“I’d hope so.”
She smiled, her gaze falling to his mouth. Her fingers rose to stroke its curved edges. A tremor slid down his spine at her touch, a mini-quake that rolled out his cock and set it stirring. “Will anyone walk in on us?” she asked.
He recalled Owens interrupting them in the pool, a transgression that had bothered him more than he’d let on at the time. His and Trey’s rules were clear. The man should have known better.
That, however, wasn’t worth wasting brain space on now.
“No,” he said, angling his head in preparation to kiss her. “No one will walk in. We can do what we like.”
“I like this,” she whispered and sealed his mouth with hers.
The sex the kiss sparked was quick and hard, both of them getting naked in record time. Zane began by taking her on the chesterfield, but decided it was too soft. Yanking the throw off the sofa’s back, he shifted her to the floor. He didn’t want her getting rug burns but, oh, he liked fucking her on a hard surface. She was strong for a small woman, and she flung herself into lovemaking—each time more than the last, it seemed.
“Oh God,” he said, feeling his climax rise but unable to slow down. He had one hand on her breast and the other braced on the floor to push up his torso. Watching pleasure and desire trade places in her expression was an incredible turn-on.
“Me too,” she gasped. Her heels dug into the floor, hips slapping forcefully up to his. Her hands gripped him below the waist, urging him to pump harder. “I’m close too. God, yes, grind into me at the end.” She groaned as he obeyed. “I love that. I love—”
She came and it triggered him powerfully, her contractions like a fist yanking the delicious feelings out. He made a strangled sound as he let go, pressing even deeper into her. She cried out in a way that said that felt good. A second later, another set of inner flutters tightened wonderfully on his cock.
Humming with enjoyment, he dropped onto both elbows. Her nipples trembled with her post-orgasmic heartbeats, tickling where they brushed his chest.
“Nice,” she said between pants for air, hands rubbing his back as she smiled up at him.
“There’s a reason the missionary position is a classic.”
He stroked her damp hair from her brow. Just looking at her made him happy, knowing he’d put that dreamy, slightly smug laziness in her face. Her roving fingers slid around to his front, circling his pectorals. Zane didn’t think he ever wanted to pull out of her.
“What would you say to planning something for Trey?” she asked. “Something he thinks of as a classic . . . if it isn’t rude to suggest that now.”
Zane’s cock stopped softening inside her.
“It isn’t rude,” he said, additional gravel in his voice. “Since we’re all interested in each other.”#p#分页标题#e#
“So what’s a classic for Trey? What does he especially enjoy when it comes to sex?”
“A lot of things.” He hesitated. “Would you like to go back to the playroom?”
“Would you?” Her eyes were lambent, her pussy suddenly a little wetter, a little tighter around him.
“He likes having sex there,” Zane said. “He likes the Gothic atmosphere and the elaborate toys. He likes being hurt a bit. I think part of him believes he shouldn’t like it, but that just gives the kink more power over him.”
“And you like that,” she said, her gaze locked on him.
“I love that,” Zane admitted.
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Trey drove down country roads for hours, trying to get his head on straight. When he returned, Zane and Rebecca were sitting up in bed, seeming to have waited up for him.
“You look exhausted,” Rebecca said.
He was exhausted—and grateful they didn’t press him to talk. He crawled up between them, laid his head on Rebecca’s leg and passed out. His last conscious awareness was Zane rubbing his shoulders while Rebecca stroked his hair.
He felt better when he woke, but in his absence something had altered between the pair. They looked at each other more, both when the other knew and when he or she didn’t. Twice Trey caught them having conversations they cut off when he walked in. He chose not to ask what they’d been saying. They were entitled to interests they shared alone. For them to work as a threesome, they’d probably need them. The sense of exclusion only bugged him because he hadn’t thought his way through it. He was certain Zane had felt similarly a time or two.
When the pair disappeared in the afternoon without explanation, his rationale stopped working. They popped up again as he pretended to relax with a magazine on the back terrace.