The Billionaire Bad Boys Club(103)

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.

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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.#p#分页标题#e#

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.”