“Mother fucker!” Zane groaned, his release was within reach. The sight of Beau on his knees, the feel of his big hands gripping his thighs was more than Zane could manage. “Fuck, that’s it!”
Zane couldn’t contain the release that powered through him, damn near leveling him with its intensity as he looked back up into V’s whiskey brown eyes. The hunger he saw reflected there told Zane that this night was only beginning.
Chapter Twelve
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V couldn’t believe Zane had gone through with it.
She hadn’t thought twice about instructing the scene that played out before her, but now as she watched Zane lose control, coming hard and fast and growling like a wounded animal, she wondered whether she’d made the right choice or not.
There was no doubt in her mind that Zane had never done anything like that before, nor had she ever witnessed anything quite so erotic. Watching Beau on his knees, his lips wrapped around Zane’s massive erection was the hottest fucking thing she’d ever seen.
She still had no idea what caused her to suggest it, but something in the conversations she’d had with Beau in the past had given her the impression that he might actually swing both ways. She’d been right, or at least he was interested in experimenting. When he got to his feet, both men were eyeing her, and she knew there was going to be retaliation for her little stunt.
Truthfully, she couldn’t wait. Watching the two of them was hotter than she expected, and now she was aching for them to turn that heat on her.
Both of them.
At the same time.
“On the fucking table,” Zane ordered and V knew he was talking to her. He sounded angry, but she didn’t see any malice in his gaze. Confusion, maybe. But he wasn’t looking to hurt her.
She moved in front of Zane, in the exact same spot Beau had been kneeling just a few seconds before. That gave Zane the opening he apparently needed because his warm hands slipped around her waist, lifting her and sitting her on the edge of the table. She had to move back slightly until her ass rested on the felt, but that is where she was no longer in control of what was going on.
Zane moved to one side of the table, Beau on the other and they each grabbed one hand, laying her back until she was fully prone, her feet hanging over the edge. Zane moved back to the end, rectifying her discomfort by placing the bottom of her feet on the edge of the table and forcing her knees apart.
Her back instinctively bowed up off of the table when Zane’s tongue slid eagerly down her slit, but then Beau was there, his tongue thrusting into her mouth and she tried to focus on one and not the other. Impossible.
Gripping the back of Beau’s head, she pulled him closer, trying to suck his tongue right out of his mouth while Zane was fucking her relentlessly with one finger while punishing her clit with devastating flicks of his tongue.
She wasn’t going to last. Not even a full minute and she had a feeling that was Zane’s goal. He was punishing her with pleasure, trying to overwhelm her with his hedonic assault. V didn’t want it to end, but she knew she didn’t have the strength to hold on much longer.
When Beau gripped her breast roughly, pinching her nipple until pain ricocheted through every nerve ending and landing at the spot Zane was torturing between her thighs, V imploded. She screamed, but Beau muffled her cry with his mouth, continuing to kiss her with the fierce determination she could feel in his big, beautiful body.
Finally, they both eased back from her, leaving her panting on the pool table. Before she could recover entirely, she was lifted into Beau’s massive arms and carried over to Zane’s bed. Zane wasn’t far behind and as soon as she was on her back, he was flipping her smoothly until she was facing down, her head at the side of the bed where he stood.
“Just for that, you evil little minx,” he said with a smile, “I want to feel your sweet mouth on my cock.”
Zane was in rare form, his hand sliding into her hair, gripping firmly and lifting her head before sliding his semi-hard cock between her lips. V was still turned on from all of the activity that had led them to this point, and she was eager to get Zane hard again. Propping her upper body on her elbows, V began licking and sucking until Zane was once again thrusting into her mouth, groaning.
She was startled when something cool slid down the crack of her ass, followed by the warmth of fingers teasing the sensitive hole that had never been breached until these two. The memories of those nights and the rush of pleasure that had stolen her breath made her moan and plead for Beau not to stop. V couldn’t keep from thrusting back against the sensual invasion, welcoming Beau’s fingers inside of her body. Despite the initial pain, the only thing she felt was exquisite, undeniable exhilaration.
When Zane stilled her head by gripping her hair even tighter, V managed to look up at him.
“Oh, yes, baby. Tonight we’re going to fuck you until you scream.”
V was ready to beg for it. She felt as though she had lava in her veins and even after the orgasm Zane had pulled from her earlier, she felt another one, only this one was much more violent than the first.
“Do you want that, V?”
V’s eyes flew up to meet his once again as she continued thrusting her hips back against Beau’s fingers as they fucked her slow and deep.
“Answer me, V. I need to hear you say it.”
V knew from experience that Zane could, and would, lose all control. His need to hear her confirm that she was onboard with his intentions was his way of ensuring he wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want him to do.
“Yes,” she whimpered as Beau’s fingers retreated from inside of her.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I want you both to fuck me,” she groaned, not wanting to sit around and have a conversation because she was on the verge of exploding any second. “Fuck me,” she whispered. “Please fuck me.”
