Zane didn’t miss the reaction, though it wasn’t Trey he cautioned.“Careful,” he said to Rebecca. “Don’t use your lips. Just lick him around the head.”She was very serious, like she truly had to follow his instructions. Her earnestness got to Trey more than any roleplaying could. Positively tormenting him, she licked him—circles and swipes and soft little flicks across that sensitive pulsing flesh. Beads of pre-cum welled from his slit. She gathered them until he trembled, until his veins began to stand out. He couldn’t hold on much longer. He wanted to give in too badly. As if he knew, Zane finally said stop.Without being told, Rebecca retreated to the bed’s head rail. Her eyes were wide, her breathing nearly as broken up as Trey’s.“Prisoner,” Zane said, his manner all authority. “You’re going to take ten strikes, and you’ll count them aloud for me.”Trey counted. Each stiff blow was hard. At first they were welcome, because they helped him back off the edge, but soon they excited
Trey sucked in air as Zane’s hand found them. Whatever he was doing felt good to Trey.“Please,” he moaned, straining and squirming inside her.“Please more?” Zane mocked, doing whatever it was again. “Or please stop before I make you come?”Unable to answer, Trey bit his lip hard enough to turn it white.Zane released him. “Your unworthy ass has had enough. You’ll take the next five across your back.”He returned to the foot rail, drawing the short lash along his hand. Rebecca could see him now without turning, but he wasn’t focused on her. The bulge at his crotch was huge, lines of sweat rolling through the golden hair on his bare chest. His big taut body was beautiful, his expression utterly determined. She was afraid and excited at the same time.As if Trey knew Zane was readying himself, he clamped her bottom tighter and rested his brow on hers. Zane filled his lungs with air.Sound burst from both men in tandem as the sixth lash fell.“Unh,” Trey grunted for the seventh, hips twi
THE rest of the week flew by faster than Rebecca thought possible. Each day felt more relaxed than the last, until she actually began to worry she’d get back into work mode. They made love, they played, they had lazy conversations over Mrs. Penworth’s straightforward but tasty food. On Saturday, they took the yacht out, where the men finally relented and let her cook for them.Afterwards, the night was cool enough that they snuggled in one shared blanket out on the Bad Girl’s deck. The captain had anchored in the bay, beyond the reach of the city lights. Thousands of stars danced on the wavering mirror of calm water. The universe was big, and the three of them were small. That they’d come together was a miracle.“This is the best,” she sighed against Zane’s chest, happily tucked naked between the men on an island of lounge cushions. “I’m going to remember this forever.”Trey rubbed his cheek on her shoulder. He was behind her with his arm draped across her waist. His hand rested on Zan
The meeting weighed on Zane’s thoughts for the rest of the afternoon—how one man’s sins affected so many. He wondered if he should tell Trey he’d met his cousins. Would Trey want to know them? Did they have enough in common beyond the blood tie? He knew he didn’t have the right to shield Trey from making his own decisions but couldn’t seem to stop himself. He wished he’d gotten a better bead on the Sharps, good or bad.Rebecca returned from her appointment distracted too. Zane expected this was due to turning her mind to work. Monday was tomorrow. She’d be back at the Lounge early.She didn’t even try to talk her way into Mrs. P’s kitchen to cook dinner.Trey attempted to de-mope the mood by dragging them to the theater in the basement to watch a movie. Zane was aware of cars blowing up and the hero saving the world. Other than that, the plot slipped by him unnoticed.“Maybe we should turn in,” Rebecca said after Trey brought the lights back up. “We all have work tomorrow.”When Zane a
The order startled her, but she complied. Zane’s cock was incredibly hard, not only pointing upward but also arching slightly back toward him. He moaned when her hand gripped him, and louder when Trey swallowed him down again. Rebecca shuddered as Trey’s lips bumped her fingers.Zane had said they wouldn’t touch her, but he couldn’t resist wrapping his arm around her waist to hitch her close to him. His side was hot, his muscles bunched with tension. She guessed the squeeze she had on his base wasn’t tight enough. Cursing, Zane released his guiding hold on Trey’s head. He grabbed his own testicles instead, tugging his sac to keep himself from coming.“Ahh,” he sighed as the urge relaxed. He rolled his hips into Trey’s mouth more smoothly. “God, Trey, that feels soo good.”She saw Trey grin around his cock. She imagined Zane felt his lips curving. “Fucker,” Zane responded, very locker-room jocular. “Jesus, you’re good atthat.”His trick of tugging down his balls won him a few extra min
Zane’s mind wasn’t on what he was doing. Thoughts of what he’d just experienced filled his head. He’d enjoyed it start to finish, and he remained okay with it now. He wanted to do it again—though maybe not until after he’d taken Rebecca on his own. Watching Trey have her was inspiring. Zane got ideas for things he wanted to do to her.With a few of those ideas occupying his attention, it was only after he swatted down the light switch that he realized Rebecca had left the supply cabinet open. The thing was a reproduction of old-style pharmacy storage. Constructed in zinc, it included glassed-in shelves for stuff like towels, and drawers for the sort of items Rebecca had brought him and Trey. Unfamiliar with where they put things, she’d pulled all the drawers open. Too interested in not missing their show, she hadn’t shut them again.The cabinet was close to the door. Zane didn’t bother turning the light back on before he stepped to it. If he had, he might not have noticed the tiny red
REBECCA’S relief when the men returned safe and unbloodied was dizzying. She jumped up from the bed and hugged them in turn.“God,” Zane said, bending to squeeze her. “I’m so sorry you’re getting dragged into this.”“It’s done,” she responded, stroking his golden hair. His face was pressed to her neck. She looked over his head to Trey. “I take it you didn’t kill Owens.”“Broken wrist,” Trey said. “Confiscated laptop. Fired and gone from the house. I’m afraid he sent the file already. To Mystique, like you guessed.”Rebecca had concluded that from Zane’s apology. She reminded herself she was good in a crisis. This wasn’t going to break her. She pushed back gently from Zane’s embrace. “I was thinking while I was waiting here. If you can’t convince that woman not to use the footage—”“I doubt we can,” Zane warned.“Then maybe you should prepare a statement. Come out as bi voluntarily. As if you’re not ashamed, but you wanted to keep it private. That’ll take at least half the wind out of t
He let himself enjoy the respite for five minutes. Then he got up to tackle Mrs.P. Trey volunteered to speak to the house manager, but Zane preferred keeping busy right then.“Stick with Rebecca,” he said. “Make sure the boys have anything they need.” Standing close, Trey rubbed Zane’s wrist with his thumb. His brows went up when Zane had to fight not to pull away. “Stop thinking about your dad and his macho code. Letting Rebecca see who you are was the right choice. Having that exposed doesn’t mean you’re being punished. It’s just Missy being a nasty cunt.”“I know,” Zane said. “In my head, I totally know.”To prove it, he kissed Trey softly on the lips—though Rebecca’s brothers still sprawled sleepily nearby.Trey pulled back from him and smiled. “Don’t let Mrs. P resign.”“I won’t,” Zane promised, knowing as well as Trey did that she’d try.His patience wasn’t completely up to soothing the guilt-stricken woman. She should have mentioned her nephew was the family troublemaker before