Neither of them touched her in any way, but she seemed primed and ready to go.
“Beau!” she squealed, her hands coming around to cup Beau’s ass.
Zane got with the program, rolling the other condom down his dick before searching blindly for the lube he knew was somewhere close. Once he found it, he greased his cock, along with sliding more lube over Beau’s hole.
Fuck! Was he actually going to do this? He was suddenly second guessing himself.
“Fuck him, Zane. I want to feel you fuck him while he fucks me.” V’s voice came across assured and insistent. She was controlling this. As much as Zane thought he’d be the one making the demands, he knew she was the one directing the show. He was grateful for that.
“Oh, God,” she groaned as Beau’s hips thrust forward.
Zane used one finger, sliding it into Beau’s ass, the heat he found there damn near scorching him. He was so fucking tight. Glancing down at his dick didn’t do him any favors. He had no idea how he was supposed to fit.
No more thinking. He was going to freak out if he kept up the mental rundown of what they were doing.
With fumbling fingers, Zane began fucking Beau’s ass, leaning forward so he could see V’s beautiful face, contorted with her own pleasure. When her eyes met his, the flash of heat he saw there forced his hips forward and he was lining his cock up with Beau’s virgin ass. Oh, fuck.
“Now, baby. Fuck him now.”
Zane felt the sweat beading on his forehead, but he didn’t move to wipe it away. He didn’t move at all. He stared down at V.
“Fuck me, Beau. Fuck me hard,” V pleaded and Beau’s hips began to surge forward, move back, over and over until Zane was once again ready to drive his painfully hard dick into the man.
Without much finesse, Zane did as V wanted. He spread Beau’s ass cheeks wide, then lined his cock up with the small, puckered hole, slowly guiding himself in, inch by painful inch. The tight muscles gripped him and his breath caught in his chest. He wasn’t going to fit. There was no fucking way.
“Fuck me,” Beau roared and slammed his hips back against Zane, nearly dislodging him completely until Zane returned with a thrust of his own, finding his dick totally consumed by Beau’s body.
“Fucking hell!” Zane groaned as he began retreating slowly, then ramming in hard. Over and over he drove inside of Beau’s tight, hot hole until he was fucking him wildly, spurred on by V’s moans and whimpers.
“Shit. Oh, hell. I’m gonna fucking come!” Beau was the first to announce his impending orgasm and Zane watched as V’s fingernails dug deep into the man’s shoulders.
He was no longer cognizant of what was where. Instead, Zane began pounding harder, faster, his balls drawing up tight, his own release within reach. Meeting V’s gaze once more, Zane made sure she was right there with him.
“Yes!” V screamed, her body going stiff beneath Beau, just as Beau stilled. Zane slammed inside of Beau one last time and let himself go.
Chapter Twenty Six
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Zane disappeared into the bathroom while V held Beau against her. He was shaking, and she wasn’t sure if he was all right or not, but she refused to let him go. When he pulled out of her, moving to her side, V pulled him closer, never taking her arms from around his neck. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, and she gave him the few minutes she knew he needed.
Despite his agreement that he only wanted this one time, V knew it was going to be hard on Beau. Especially knowing that Zane didn’t swing both ways and this had certainly been a one-time event. She’d seen it in Zane’s eyes. He’d nearly backed out, but somehow he managed to follow through. If, for nothing else, she knew it had been for Beau.
And didn’t that just sound all kinds of fucked up. Maybe she was trying to rationalize it too much. Maybe this had been more about all three of them than anything else, but she doubted it. As for her, she’d enjoyed it. There was something to be said about seeing two men together. Especially these two alphas. Big, strong, handsome, intensely masculine men in the throes of passion were titillating. Even if she knew it would never happen again.
Zane returned from the bathroom a few minutes later, crawling up onto the bed on V’s other side and pulling her against him. She pressed into his body, allowing his heat to consume her.
