“Cut it out,” Trey said.
“I’m annoyed that she’s going,” Zane replied.
“Going. Not gone. She’s right behind that door with a dozen steamy sprays shooting over her hot body.”
Zane was stripped to his boxer briefs, the stretch of which gave his cock room to twitch. “She called dibs. She wants the shower to herself.”
“And you can’t think of anything that would change her mind.”
He could think of a lot of things, one in particular. Maybe Trey knew which, because he put his hand on Zane’s shoulder. His eyes held a touch of sadness Zane didn’t like. “Don’t you want to end this week memorably?”
He did, maybe more than Trey knew. He ached to keep Rebecca, to add her to the wonderful portion of his life he’d been lucky to build with Trey. What did his hangups matter compared to that? Didn’t he owe it to Trey and himself to make this last-chance pitch as well as he could?
He stroked Trey’s forearm to his elbow, ruffling the silky hairs and causing him to shiver. Watching Trey’s pupils darken lifted his prick some more.
“Finish undressing,” Zane said throatily. “You’re going to help me convince Rebecca she’d enjoy company.”
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Aside from the pool and the library and—as of tonight—the gilded mini-movie theater, Trey and Zane’s bathroom was her favorite place in the house. Okay, the underground playroom was cool as well, plus the kitchen, from the peek she’d had at it, but the giant bath was definitely up there in her top ten.
Bigger than her bedroom at home, the bath had a glittering crystal fringe chandelier, pale green silk wallpaper, and an array of plumbing more elaborate than two American men should know how to use. Rebecca was so in love with the shower’s zillion body sprays that she hadn’t yet tried the freestanding, reheating soaker tub.
If she’d had this bathroom in her house, she might never get muscle knots.
She half-hummed, half-sang a Pink song as she soaped herself. She pushed aside the knowledge that this might be her last time here. She’d remember it. She’d remember everything.
Glass divided the shower space from the rest of the room, and she had her back to it. Given how many sprays she had on and the roar of the water, it was no wonder the men’s entrance was drowned out.
She jumped and squeaked as two warm hands settled on her shoulders from behind.
“You’re a rock star?” Trey teased her for her song choice, his lips right beside her ear. “Does that make me and Zane your groupies?”
She turned to face him. The men had stepped into the white marble enclosure, towering and naked. Rebecca became a different sort of wet when faced with their male beauty.
“Wow,” she said, taking in their taut muscles and tall erections. “If you’re my groupies, I really rate.”
Trey’s smile was beautiful. “Zane and I wondered if you could stand company.”
“No,” Zane corrected, drawing Trey’s head around. “Not company. Not yet.”
“Not company?” Trey repeated.
Rebecca’s heart skipped a beat as Zane dragged a fingertip down the centerline of Trey’s water-beaded chest. Maybe Trey’s heart skipped too. He sucked in a gasp loud enough to hear.
“I think she’d prefer a show.” Zane’s attention followed his finger across Trey’s navel. “The show she secretly wanted to see that first morning when you and I shared the shower in here.”
Zane didn’t touch Trey’s erection, but it jumped anyway. “A show with just you and me?”
“Exactly.” Zane looked into Trey’s eyes. The mist was clinging to Trey’s lashes, the sparkle making him seem dreamy. “You and me making love to each other in front of her. She can watch as closely as she wants without being distracted.”
Trey’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “You sure?”
“I’m sure.” Zane shifted his gaze to her. “That’s something you want, isn’t it?”
She’d been holding her breath without realizing. “Yes,” she said on an outward gust of air.
Zane smiled, his blue eyes simultaneously hot and affectionate. “I’d kiss you,” he said, “but I’m saving that for later.”
He kissed Trey instead, holding his face, and then his biceps, and then Trey broke and plastered the two of them front to front in a full embrace. The move shocked through Rebecca as if it had been done to her. This was how they’d kiss if they were alone—hungry and hot and hard. In the center of the spray, the men sucked each other’s tongues, their chiseled jaws and cheeks working. Trey was moaning long and low. Zane moved his hips against his lover’s, rubbing their thick erections side by side.#p#分页标题#e#