The Billionaire Bad Boys Club(83)

He gasped as Trey cupped his balls and pressed upward. The outside pressure added to the inner was stellar.

Trey did something to Rebecca too, because she moaned and squirmed.

“I’m going to finish her,” Trey warned. “Thrust if you’re going to.”

Oh Zane was going to. He drew back, pulled in a breath, then drove strongly into her. Rebecca cried out with pleasure.

She groaned when Trey made good on his promise and sucked her clitoris.

Zane snarled. Her pussy was immediately wetter, and softer, and when he thrust again she thrust back at him just as hard.

“Yes,” she said. “Please.”

Her short fingernails pricked his arms.

“Hold her hips still,” Trey growled.

Zane steadied them and went at her full throttle, pumping through that sweet wet tightness as if it could save his life. He couldn’t stop. His nerves screamed for release, his instincts for conquest. Rebecca let out little cries that told them how close she was. Trey wasn’t teasing and neither was Zane. Together, they drove her harder, higher . . .

Her sheath sucked at him and quivered with orgasm.

She pulled his climax from him. Timing it perfectly, Trey’s fingers contracted on his sac. The top of his head came off as ecstasy rushed from him—so hot, so strong, he couldn’t hold back a bellow. Rebecca’s head was arched back over his shoulder. He’d cupped her breast as he came, and now her heart pounded in his palm, her hardened nipple pulsing. She lifted her hand to cover his.

He couldn’t hold back his contented sigh any more than he had his shout.

“Zane,” she said, nuzzling him on the jaw.

He looked down. Trey’s cheek rested on her pubis, his dark hair mingling with hers. Rebecca’s second hand petted him.

Tears rose into his eyes, but he wasn’t sure what fueled them. Not jealousy. Maybe protectiveness. Did Rebecca understand how strongly Trey could love? Would she be careful not to lead him on if she couldn’t return his feelings? Trey was the romantic. Rebecca seemed more like Zane. Could he trust her to be like him in looking out for Trey? Trey wasn’t a child or anything like that. He simply didn’t shield his heart as well as most people.

Confused by his own reactions, Zane cleared his throat. “Ready to get off this ride?” he asked Rebecca.

Her lips curved. “For now,” she said.

~

Rebecca had never liked massages. The idea of putting herself in someone else’s hands so they could relax her didn’t sit right with her. If she couldn’t relax by herself, she wasn’t sure she wanted to.

“Stop wriggling,” Trey scolded, giving her bare bottom cheeks a swat. “You’d think this was the torture rack.

She lay face down on a professional style table in another of the playroom’s niches. Pillar candles lit this one, and soft pink rose petals strewed the floor. Both men were smoothing warm scented oil over her. She knew she ought to be enjoying it. Most likely, a normal woman would.

“I’m sorry,” she said, flinching when Trey touched her foot. “Getting massages gives me performance anxiety. The masseurs all feel obliged to tell me how tense I am.”

Trey snorted as Zane pressed his oiled hands more firmly into her back. He stood at her head, bending over her. When his stroke reached her butt, he drew up it again. “We’re not tying you down for this, sweetheart.”

“I’m not asking you to. But, um, maybe I could massage one of you instead?”

“No,” the men said in unison.

“You gave yourself marks from twisting in the restraints. We want to rub them away.”

This reasoning came from Zane. She knew they’d have massaged her regardless, or why the rose petals? They’d planned to do this to her. She heaved a suffering sigh.

“Oh you poor thing,” Trey mocked, making smooth passes around her calves. “We feel so sorry for you.”

Because Rebecca’s face was hidden in the table’s hole, she let herself smile a bit. “You could talk to me—you know, for distraction.”

“Oh brother,” Trey said at her overly innocent manner.

“You practically abducted me. The least you could do is answer a few questions.”

“What questions?” Trey asked.

Rebecca hadn’t actually planned that far. She curled her toes as she considered. “Have you always played games like this with each other?”

“No,” Zane said. “And we don’t always play them now. They’re like an extra spicy meal. You wouldn’t want to eat it every night.”

“And when you play with other people, do you play with women or men or both?”