“I thought we were waiting until we got home.” Anticipation shot through her.
“Oh, we’ll have lots to do at home.” Zach echoed Logan’s earlier statement, and his hand glided down her back to the zipper on the dress. In seconds it gaped around her shoulders. He tugged it forward and Jazz let it slip down her arms. Was she really getting naked with him in the back seat of the car?
Correction, she got naked. He still wore his suit.
“Are her nipples still hard?” Logan asked, in the most conversational of tones.
Zach’s palm glided over one. “Affirmative. Sensitive, too.”
“Hmm, is this a passive sport or can I play, too?” She pulled the dress top down and it bunched around her waist. This was a game all three could play. She climbed over, letting him brace her balance—trusting him.
“Fuck…this is gonna be a long drive.” Logan sighed.
“Then go faster,” Jazz tossed over her shoulder as she urged Zach’s zipper down. He wasn’t wearing any boxers and his cock was as hard as stone. She got wet all over again. “We need to get home now.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Chapter Eleven
Zach couldn’t get out fast enough after Logan slammed the car into park. The ride home involved way too much teasing. If she were one hundred percent healthy, he’d have impaled her on his cock right there in the backseat. As it was, he’d damn near come in her fingers as she caressed his dick. Logan tossed his suit coat around her and picked her up.
“I can walk.”
“We know,” they chorused.
“But we’re moving at double time.” Zach locked the car and cut around Logan to climb the stairs. He glanced over his shoulder at her soft little gasps and wasn’t surprised to see his best friend’s fingers tucked between her legs.
Inside the apartment, they locked up and headed for the bedroom. He stripped on the way, uncaring of where the clothes hit. He wanted to be naked with her. He’d been in a permanent state of self-denial since he’d nearly driven into her in the shower on her first day out of the hospital.
His cock strained free. He didn’t slow his pace all the way to the bedside table. The low lighting gave them enough to maneuver but was better for her eyes. He found the box of condoms they’d stored in the drawer. Supplies were stocked into every bedroom, because when the time came—and they knew it would—they weren’t going to let anything stop them.
Tearing open a foil packet, he rolled the condom on and sat down on the bed. Logan stood a foot away, Jazz wrapped in his arms as they kissed. Zach’s heart jerked watching the slow, languorous passion and affection twining in their connection. With ball-aching slowness, Logan released her legs and she slid down his body until she stood.
Zach leaned forward and tugged the dress down the rest of the way. Somewhere between the restaurant and the bedroom, her shoes had vanished. Her panties were still in the pocket of his jacket. With shaky fingers, he peeled back the jacket and tossed it toward a chair. Logan lifted his head, and Jazz leaned back, right into Zach’s waiting arms. He brought his hands up and cupped her breasts. Her nipples were swollen points.
“Do you still like having your nipples licked, baby?” He pressed a line of kisses along her ear and down the column of her throat. He pinched the hard peaks, rolling the tips with his fingers. Her long, throaty moan went straight to his cock. It sandwiched right up against her virgin ass. She was nowhere near ready to take him there. But they would have all the time in the world to play. He’d imagined how fabulous it would be to take her ass as Logan slid into her pussy, but not tonight. They’d discussed the idea several times, in person and on the phone, a fantasy they all shared. But tonight was about showing her how much they loved her.
Logan’s clothes hit the floor as Zach continued the slow tease. As eager as he’d been inside the car and as tight as he was wound, he wanted to make this last for her, because as soon as he sank into her wet heat, he would blow.
“Work on her clit.” Logan stepped up in front of her and leaned down to run his tongue over a nipple. Her ass clenched, the cheeks squeezing his cock, and Zach let out a hissing breath. He dropped his hands down to her thighs and began a slow, massaging rub until her legs parted. Her pussy was soaking wet from all their attention. He fingered her clit, gradually increasing the pressure. Her hands were lost in Logan’s hair as he played with her breasts. Zach grew harder staring down at the flushed, plumped points.
Her ass ground against him, ramping up the pressure in his balls.
“Oh God, that feels so good.” Jazz’s low moans were killing him.