Beau pulled back and as much as V wanted to hold him close for a few more minutes, she let him go. The bed rustled, and he disappeared into the bathroom. She heard the shower turn on and other than the sound of raining water, the house was totally silent. Except for Zane’s breathing. She wondered if he was asleep.
“Are you ok?” She needed to make sure that this one moment wasn’t going to change them all in ways that they couldn’t recover from.
“Never better.” He was lying, she could feel it.
Instead of pressing him for more, V laid still, waiting for Beau to return. He didn’t. With a towel wrapped around his narrow waist, he moved across the open area, probably to retrieve his clothes. Without words, he dressed and then quietly slid out the door into the night.
After Zane’s breathing slowed, V managed to ease out from underneath him, then disappeared into the bathroom herself. After brushing her teeth and running through the shower quickly, she also headed to the kitchen, this time to retrieve the shirt that Zane had been wearing. She pulled it over her naked body and then grabbed a glass, filling it with water. Looking out the window over the sink, V realized Beau’s truck was still parked out front.
Looking over at Zane, V was satisfied that he was still asleep, so she walked out the door, finding Beau sitting on the porch.
“You all right?” she asked, taking a seat beside him in the swing that hung from the porch rafters.
“Never better.”
Ok, this was bullshit.
“Are you sorry that it happened?” she questioned, unexpectedly feeling as though they’d all engaged in some gruesome act.
“No.” Beau’s tone was resolute, and he peered over at her. “No, V. That’s not it. I swear.”
“Do you think this will change us all?” She needed someone to tell her she wasn’t crazy for thinking it would. It had seemed like a good idea in the heat of the moment, but these two men had been friends for most of their lives and no matter what anyone wanted, they’d just changed in immeasurable ways.
“In many ways, yes. In others, no. If you’re asking if this will ruin our friendship, I hope not. I don’t see Zane any differently than I did before.”
“And how did you see him?” V got the impression that what Beau felt for Zane was so much more than friendship.
“He’s my boy. Always has been. Always will be. It doesn’t matter what I feel for him. I knew it would never be that way between us. I just needed to know that what I felt was real. It is. I’m different. I get that.”
“Different?”
“I want both men and women, V. Tonight was inexplicable. I thought it would be like that, even if I thought it would never happen.”
“Are you glad that it did?”
“Yes. I wouldn’t trade tonight for anything.” Beau looked at her and V noticed he was trying to smile. “Are you?”
“In many ways, yes. I am. I don’t know how Zane’s going to feel.”
“Don’t underestimate him, V,” Beau stated firmly, looking back out into the night. “Zane’s the strongest man I’ve ever met. He doesn’t hold anything against anyone. He’s adventurous. Maybe he never thought to experiment like that, but I can almost guarantee that he will wake up tomorrow, no different than he woke up today.”
“I hope you’re right.” V heard herself saying, still unsure about this whole thing.
“I am. You’ll see. I gotta go.” Beau stood. “Thanks, V. I’m so glad you came into Zane’s life. One day, I think you’ll realize what you’ve got with that man.”
V nodded, unsure what to say to that. The only thing that was painfully clear: Beau Bennett was one of the best men she’d ever had the
pleasure to meet. It got her to wondering whether her mother had ever come across a man like him and if she had, why she would have been stupid enough to think money could ever be better than the heart that he had to offer someone.
Chapter Twenty Seven
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The next few days were relatively uneventful. Considering what had happened at his house, Zane wasn’t sure anything could top – no pun intended – that for eventful anyway.
With Travis still in Dallas, Zane hadn’t had a chance to sit down with Sawyer or Travis, but he had actually talked to them both and they were planning to meet up on Thursday. Since it was only Wednesday, and Zane had his first dreaded physical therapy appointment, he couldn’t come up with a good enough excuse to miss it.
