“Uh,” she said, “just how sexually adventurous are you two?”
Trey’s reassuring hand chafed her shoulder. “Why don’t we cross that bridge when we come to it?”
Rebecca’s inner muscles twitched. She wasn’t the only one to react to this conversation. The flesh her head rested on was stirring. Trey was getting an erection. So was Zane. The angle she was curled up in allowed her to see between the front seats. Zane had just tugged his trousers to give his cock more room.
The heat that poured through her then was incredible.
“Oh my God,” she couldn’t help murmuring.
“Close your eyes,” Zane advised huskily from the front. “With all you’ve had on your mind, I bet you haven’t slept much lately. You might want to rest up before we get there.”
His words caused Trey’s cock to lurch beneath her temple.
Holy smokes, she thought, her knees vised together with excitement. The reality of them wanting her and each other was sinking in. Zane and Trey were her best lovers to date. The handful of other men she’d slept with trailed far behind. To enjoy these men one at a time had set new records for her. To be taken by them both, and to watch them take each other, was bound to knock her pleasure out of the ballpark. Zane’s suggestion that she ought to rest up implied a few home runs in her near future.
How little that frightened her should have been alarming.
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Zane must have been right about Rebecca’s sleep shortage. She dropped off in Trey’s lap—one moment conscious and the next zonked out. Trey continued to pet her, shifting so that his legs stretched out and his shoulders rested against the door. His hard-on subsided but didn’t disappear. The moment felt surreal. The woman of his dreams was with him. She was using his thigh as her pillow.
“She asleep?” Zane asked, twisting his head around to see.
“Like a baby.”
Zane returned his attention to the road, fingers tapping the steering wheel. “You really okay with this? With sharing her? You’ve been thinking about her for a long time.”
“I’m okay,” Trey said, relatively sure he was. “I confess you had a tendency to creep into my fantasies about her.”
Never short on ego, Zane’s smile held a hint of smirk. “You’ve got to be the most monogamous non-monogamous guy in existence.”
“Maybe,” Trey conceded, amused. He went on more seriously, aware the topic was sensitive. “Are you ready for this, Zane? Not to sound arrogant, but whether we cross swords or brush hands or what have you, she’s going to see you want me. You’re going to expose what you think of as your gay side.”
Zane’s smirk faded—and not simply because he was concentrating on merging onto the highway. “Why don’t we cross that bridge when we come to it?”
Trey pinched his lower lip. The bridge was approaching fast, no matter what Zane preferred.
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Rebecca didn’t wake so much as slide from one pleasant dream into another. Trey was lifting her from the car, his arms hooking under hers. Her body was limp, her back muscles warm and supple.#p#分页标题#e#
“Mm,” she mumbled. “I feel so much better.”
She guessed Trey expected her to sleep through him carrying her. He’d been bending to swing her legs off the floor. When she spoke, he left them where they were and straightened. Rebecca didn’t mind. Her front rested pleasantly against his.
“Your back is okay?”
“Uh-huh.” She opened her eyes and squinted. “It’s bright in here.”
“We’re in the garage. We’re home.”
They were in a freaking airplane hanger. Everything needed to service vehicles was here, up to and including a hydraulic lift.
“Wow,” she said, craning around Trey to take it in. Two limos gleamed side by side in slots: a vintage black with a fancy grill and a classic white modern. Zane’s silver convertible was behind her. Its nearest car buddy was a shiny red Bugatti, low-slung and—even to her unsophisticated eyes—thoroughly sexy. After that, she noted two Harley motorcycles, some sort of giant black SUV, and a relatively sedate Mercury sedan.
She had a hard time imagining her beat-up delivery van parking here.
“We drive them all,” Trey said. “Or if we don’t, staff do. Zane’s weirdly attached to the car he bought in college.”
Rebecca smiled, endeared by his defensiveness. “They’re pretty. You have no idea the silly things I’d buy for my home kitchen if I could afford them.”
He smiled back, his brief tension relaxing. “My Bugatti is the prettiest.”