Trey felt his mouth turn down as he tried to process this without anger.
“I’m sorry,” Rebecca added, touching his sleeve gently. “I knew you were attracted to me, and it did occur to me that seeing Zane would be awkward. He just sort of . . . charmed me.”
Zane chuckled, obviously liking that.
“You were attracted to me too,” Trey said levelly.
“Yes.” Her gorgeous mouth twisted in apology. “But you and I really couldn’t date. I thought maybe he and I could squeak away with it.”
“She did break it off,” Zane put in. “After the first time.”
“The first time? You and she slept together already?”
“Once,” Zane said. “And, uh, in the interest of full disclosure, I also got her off in my car the day we met.”
“Great,” Trey said, irritation bubbling up in him.
“Too much to get over?”
Zane’s blue eyes were worried but sympathetic, like he’d understand if Trey couldn’t forgive this. Trey looked down at his arm, where Rebecca’s hand still rested. Tiny scars marked her fingers, battle wounds from cooking. Her thumb rubbed him through his sleeve, little soothing motions she might not have made consciously. Her gaze was lowered, probably because she was more inclined to guilt than Zane. She’d feel it even when—to be fair—she wasn’t obliged to.
“Do you want me as much as you want him?” Trey asked her.
Her lashes lifted, their gold blackened by mascara for tonight. Within that frame, emotion sheened her gray eyes. She appeared to understand he wanted honesty.
“I think you’re awesome,” she said earnestly. “I’m amazed you want me. When we had sex, I felt different things than with Zane, but they were just as strong.”
“Hey,” Zane said, his turn to be aggrieved. “When did you have sex with her?”
Trey couldn’t help it. He lifted his brows and grinned.
“Shit.” Zane shook his head, thankfully more bemused than angry. “I don’t know whether to sock you or demand every damn detail.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Buck House
REBECCA hadn’t officially agreed to anything, but that didn’t seem to matter. Trey told the valet to bring Zane’s car around the back, and Zane carried her to it. Fortunately, the silver convertible was a four-door. She and Trey fit in the rear seat.
“This isn’t necessary,” she said as Trey arranged her with her head resting on his lap.
She was curled on her side, which seemed less helpless than lying on her back. Free to do so, Trey ran one hand soothingly down her tense muscles. His palm was warm, and it really did make her feel better. She steeled herself against liking it too much as Zane pulled out of the Lounge’s lot.
“At least tell me you’re taking me home,” she said.
“We are,” Zane assured her. “Our home.”
This stunned her. “Not that mansion in Lexington!”
“What’s wrong with Lexington?” Trey finger-combed her hair.
“Everybody says it’s Sodom and Gomorrah, that you throw wild sex parties on weekends.”
Zane snickered and shifted gears.
“If they claim that,” Trey said, “they’ve never been invited.”
This wasn’t the same as saying there weren’t wild parties. “I am so not interested in orgies.”
“Not even to watch?” Zane teased.
“No!” she denied too hotly. She’d have watched him and Trey getting it on with each other any day of the week.
“Don’t worry,” Trey said, returning to making seductive passes along her spine. “Zane and I only want you to play with us. When we’re really into someone, we’re not inclined to share.”
“How do you know?” Rebecca demanded. “You implied you’ve never, er, done the same woman at the same time. Maybe you’d change your mind.”
Zane burst out laughing in the front seat. “You could turn worrying into a superpower.”
“It’s a legitimate concern!”
“Of course it is,” Trey crooned. “You’ll be the boss, Rebecca. Any time you want to call a halt, we will.”
Calling a halt wasn’t the same as calling the shots. Moreover, it suggested there’d be an activity she might want to call a halt to. She remembered the game Zane played with her and his belt in this very car. She pressed her thighs together, also remembering how she’d responded. She thought she’d noticed Trey’s breathing accelerating as he restrained her wrists tonight. Was he into bondage too? When they’d had their wild monkey sex in the Lounge’s kitchen, hadn’t his style been controlling? Her pussy simmered at the flashback, a new and softer ache distracting her from the one in her back muscles.