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“You’re beautiful,” Trey said. “Both of you. Especially right here.”
He touched them with his fingertips where they joined. A shock of pleasure streaked up Zane’s cock, much too strong for sanity.
Trey must have seen the reaction. He smiled subtly and leaned forward.
He didn’t pretend to be avoiding Zane. His tongue dragged up the strip of shaft that bulged outside Rebecca before continuing up her folds to her clit. Zane made a noise, then she did, and then Trey swiped them both again. The joint tongue job made him crazy. His cock twitched like a mad thing, which Rebecca must have felt. He hated that he couldn’t hide his reaction to Trey licking him, but part of him loved it too.
He gasped as Trey cupped his balls and pressed upward. The outside pressure added to the inner was stellar.
Trey did something to Rebecca too, because she moaned and squirmed.
“I’m going to finish her,” Trey warned. “Thrust if you’re going to.”
Oh Zane was going to. He drew back, pulled in a breath, then drove strongly into her. Rebecca cried out with pleasure.
She groaned when Trey made good on his promise and sucked her clitoris.
Zane snarled. Her pussy was immediately wetter, and softer, and when he thrust again she thrust back at him just as hard.
“Yes,” she said. “Please.”
Her short fingernails pricked his arms.
“Hold her hips still,” Trey growled.
Zane steadied them and went at her full throttle, pumping through that sweet wet tightness as if it could save his life. He couldn’t stop. His nerves screamed for release, his instincts for conquest. Rebecca let out little cries that told them how close she was. Trey wasn’t teasing and neither was Zane. Together, they drove her harder, higher . . .
Her sheath sucked at him and quivered with orgasm.
She pulled his from him. Timing it perfectly, Trey’s fingers contracted on his sac. The top of his head came off as ecstasy rushed from him—so hot, so strong, he couldn’t hold back a bellow. Rebecca’s head was arched back over his shoulder. He’d cupped her breast as he came, and now her heart pounded in his palm, her hardened nipple pulsing. She lifted her hand to cover his.
He couldn’t hold back his contented sigh any more than he had his shout.
“Zane,” she said, nuzzling him on the jaw.
He looked down. Trey’s cheek rested on her pubis, his dark hair mingling with hers. Rebecca’s second hand petted him.
Tears rose into his eyes, but he wasn’t sure what fueled them. Not jealousy. Maybe protectiveness. Did Rebecca understand how strongly Trey could love? Would she be careful not to lead him on if she couldn’t return his feelings? Trey was the romantic. Rebecca seemed more like Zane. Could he trust her to be like him in looking out for Trey? Trey wasn’t a child or anything like that. He simply didn’t shield his heart as well as most people.
Confused by his own reactions, Zane cleared his throat. “Ready to get off this ride?” he asked Rebecca.
Her lips curved. “For now,” she said.
~
Rebecca had never liked massages. The idea of putting herself in someone else’s hands so they could relax her didn’t sit right with her. If she couldn’t relax by herself, she wasn’t sure she wanted to.
“Stop wriggling,” Trey scolded, giving her bare bottom cheeks a swat. “You’d think this was the torture rack.
She lay face down on a professional style table in another of the playroom’s niches. Pillar candles lit this one, and soft pink rose petals strewed the floor. Both men were smoothing warm scented oil over her. She knew she ought to be enjoying it. Most likely, a normal woman would.
“I’m sorry,” she said, flinching when Trey touched her foot. “Getting massages gives me performance anxiety. The masseurs all feel obliged to tell me how tense I am.”
Trey snorted as Zane pressed his oiled hands more firmly into her back. He stood at her head, bending over her. When his stroke reached her butt, he drew up it again. “We’re not tying you down for this, sweetheart.”
“I’m not asking you to. But, um, maybe I could massage one of you instead?”
“No,” the men said in unison.
“You gave yourself marks from twisting in the restraints. We want to rub them away.”
This reasoning came from Zane. She knew they’d have massaged her regardless, or why the rose petals? They’d planned to do this to her. She heaved a suffering sigh.
“Oh you poor thing,” Trey mocked, making smooth passes around her calves. “We feel so sorry for you.”
Because Rebecca’s face was hidden in the table’s hole, she let herself smile a bit. “You could talk to me—you know, for distraction.”
“Oh brother,” Trey said at her overly innocent manner.
“You practically abducted me. The least you could do is answer a few questions.”
“What questions?” Trey asked.
Rebecca hadn’t actually planned that far. She curled her toes as she considered. “Have you always played games like this with each other?”
“No,” Zane said. “And we don’t always play them now. They’re like an extra spicy meal. You wouldn’t want to eat it every night.”
“And when you play with other people, do you play with women or men or both?”
Zane’s hands hesitated in moving down her spine.
“We invite both,” Trey said. “But Zane and I only play with women and only separately.”
This suggested their trusted friends didn’t know they were a couple. That was a level of secret keeping worthy of her.
“That’s all you’ve got?” Trey said when she paused. “Those are all the answers you want from us?”
“Now you’re inviting trouble,” Zane chided.
Maybe he was. Rebecca wriggled up on her elbows and looked at Trey. “Can I ask you something personal?”
His face tightened. She thought she knew what thought had crossed it. He assumed she wanted to ask why he liked tying people up.
“It’s about your dad,” she said, which maybe wasn’t any better.
“Okay,” he said cautiously.
“Zane said your dad beat you for different reasons than his.”
“And you want to know what they were.”
“You don’t have to tell me,” she assured him.
Trey’s hands had stilled on her legs. He stood to one side of the table, working on her lower half. When his gaze met hers, it was steady but guarded.
“My dad’s father abused him sexually. I never met him, and my dad didn’t follow in his footsteps, but he was very weird about anything to do with sex. I wasn’t supposed to date or jack off or watch certain TV shows. If I gave any indication I wasn’t a eunuch, he got really uptight. In his way, I think he was trying to insure I never did to anyone what was done to him.”
“He tried to teach you sex was dirty. He tried to beat it into you.”
“Yes.” Trey seemed relieved she understood. He smiled unexpectedly. The expression was so compassionate it awed her. He wasn’t angry with his father—not like she would have been.
“I don’t know why,” he said, “but I never believed him. I always thought sex was good. I guess I’m lucky that was the case.”
Zane reached to squeeze his arm. He didn’t speak, but the depth of what he felt for Trey was clear. Trey smiled at his friend and her.
“Lie down,” he said. “We’re not done with you.”
When she returned to her prone position, her body forgot to tense against them. For once, the thoughts she was busy thinking didn’t get in the way of her relaxing.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Dare
REBECCA loosening up changed the rest of the day. Feeling proud of herself, she skinny-dipped with the men in their indoor pool, not even squeaking when the chauffeur walked in to ask if they’d need the car later. Aside from his initial startled look, the young man hadn’t eyed her, so that was all right. Zane handled it well. He’d kept his temper as he told Owens to wait for a response to his knock next time. She doubted the man would forget. After their swim, they fed the ducks in the estate’s lagoon, then enjoyed a quickie back in the bedroom suite. The sex wasn’t as intense as their time in the playroom, but Rebecca liked it because both men were laughing and playful. Around four, she left a message for the twins that she was away from home.
She didn’t say the V word. That would have alarmed them.
At four thirty, Zane and Trey checked in with their office. That was more than her restraint could take. She begged the use of a computer in their library. Scattered around the elegant book-lined room, Zane and Trey had small writing desks for guests, each with an internet-ready workstation. Palms gone sweaty, she pulled a rolling leather chair up to one.
