The Billionaire Bad Boys Club(71)

Trey exhaled a small disappointed sigh.

“I should let you wait for him,” Rebecca said. “Give you a chance to talk. I’ll be fine sleeping in a guest room.”

“I wouldn’t be fine with that. I’d rather you slept with us.”

Rebecca looked at her bare toes. It seemed impolite to point out that us didn’t exist right then.

Trey repeated the quiet sigh. “If Zane wants to avoid us, he can take a guest room.”

“I don’t want to create awkwardness between you.”

Trey took her face in his hands. “What do you want for you, Rebecca? What would you choose if you had no one to consider but yourself?”

The question was hard to answer. She wanted to stay with him, but she was frightened to. She was bet he’d cuddle, that he’d hold her and stroke her until she fell asleep. She also bet she’d like it.

He laughed at the length of her hesitation. “You’d think I was offering you a line of cocaine.”

He was in a way, and she feared addiction. On the other hand, did she really want to live the rest of her life never risking anything? What was the point in having survived so much if she didn’t move forward?

“I’d like to stay with you,” she confessed shyly.

He smiled, hands sliding from her cheeks to her shoulders. “Good,” he said. “I’ll give you the dime tour of our suite.”

~

Zane hadn’t gone inside after he left the garage. His feelings were too intense, and he’d needed air. He’d strode stiff-legged and stiff-cocked to their lagoon, a small manmade lake he and Trey sometimes rowed out on. The reeds at the edge were tall, the water wavery with moonlight. Zane calmed a bit as he stared at it.

He’d expected jealousy to be his worst problem. He did have a possessive streak. To his surprise, when he’d watched Trey and Rebecca fuck on that car, he hadn’t known who to be jealous of. He wanted to be taken with the animal single-mindedness that Trey was taking her, but he’d also wished her tight hot body were all his to play with.

She was so damn cute, so touchably firm and curved. He hadn’t realized watching Trey’s cock pump in and out of her pussy would flip his brain upside down. Her wetness had gleamed on Trey’s shaft, on his swollen veins, on her engorged clit, the flow lubricating each fervent thrust. It seemed perverse that she was naked and he was dressed, like she was extra vulnerable. Her beautiful pink nipples had stood out like fingertips on her bouncing breasts. Zane had longed to suck them even as he’d longed to suck Trey’s. Torqued by what he was doing, Trey’s had beaded behind his shirt as if it were December.#p#分页标题#e#

When Rebecca pulled the trick where she hammocked Trey’s balls on his underwear, she could have been trying to drive Zane insane. He was accustomed to having a strong sex drive, but from their first hungry kiss, Trey and Rebecca had shot his through the stratosphere.

He couldn’t help thinking a real man wouldn’t enjoy watching a friend screw the girl he wanted . . . or vice versa.

He didn’t know how to handle it. He felt like he was out-of-control drunk, and someone ought to take his car keys. He couldn’t join in with them. Sliding behind that wheel would be dangerous. He’d crash and break into pieces. He needed more control before he went to them.

He groaned to the clear night sky. The thought of going to them punched his cock hard again. Were they making love even now? Was Rebecca running her hands over Trey’s lean torso? Was Trey’s adorable ass clenched with longing for someone to fuck it?

“God,” he swore, covering his face. He needed half a dozen cocks to do everything he wanted to those two.

He glanced back over his shoulder to the house. He was far enough away to see the whole structure. The windows of the bedroom wing glowed gold, the only ones lit up. He knew how sweet Trey was, how he crept into a person’s heart and made them want to keep him forever. Could Zane leave Rebecca to his charms? No matter how off balance he felt right now, didn’t he want to stake a claim on her too?

His erection throbbed out a hell yeah, you do.

Maybe Trey was right. Maybe Zane had issues about exposing his “gay” side. If he wanted to enough, he’d get over them.

“Can’t do that out here,” he muttered.

Squaring his shoulders, he prepared himself for battle. He kind of had to. He wanted them both too much to remain where he was.

In the end, he’d girded himself for nothing. He’d stayed out too long. Trey and Rebecca were asleep, spooned back to front in the big California king. So hard he was shaking, Zane cursed his luck. Trey slept naked, but Rebecca wore one of Trey’s T-shirts. Trey’s arm wrapped her waist, his chin tucked above her blonde head. Already he was putting his mark on her.