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“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.
