Zane (Alluring Indulgence)

by Nicole Edwards

  Zane was confused. Last he heard Club Destiny was a nightclub that catered to the general public. They also had some sort of swinger’s club that, according to the articles he read when McKenna Thorne had been doing her exclusive, wasn’t much to see.

  Evidently Travis recognized his unspoken question, so he settled on the edge of his desk and looked back and forth between all four of them. “I think it’s worth checking out. I haven’t been to the club yet,” Travis began, pausing as if the rest of them were going to bombard him with questions.

  If Zane even knew what to ask, he might do just that, but he felt like he was in the dark on this one. He glanced over at Kaleb, then Sawyer to see if either of them could follow the elusive conversation. They looked just as stumped as he felt.

  “I thought you were a member.” Thankfully Sawyer spoke up after the silence descended upon them. Zane thought he had trouble trying to figure out Jake and his intentions, but shit, having a conversation with Travis was beginning to make Jake look sane.

  “I am,” Travis said, thrusting his hand through his hair once again and returning to his chair. “I don’t know how much I can say.”

  Now it was Kaleb’s turn to ask the “what the fuck” question.

  Once he did, Travis breathed out an exasperated sigh. “Club Destiny was founded by Luke and Logan McCoy several years ago. In order to keep the attention off of their members only club, they created a nightclub for the general public. They also added a members only level that has caused a lot of curiosity, and it has, up to this point, satisfied most inquiring minds, as well as act as an in between for new members. However, both of those are just a cover up for the real club – The Club at Club Destiny.”

  Wow, and wasn’t that creative, Zane thought to himself. He waited for Travis to continue, and he wasn’t disappointed.

  “Luke and Logan run an elaborate, high class fetish club that’s only accessible by members who have passed their initial probation period. I haven’t seen it yet, but that’s because Luke closed everything down right before I had a chance to check it out.

  “According to Luke, he’s going to open the club on Monday nights, at least for the time being. If we don’t go up there tomorrow night, we’ll have to wait another week.”

  “And Luke said we could go? What’s the catch?” Sawyer questioned, leaning his forearms on his desk and staring back at Travis.

  “No catch. At least not that I can tell. Since they’ve invested in AI, they’re open to letting us have a look around to get an idea of what they came up with. Before we start mapping out our clubs, I think it’s a good idea to go see it.”

  “What about Zoey?” Considering Kaleb’s future wife was now a partner in Walker, Inc., she had as much right to visit the club as they did.

  “Luke said to let him know if we’re bringing her. They haven’t let their wives go yet, and I think they’re open to showing them around, but they want to control who attends when they do.”

  “Why?” Zane didn’t feel as though he was getting any closer to the light at the end of the tunnel. Travis seemed to be talking in circles.

  “It’s a fetish club. One of the main aspects of the club is the sharing that goes on. Members attend so that they can engage in whatever floats their boat. Including orgies. I don’t think the McCoy’s are interested in taking the risk with their wives. At least not to the extreme that this club caters to.”

  “I don’t blame them there,” Kaleb added, causing the four of them to look his way. “What about you?”

  Everyone’s attention turned to Gage when Kaleb addressed him specifically.

  “What about me?”

  “Are you a member of the club?”

  “Only on a technicality.”

  “Will you be going with us?”

  “No.”

  “He can’t,” Travis added, not looking at Gage. “He’s working on a case, and we can’t be associated with him. It’d be too obvious if he were to go.”

  “I’m not leaving V here by herself. If I go, she goes,” Zane stated much more firmly than he had expected.

  Travis stared back at him as if he’d lost his mind, but he didn’t disagree right off. “Let me talk to Luke. If y’all are interested in going, we’ll need to tie things up here and change a couple of appointments scheduled for tomorrow afternoon. Dallas is a three hour drive.”

  Zane watched as Kaleb and Sawyer both nodded, ostensibly in agreement with the plan. He damn sure wasn’t going to be left out of this one. Hell, not only was he interested from an AI perspective, but shit, he really wanted to know just what the fuck this secret club was all about.