Zane nodded at Beau and V felt the mattress shift as he climbed on beside her, pressing his back up against the headboard. Just when she thought she had figured out their plan, V found herself being pulled and maneuvered until she was lying flush against Beau’s now prone body. Only this time, her back was to his front, which meant...
“Oh, God!” V had no idea whether she actually could take Beau like that. Zane was big enough, and he was the only man that she had ever had anal sex with. Even in their previous threesomes with Beau, although she had taken them both at the same time, Beau had never attempted to fuck her ass, but now...
Zane crawled up between V’s legs, a bottle in his hands and V stared down her body, watching him intently. Her body was awash with sensation, her mind battling between the fear of more pain than she could bear and the insistence that the pleasure would be so worth it.
What was he going to do? He grabbed a condom from the bed beside him, opened it and retrieved the contents as she waited with bated breath for what he would do next.
“Is this what you wanted, baby?” he asked, but she had no idea what he was referring to.
And then Beau groaned like a feral beast, his hips bucking up from beneath her and V realized Zane was rolling the condom over Beau’s erection. She tried to lean forward, tried to watch because she knew how intoxicating it would be, but Beau reached around her, squeezing her breasts and holding her firmly against him. His breath came in a rush beside her ear, and she knew he was hanging by a thread.
“Son of a fucking bitch,” Beau ground the words out through clenched teeth, and V began squirming, needing Zane to get on with it. Just the thought of what he was doing, stroking Beau’s cock with the lubricant, pushed her to the edge where she hung right alongside Beau.
She was rapidly pulled back from the ledge when she felt the blunt head of Beau’s cock pushing against her anus, knowing that Zane was guiding him where he wanted him. Beau was growling, and she wasn’t even sure he realized it. His body was tense beneath hers, his hands moderately relaxing on her breasts. V was certain he was focusing on the feel of Zane’s hands on his cock.
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“Fuck that feels good,” Beau whispered against her ear and she knew what he was referring to.
By the time he was seated fully inside of her, V felt the sweat trickling down her temple, the initial discomfort finally morphing into something more manageable. When Zane began stroking her clit while Beau thrust shallowly up inside of her, V moaned.
“That’s it, baby. I want to watch Beau fuck your beautiful ass.”
Beau’s arms closed tightly around her upper body as he continued to shift, trying to go deeper, but the way their bodies were aligned didn’t allow for much movement. V wiggled, trying to increase the pressure, but no matter what she did, Beau wasn’t able to move with her on top of him.
Zane clearly noticed because he took her hands in his, pulling her until she was sitting up, with Beau still lodged deep in her ass. It was incredibly uncomfortable, but the heat she saw in Zane’s eyes erased any distress.
“Fuck him, V. I want to watch Beau bury his cock deep in your ass.”
Zane’s words shot fire through her bloodstream; the vulgar image of what was actually happening sent flames licking deep inside of her. She tried to lift herself, but she couldn’t find a rhythm that seemed to work for them both. Then Beau’s hands gripped her hips, Zane’s beneath her thighs, both men holding her up as Beau began to thrust his hips up, his cock tunneling inside of her, the friction damn near sending her into hyperspace. It felt good. So good.
V knew she should be embarrassed by what they were doing to her, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. She just wanted more. More of Beau. More of Zane.
“Ahhh, yes.” The resonant rumble of Zane’s voice came closer. He pulled his hands from beneath her thighs as he all but lay on top of her, forcing her back onto Beau’s chest. Zane was slowly pushing inside of her pussy until she felt more discomfort and a sudden, overwhelming feeling of being filled completely.
“Damn, baby, you’re so fucking tight,” Zane whispered the words, nipping her bottom lip as he leaned over both her and Beau. “Are you ready?”
V had no idea who Zane was talking to, but soon it didn’t matter when he began thrusting hard and fast inside of her, causing her body to move between the two men, impaled completely.
“Zane!” V screamed his name as her orgasm took her by surprise, causing Zane to growl and increase the pace, slamming inside of her until both men’s deep bellows filled the room as they came simultaneously.
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Zane faintly heard Beau as he left, the front door clicking shut pulling him from sleep. Glancing over at the clock on the nightstand, he saw that it was already five in the morning. Beau must’ve fallen asleep with him and V, which was not the norm, but Zane didn’t have a problem with it either. V snuggled in closer to him, her head resting on his chest, her arm across his stomach and her leg weaved with his. He pulled her closer, kissed her forehead and stared up into the darkness.
He wasn’t sure what exactly had happened that night. He couldn’t stop thinking about Beau and what happened between them. Those thoughts led to more, including his curiosity as to whether Beau was actually bisexual. How had he not known it? Zane had known Beau all of this life and never once did he get the impression that Beau might be interested in him. Sure, he’d suspected Beau might have found interest in men, more so than most men did, but he’d never thought twice about it.
Zane was the last person who would judge anyone. He knew his own sexuality deviated from the norm, with his preference for threesomes. However, he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do about Beau. No matter what happened earlier, or how obscenely good it felt in a very abnormal, strange way, Zane wasn’t interested in men. He knew himself well enough that he wasn’t confused about his own sexuality based on the events that transpired between him and Beau, but he didn’t want his best friend to get the wrong idea.
