“But she can. We’re not opening the Lounge to the general public for a week. Unless you have business you can’t put off, now is the ideal time for a sex vacation.”
The elevator creaked to a stop in the basement. Neither man shifted to get out. “You realize she probably hasn’t taken a vacation since her dad walked out,” Zane said.
Trey opened his mouth to argue and then shut it. “Really?”
“That’s my best guess. Plus, saying the V word sets off warning bells for some chicks. You date a guy you’re getting to know. You vacation when it’s serious.”
A warning bell rang belatedly in his head. Shit. Had Missy assumed he was serious when he’d agreed to join her for the weekend?
Unaware of his mental side trip, Trey frowned stubbornly. “This is serious. And we could do it now. We could spend a whole week playing and seeing if this arrangement can work out. You said yourself you wanted to give it a try.”
He had said that. As usual, Trey was a couple steps ahead of him in commitment. Zane couldn’t deny the appeal of what his friend seemed to be aiming for—at least he didn’t think he could. He rubbed the groove between his lower lip and chin. “You’re talking long-term here? You want to make Rebecca a regular part of our lives?”
“I do.” Although Trey’s answer was firm, his hands gripped his end of the cart as if they might break it. Beneath his neck tattoo, a nervous pulse was beating. The enclosed space they stood in made the conversation feel even more intense. “I think you want it too, Zane, even if you’re not ready to admit it. You told her things you never tell anyone. You’ve thought about her as a person and not a bimbette. You’re trying to figure her out. Hell, you might have done a better job of it than me.”
“Well, I wouldn’t lay odds on that.” Zane looked into Trey’s face as he weighed the situation, aware Trey was watching every expression that flitted through his eyes. “You wouldn’t expect me to get over all my hang-ups at once?”
“Cross my heart,” Trey promised.
“She does seem to be into both of us.”
“She does,” Trey agreed.
“And into both of us taking her at once.”
“Which we’re also into,” Trey pointed out with his lips curving. “I honestly believe we’d have a better chance of victory as a team.”
Zane smiled at his coaxing tone. Trey was cute when he thought he’d won an argument. “All right,” he said. “You and I are now partners in seduction.”
That settled, Trey heaved the elevator gate open. After Trey lifted the cart’s wheels over the gap, Zane pushed it into the dark corridor. A few lights burned in the kitchen, guiding their progress there.
“If we’re partners,” Trey said, continuing their joint train of thought, “we need a strategy. I think you’re right about Rebecca being likely to resist.”
Zane’s groin took on weight at his words. A memory rolled across his mind: Trey humping her atop the red Bugatti, his hands on her outstretched wrists, her breasts bouncing merrily. She’d writhed at him cuffing her, just as she’d writhed for Zane when he restrained her with his belt.
“We have to show her the playroom,” he blurted.
Trey halted so suddenly Zane almost bumped his legs with the cart. He turned to stare back at him. “Not right away surely?”
“Yes, right away. We knows she’s afraid of relaxing, afraid of—”
“—liking things too much?” Trey suggested.
“Yes. She doesn’t know how to let go and enjoy. We need to . . . provide the illusion of taking that decision out of her hands.”
Trey considered this, but Zane was almost certain he’d agree. A tent was forming behind his dark blue robe, large enough that Zane perceived the thin silk shifting. His own robe had been rising already. Seeing Trey throw a boner finished the job swiftly.
“We’d start tomorrow?” his lover asked.
“Early,” Zane confirmed huskily.
Trey spotted the developments at Zane’s crotch. One of his eyebrows rose, but he wasn’t surprised. Neither of their appetites was modest. “Should we, maybe . . .”
“No.” The roughness in Zane’s voice increased. “At least for a while, I don’t think we should get off without her.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Bound
A MOTHERLY woman the men referred to as Mrs. P served a hot breakfast in their suite. Quiet and efficient, she also seemed good-natured.
“Let me know if you need anything you’d rather not ask these two for,” she said to Rebecca. “Whatever it is, the staff or I can get it.”