She was glad they were being careful. Their combined strength could have bruised her. As it was, their combined energy—their huffs and groans and sweaty bunched muscles—drove her excitement to heights she hadn’t known it could reach. She wasn’t able to hold back her responses. Moaning with pleasure, she gripped Trey’s side and Zane’s arm and prayed the little iron bed would survive the beating it was taking.
Trey made a noise as Zane thumped something good inside him.
“Fuck,” Trey said, shoulders hunched, head dropping to her shoulder. “Unh. Yes. Keep fucking me right there.”
Zane clamped his fingers around Trey’s hip to continue pummeling him at the same angle. His eyes were screwed shut, and a vein stood out at his temple. Trey found a sweet spot in her and blotted out the image.
Her spine arched off the bed, despite the men’s weight on her. Trey grunted at the strength of her contractions on his cock. She couldn’t stop them. She needed to work against his thickness like she needed to gasp for breath. Just when she thought the pleasure couldn’t get more intense, someone’s thumb compressed her clit and rubbed.
She keened, fingernails scoring skin.
The men sped up at her cry, maybe too excited not to, maybe greedy to join her. The effect of their acceleration was inevitable. Zane hissed, big body locking as he lost it and shot his climax into Trey. Trey’s chest arched back from her. His expression was ecstatic. He was almost there, straining to go over even as he tried to hang on. With the last of her brainpower, she remembered a trick Zane had shared with her, one he said Trey especially got off on. She slid her hands up his heaving ribs . . .
And yanked off both nipple clamps.
Trey cried out at the sudden pain, cock jamming deep into her to spill.
“Christ,” he gasped. His prick throbbed hard, shooting everything he had with abandon.
Neither man collapsed, but they probably wanted to. Thanks to the domed room’s acoustics, it sounded like a dozen people were panting inside it.
“Whew,” Rebecca said once she had sufficient breath. “I guess that screw we had left over wasn’t important.”
“What screw?” Trey asked hoarsely. A drop of sweat plopped from him onto her belly.
“From putting the bed together. Zane and I had one left over when we were done.”
Trey chuckled, then sucked a breath as Zane pulled out of him without warning.
“Sorry,” he said, staggering off the bed with one hand on the foot rail to support him.
In less of a hurry, Trey withdrew from her with a groan. He sat up in the clear spot between her legs. She didn’t know where the men found the strength to move. To give himself more room, Trey pulled her right calf across his lap. He stroked it and her foot as he watched Zane zip up.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Of course I am,” Zane said. “That was incredible.”
He wasn’t telling the whole truth. Though he was smiling, the creases around his eyes seemed strained. Rebecca guessed he hadn’t meant to take Trey while Trey took her. He’d been swept up in the overwhelming heat of the moment—and now that heat was over.
She had no doubt Trey saw this as clearly as she did.
Discovering she could sit up after all, she laid her cheek on Trey’s shoulder. “Thank you,” she said to both of them.
“Thank you,” Trey corrected. “That was a great surprise.”
Rebecca rubbed his chest, suspecting he could use the comfort. For a while there, he’d had everything he wanted.
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You’re not going to run, Zane ordered himself. You’re not going to be surly. You don’t want to hurt Trey that way.
He rescued his shirt from the playroom floor but didn’t put it on. God, he’d come hard. His cock was limp from it—and from going at Trey like a jackhammer. He’d loved knowing Trey was inside Rebecca, loved that each thrust into Trey’s ass pushed his friend’s cock harder into her. Rebecca couldn’t have missed what fucking Trey did to him, how excited he got, how he couldn’t have stopped what he was doing for anything. She’d gotten off on it. He shouldn’t be embarrassed.
Zane needed to purge his bastard father’s pronouncements on “real men” from his brain. So what if he wanted to lay his lips on Trey’s that second? So what if he loved touching him as much as he loved touching Rebecca?
Zane was a real man. If he’d been completely gay, that would have been the case. His father was an asshole. After all these years, Zane shouldn’t still be fighting this battle.
Dressed now, Rebecca came to him and stroked his arm. He looked at her, and she kissed his shoulder. “Don’t regret what you did,” she murmured.