  “I’m in,” Kaleb stated, followed by Sawyer, and then finally Zane.

  “I’ll need to borrow one of your cars,” Zane told Sawyer when he stood to head out, and his older brother just nodded his head.

  Looks like they were taking a trip to Dallas.

  As Zane was walking out the door with Sawyer and Kaleb a couple of minutes later, he heard Travis call out to Gage.

  “You. I want you to hang out for a minute.”

  Zane would’ve loved to be a fly on the wall for that conversation.

  Chapter Eighteen

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  Gage stared back at Travis, praying like hell he could get his temper under control before he found himself choking the shit out of the man.

  “How the hell do you plan to explain this to Kaleb and Zoey?”

  “I don’t think that’s necessary. You sort of managed to destroy my life in a matter of minutes,” Gage retorted, unable to shake the rage that was pulsing inside of him.

  He would admit, waiting for Travis to spill the beans had set him on edge for some time now. Ever since the night at Tag and McKenna’s party, when he’d called him out in front of everyone, Gage had been waiting to talk to Travis. The other night at Moonshiners had been his first opportunity, but he’d managed to hold in the fury and enjoy the night with his buddies.

  Travis took a step closer, and Gage instinctively spread his legs apart, prepared to defend himself.

  “They’re going to have questions.”

  Well, no shit Sherlock.

  “They wouldn’t have if you would’ve kept your fucking mouth closed.”

  Gage found himself up against the wall, the gun in his waistband digging into his back while Travis pressed up against his chest. He didn’t react; instead, he held onto that restraint, knowing he’d need it for as long as possible. He had to remind himself that this was Travis Walker. The man wasn’t one Gage wanted to scrap with. Not normally.

  Staring into the swirling blue-gray depths of his eyes, Gage waited to hear what he’d have to say. There had to be more, he knew it. As much as it pissed him off, he knew Travis didn’t stir up shit unless he had a good reason.

  When Travis’ eyes darted down to his mouth, something fervent and fierce curled in his belly. What the hell? With Travis’ hands wrapped in his t-shirt, Gage realized Travis wasn’t pushing him away like he expected. It was almost like he was pulling him closer.

  Gage returned the favor, looking down at Travis’ mouth, and the next thing he knew, his damn dick was hard. Ok, this could be a problem. For both of them. In half a second, Travis was going to feel the evidence of Gage’s arousal, and he knew at that point, all hell was going to break loose.

  “Why’d you do it?” Gage was stalling, hoping he could distract Travis and force his body back under control. He wasn’t supposed to be reacting like this. His body was not supposed to be intrigued by Travis or the brunt force of his actions. No one in this town knew that Gage was... Fuck. They just didn’t know. That’s all.

  “They needed to know. I’m not the one who is going to keep your secrets.”

  Gage was back to staring Travis in the eye, but he didn’t miss the quick swipe of Travis’ tongue across his lips and the urge to return the favor was overwhelming. This was not the time or place, he tried to remind himself. And definitely not the man.

  “W
hat do you want me to tell them?” Gage finally asked, realizing his breaths were not quite as calm as he wanted. The feel of Travis’ body up against his own, the way his elbows rested against his sternum and the way he kept his fists wrapped in his shirt brought them much closer than Gage was comfortable with.

  It was obvious, at least to him, that there was some sort of mutual attraction going on here. The absolute last fucking thing Gage had expected and he damn sure didn’t know what he was supposed to do about it.

  Just when he expected Travis to share his infinite wisdom, Gage found himself plastered between the wall and Travis’ hard, ungiving body. The man’s lips crushed down on his, and his shirt was released, but Travis’ hands moved around and gripped the back of Gage’s head. Hard. Pure carnal instinct took over, and Gage lost his grip on the last thread of his resistance, his hands moving to cradle the back of Travis’ head, but he used the same blunt force that was being used on him.

