The Billionaire Bad Boys Club(78)

“Maybe not as wild as you’re thinking,” Trey answered. “We invite trusted friends here. And we all play responsibly.”

“Responsibly.” Rebecca wet her lips, gaze straying to the nearest shadowed niche. Was that a metal rack inside it? The sort a person could be attached to? She didn’t want to think about how hard her pussy was quivering. “Why show this to me?”

“Because we believe you’ll enjoy trying out our toys. We know you’re thinking of leaving us today. We’d like to present the strongest possible argument that you should stay for a while.”

“And you think this is it?” Rebecca didn’t have to fake her surprise. “Guys, I promise neither of you needs anything like this to turn me on.”

Trey’s smile was crooked and gentle. He hid it well, but she sensed she’d touched a nerve. This place was important to him. “It’s not about needing this to turn you on. It’s about getting past the walls people build around their passions. I think you’ll admit you have a few of those.”

“Give us one game,” Zane said, the consummate bargainer. “If you like it, we play another. We want a whole week with you, but we’re prepared to earn it a day at a time.”

She couldn’t just say yes. That wasn’t how bargaining worked. “If I play one of your games, do I get to choose one to play on you?”

If Trey’s smile had been gentle, Zane’s was devilish. “You have no idea how much Trey would like that.”

“How much Trey would.”

Zane laughed throatily. “Trey’s tastes are flexible. You can play games with him or me, and he’ll enjoy both.”

And what if I want you to play with each other? She didn’t say the thought aloud. She hadn’t forgotten Trey’s comment about Zane being embarrassed by his “gay” side. Trey was breathing more deeply than he’d been when they first walked in, like he was aroused and working to hide it. When he talked about walls, did he realize he had them? Meeting his eyes gave her the same rocked sensation as the night they met. The floor wasn’t solid. She was falling into him.

“Nobody does anything to me if his clothes are on,” she said.

“Deal,” Zane agreed, and just like that, they seemed to have one.

Trey pulled his T-shirt over his head, then shoved his shorts and briefs down his legs. As he stepped out of them, he had a half-mast erection. From what she could see, the flag was running up the pole posthaste.

“Hey,” she said breathlessly. Did they have to rush into this? But maybe they did. Zane was undressing too.

“You wanted us naked,” he said. “We’re obliging you.”

His erection was beefing up just like Trey’s.

“You didn’t have sex in the shower,” she exclaimed without thinking.

Zane tossed his last shoe into the pile of clothes Trey had started. “We made a rule for this week. We don’t get off without you.”

Boy, she wished that knowledge didn’t wind her up so well. She was vulnerable enough to their attraction. Her heart pumped in her throat as Trey stepped closer.

“Don’t I need a . . . a safe word?” she asked nervously.

Trey knelt beside her to pull down her yoga pants, a service Rebecca forestalled by grabbing their waistband. Trey tilted his head to look up her body. “Zane and I prefer to let ‘no’ mean ‘no,’ but we can give you one if you like.”

“I’ve never done this before. How would I know my preference?”

Smiling, he kissed her hip and tugged the pants free of her fingers. “Trust us then. We’ll pay attention to what pleases you.”

She guessed she did trust them, because she let Zane peel off her top. She was naked then. They all were. Standing tall as a tree before her, Zane steadied her head between his hands. His hold was more than a reassurance or a caress. The strength of his hands kept her from looking away from him. Her breathing sped up at his control, a reaction she couldn’t stop.

“I’m going to give you instructions,” he said, his bright blue eyes holding hers. “Unless you tell me you don’t want to obey, I’ll expect you to follow them. If you want to struggle, feel free. We won’t let you hurt yourself. Other than that, your words are all you need to stop this train in its tracks.”

“You won’t gag me?”

Zane’s chuckle was sexy. “Not to be cliché, but we have better uses for a mouth as sweet as yours.”

It didn’t take an Einstein to figure out that implication. Rebecca’s nipples beaded like he’d pinched them.