He knew what he felt for V was real. It was so much more than just sex, regardless if she accepted it or not. There was no doubt in his mind how he felt about her. It was her that he was unsure about. Zane wasn’t any more sure how she felt about him now than he had been prior to the assault, but he was witnessing V opening up in ways even he hadn’t expected.
Zane loved her.
Based on everything he knew about Vanessa Carmichael, she didn’t open up the way she had been lately. She kept herself guarded, almost relentless in her efforts to push people away. It was her defense mechanism, and Zane felt as though he were somehow managing to breach those carefully erected walls around her heart.
He intended to keep pushing her until she admitted to herself and to him just how she felt. Sure, a part of him worried that might never happen, but Zane gave himself credit for his tenacity. He wasn’t going to back off. He wouldn’t allow her to run, although she seemed to be past that at the moment. He just wasn’t sure how much longer that was going to last.
Zane closed his eyes, pulling V closer yet again, resting his chin on the top of her head as he let sleep pull him under once again.
Before he drifted off, he couldn’t help but wonder whether she might feel awkward about what happened between him and Beau that night though. He knew he had to talk to his best friend because the last thing he wanted was to lose either one of them.
Chapter Thirteen
♀♂
V wasn’t looking forward to visiting her mother, but she knew she couldn’t put it off much longer. Did that make her a horrible daughter? Probably.
Ever since Regina moved out of Coyote Ridge three years ago, their relationship had actually gotten better. V didn’t need a shrink to tell her that she harbored some resentment toward her mother for all the men she allowed to traipse in and out of their lives like they were nothing more than a brief stop on this crazy journey called life.
When it got to the point Regina couldn’t go anywhere in town without running into one or more of the men she had burned over the years, V had begged her to think about starting over somewhere else. Regina hadn’t liked the idea originally, but after some time, she began to see the merits of it. The most compelling reason would’ve been the chance to start over with a fresh batch of men if V had to guess.
Regina only lived forty five minutes away, which wasn’t all that far, but V found it a good enough reason to only visit once or twice a month. This morning, after waking up in Zane’s arms and feeling way more comfortable than she knew she should, V figured today was as good a day as any to get away. It would give her a chance to think while seeing her mother.
Two birds, one stone and all that.
When she pulled into the driveway of the small rental house, V was surprised to see her mother on in the front yard. Was she actually gardening? That was so unlike her, but truthfully, Regina had managed to surprise V a time or two over the last year anyway.
“V!” Regina exclaimed as she scrambled to her feet, a huge smile spread across her beautiful face.
Regina Carmichael was a beautiful woman. Almost too beautiful. At fifty three, she could have passed for thirty. Her hair was still long and thick, without a single strand of gray and V didn’t think she had it colored either. Her face showed a few signs of age, like the smile lines around her mouth, and the few wrinkles beside her dark, chocolate brown eyes, but other than that, Regina still looked as young as she acted.
“Hi, Mom,” V responded as she made her way up the cracked and crumbling driveway to where her mother stood. “Gardening?”
Regina looked down at the flower bed she had just been kneeling by and then back over to V. “I thought I’d give it a try.”
Based on the brilliant flowers that were blooming – in December mind you – V would say that her mother had a knack for it. Considering the weather was a lot warmer than recent years, gardening probably wasn’t such a bad idea. Not that V was going to attempt it. She didn’t even have house plants for fear that they wouldn’t live past their first watering.
A rustle at the front screen door caught V’s attention, and she glanced up onto the porch to
see a small, yellow head peering up over the bottom part of the storm door.
“A dog?” V questioned, wondering whether she was actually at the right house.
“Isn’t he precious? His name is Buttercup. I adopted him from the animal shelter two weeks ago.”
Him? Buttercup?
V looked up at the animal, then back to her mother. When V didn’t say anything, Regina stunned her by taking her hand and pulling her up the steps and into the house where a very excited Buttercup started jumping up onto her leg, barking a mellifluous puppy yap until V leaned down and rubbed his head. He was cute, she’d give him that. Although, it surprised the hell out of V that her mother had gone and gotten a dog.
The smell of cinnamon and cloves teased V’s nose as the front door closed behind her and she noticed a couple of candles lit on the kitchen counter. Candles? The only time V had ever seen her mother light candles was when she was expecting a man to come over. “Expecting someone?”
“No, why?” Regina looked confused as she glanced around, apparently trying to see what V was looking at.
“No reason.”
“Come, sit down. It’s so good to see you, baby,” Regina grabbed her hand once more, pulling her into the living room while Buttercup pounced along at her feet, still yapping away.
“Buttercup, hush,” Regina said sternly and the dog did as she asked. “We’re going to puppy classes, and he’s doing really well.”
“What made you get a dog, Mom?” V really wanted to know. All through her childhood she had begged for a dog, but her mother had always insisted they didn’t have time to take care of one. V had begged to differ, considering they were always home, but she figured her mother had more important things on her mind than taking care of an animal. Namely trying to bed a husband.
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