  The kiss was a maelstrom of combustible energy; two dominant males battling for control, neither of them willing to give an inch. Gage felt Travis’ answering erection pressing firmly against him as the man moved closer, their tongues dueling, lips and teeth colliding as they consumed one another. The room echoed with the provocative grunts and groans, some belonging to him, some belonging to Travis, both of them owning up to their own reactions.

  The fiercest, most mind blowing kiss Gage had ever known was slowly penetrating him straight through, and he wanted more. Wanted all of Travis. With more strength than he intended to use, he managed to flip their positions, pressing Travis up against the wall but never breaking the kiss. He devoured the other man’s mouth, his fingers latching into his hair, holding him firmly. It was a give and take battle, both of them taking but unable to resist the urge to give as much as they stole.

  Un-fucking-believable was what this was.

  In a desperate attempt to breathe, Gage pulled back, but didn’t let go of the taller man. He continued to press his hips against him, making sure Travis was thoroughly aware of what he’d done to him. If he wanted to play like this, Gage was all for it. He just didn’t think Travis knew what he was getting himself into.

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  The hold Gage had on him sent shards of pain shooting straight through his body and landing in his dick. He was harder than stone and more aroused than he’d ever been in his life. Travis knew that Gage would be like this. He just hadn’t known whether he’d actually be interested.

  He was interested all right. The thick wedge of his erection was proof. The way he plundered his mouth with urgent need was the exact reaction Travis hoped for, but honestly didn’t expect. Staring into Gage’s deep, dark brown eyes, Travis’ hunger was slowly ratcheting higher. He didn’t know what he wanted, and that was a first for him. Part of him wanted to drop to his knees, take this alpha males cock in his mouth and suck him dry. The other part of him wanted to turn him around and bend him over the desk, fucking him until neither one of them could walk out of the office.

  His attraction to Gage wasn’t new. It wasn’t something he thought about either. Now that he’d had the other man’s tongue in his mouth, he wasn’t sure he’d ever stop thinking about it.

  Letting his gaze drop back to Gage’s swollen lips, Travis prayed that this wasn’t over. Whatever had started between them would never be over until they’d had one another in a way that Travis had only dreamed about. This had been a risk he was willing to take, knowing that there weren’t many men who were capable of giving him what he needed, but he’d felt Gage was the man who wouldn’t go easy on him.

  Travis didn’t deny his bisexual nature. Didn’t deny what he wanted, but it also wasn’t something he shared with those closest to him. He knew his brothers had no idea. Travis liked women, but he liked men too.

  “You don’t know what you’re asking for.” Gage’s words penetrated the fog that had descended on his brain. Travis didn’t move, didn’t try to push Gage away. Their hands were still twined in each other’s hair, their noses just a breath apart, their eyes locked as though trying to see something more than what was visible on the outside.

  “I know what I want,” Travis said honestly. He’d known for a while. Quite a while, actually.

  “And that is?” Gage questioned.

  The way their bodies continued to rub against one another, Travis couldn’t help but wonder just how far this was going to go. He could imagine himself buried balls deep in Gage’s ass, or vice versa. He didn’t have a problem with either. Top, bottom, it didn’t matter to him. The only thing he knew, he wanted Gage with a fierce, aching need that he hadn’t known in quite some time.

  Pulling Gage’s head closer, Travis nipped his bottom lip, his stomach churning with lust, his balls aching with the need for release, his dick throbbing with the aggressive need to plunge inside of Gage.

  The growl that tore from Gage’s chest only heightened his need for him.

  “I want to bury my cock in your ass. Fuck you nine ways to Sunday and then start all over again,” Travis said, punctuating his statement with more nips, followed by a swipe of his tongue. Gage’s hard exhale made him continue. “I want to bend you over my desk and pound inside of you until you fucking come.”

  “What if I said I don’t play that way?”

  “You will,” Travis stated firmly. He had no doubt in his mind that if this ever progressed to the next level, he’d never get enough of Gage until he’d had the man in every way.

  Every. Possible. Way.

