-cam here.

He shook his head to rid it of those thoughts. Every minute they delayed was one too many. “We need to get to Owens before he sends Missy this footage.”

Trey threw him a pair of pants and grabbed one for himself. “I say we need to beat Owens to a pulp, but I’ll settle for shutting down his snooping.”

~

Rebecca wanted to come with them, but Zane backed up Trey’s opinion that she should stay in the house.

“I don’t want you any more involved than you are. Don’t make us waste time arguing. We need to confront Owens now.”

“We won’t do anything stupid,” Trey promised, which he suspected was her main concern.

The chauffeur lived in the apartment above the ivy-veiled garage. If luck was with them, he hadn’t been watching the feed come in and didn’t know what he had. That hope died the moment they saw him behind his lit-up windows. He was hurrying from his dresser to his bed, carrying clothing to a suitcase.

“Shit,” Zane said. “He’s packing. He must have heard us find his equipment.”

They bounded up the outside stairs with Zane in the lead. Trey’s best friend didn’t bother knocking. He lowered his former quarterback’s shoulder and busted in the door.

The apartment was one big room. Owens spun around to them.