  Chapter Nineteen

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  “Did something happen at your house last night?” Zoey asked as they headed down Main Street, in the direction of V’s house. They’d finally finished with their only Sunday morning appointment, and she was looking forward to a hot bath and maybe a stiff drink.

  “Not that I know of, why?” V had no idea what Zoey was referring to, but she prayed it wasn’t in reference to Beau. How would she know?

  “I don’t know. Kaleb answered the phone in the middle of the night, or at least I thought it was, and I’m pretty sure he was talking to Zane. When I asked him what was wrong, he wouldn’t tell me.”

  V knew that wasn’t like Kaleb. He told Zoey everything, and in turn, she usually shared what she could with V. Not that there was much going on that V needed to know about, but a phone call in the middle of the night from Zane did sound a little strange. Especially since he stayed the night at her house.

  Now that she thought about it, V remembered rolling over at one point and not finding the warmth of Zane wrapped around her, but she had been so tired, finally sleeping deeply for the first time in months, she didn’t think anything of it. When she woke up he had been there, so she figured it had just been a dream. Apparently not.

  As they were pulling into V’s neighborhood, Zoey’s cell phone rang and after glancing at the caller id, she answered.

  “Hey, baby,” she greeted the caller and V knew it had to be Kaleb.

  V smiled at the saccharine sweet way her friend greeted him. Had she not been having her own bout of contradictory feelings for Zane, she would’ve been disgusted. Sadly, she just thought it was adorable.

  “Dallas?”

  V turned her head toward her friend. She couldn’t hear what Kaleb was saying on the other end of the line, so she had to eavesdrop and interpret Zoey’s end of the conversation. Since her friend began speaking in one word answers, she had a difficult time keeping up.

  Her cell phone chirped, signaling her with an incoming text and she glanced down at it. She’d been holding it in her hand, almost like a lifeline.

  Zane: We’re going to Dallas.

  As soon as she read the text, she responded, no longer paying attention to Zoey and her phone call. Evidently Kaleb had been calling her to let her know the same thing.

  V: Who’s we?

  V wasn’t sure why she asked that question. It certainly wasn’t any of her business, but she couldn’t seem to help herself.

  Zane: T
ravis, Kaleb, Sawyer and me

  V: Ok

  Zane: And you

  V: What?

  V had no idea what Zane was talking about. She wasn’t going to Dallas. Before Zane responded, Zoey hung up the phone and glanced over at her as she pulled into the driveway of V’s house.

  “We’re going to Dallas.” Zoey smiled from ear to ear.

  “Who’s we?” she asked Zoey the same question she asked Zane.

  “We. You, me, the boys. We’re going to Dallas, so you better get your ass out of the truck and go get packed.”

  V glanced up at her house, the panic starting to kick in. She tried to hide the way her hands began to shake, gripping her cell phone tighter. She didn’t want to go in. She didn’t want to get out of the truck. It was getting harder and harder for her to do so and she didn’t know why. It should’ve been getting easier, right? So why wasn’t it?

  Gripping the door handle, V went to open the door, but jumped when she saw a man standing just outside the door. She screamed, clutching her heart. Zane pulled her door open, looking down at her with a decidedly unhappy look on his face before taking her hand and helping her out.

  “See ya, Zane!” Zoey smiled, seemingly oblivious to V’s sudden inability to breathe.

  She didn’t hear what Zane said to Zoey because the roaring in her ears was becoming so loud she couldn’t even hear herself think.

  The next thing she knew, Zane was pulling her up against him, holding her head against his chest and placing his lips on the top of her head.

  “I’ve got you,” he whispered, not moving and giving V the opportunity to inhale the familiar scent of him. Zane didn’t wear cologne, or at least she didn’t think he did. Not often anyway. And the clean, fresh scent of him was even more exhilarating than the most expensive cologne she had ever smelled. For a minute, she let herself be soothed by his arms, his smell, and the pounding of his heart in his chest.

  “I’m going to take you inside now. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”