So, here he was sitting in the small waiting room with about twenty empty chairs, waiting for his newly assigned physical therapist to come and get him. He found it a little amusing that the sign on the glass window partition said that the patient would be charged twenty five dollars for appointments cancelled in less than twenty four hours, but it seemed perfectly acceptable that the therapist was now twenty seven minutes late for his appointment. He was half tempted to march right up to the door and let them know he’d gladly take twenty five dollars in cash, and they could call him when they actually had time to see him.
Before he could do just that, the door opened, and a very pretty woman looked his way, but she didn’t smile. It was obvious he was the one she was searching for because he was the only person in the room. Zane pushed up from his chair and headed toward her.
For the next forty five minutes, the woman practically tortured him and definitely not in a good way. Between the strange stretches, that damn machine that shocked the shit out of him, making his muscles tense and release, and the fact that she seemed almost pissed off, Zane was ready to bolt. And never come back.
Just when he thought he was going to get out of there without a confrontation, the woman actually had the audacity to follow him outside.
“Zane!”
He turned to see her heading toward him like a bull charging a matador. He braced himself for the impact.
“Can you give Sawyer a message for me?”
Oh, fucking hell. He kept his eyes level with hers, knowing she was going to tell him no matter what his answer was.
“You tell him that I don’t appreciate him never calling me again.”
He didn’t smile. He actually didn’t react in any way. This wasn’t the first time some strange woman walked up to him and insisted he give one – or more – of his brothers a message.
“Oh, and you let Braydon and Brendon know that I don’t appreciate them either.”
What the fuck? Three of his brothers? God, he hoped not at one time. This woman couldn’t have been more than five feet tall and maybe one hundred pounds soaking wet.
“That’s all.”
This time he did nod, and then he turned and double timed it to his Jeep. He certainly would be giving those three a piece of his mind. How the hell did he always end up getting tortured for their mistakes?
“What’s up little brother? How was the first PT session?” Sawyer laughed when Zane walked into Walker Demolition half an hour later. He was stiff from the crazy therapist’s idea of Walker brother punishment, and he was more than ready to give Sawyer a piece of his mind.
“Does the name Miranda Holmes ring a bell?” Zane asked.
Sawyer had the decency to look slightly ashamed of himself, but that didn’t last long.
“Oh, hell,” Sawyer laughed uncontrollably. “She was a physical therapist, wasn’t she?”
“Yes. And the woman has a fucking hard on for you. In a bad way.”
“Shit.” Sawyer’s laughter died down somewhat, but he still grinned like an idiot. “Sorry about that.”
“Could you start having your little liaisons somewhere outside of the county? I think it’ll be in my best interest.”
“I think it’s too late for that,” Kaleb chimed in as he came through the back door. “He’s already gone through the available women in Coyote Ridge, so you’re doomed no matter what you do. And heaven forbid you need to go to the grocery store.”
Zane laughed, as did Sawyer, both of them watching Kaleb as he moved over to the coffee pot.
“What’s new with you?” Kaleb spoke as he glanced back over his shoulder.
“You mean aside from being physically assaulted by a little blonde girl for the better part of an hour?”
Kaleb laughed.
“Have either of you seen Ethan today? I wanted to stop by and talk to him, but he wasn’t at the garage when I drove by.”
Zane had intended to take Ethan to lunch so they could discuss Zane’s plan for hiring someone to replace him as Walker Demo’s mechanic, but his brother was nowhere in sight.
“He mentioned something about needing the day off today,” Sawyer offered.
The news surprised Zane. Ethan never took time off. Ever. He was always covered in grease and grime, and most of the time he could be found at the shop, elbow deep in one of the engines. But then again, that was what people used to say about Zane too. Now, he couldn’t even bring himself to stop in to see if Ethan needed help. He wasn’t looking forward to jumping back in to help for the time being, although he knew that’s what he should be doing.
“You talk to Mom and Dad lately?” Kaleb asked when he moved toward his desk carrying a coffee mug and a newspaper.
“Not in the last few days, no. Why?”
“You need to go by there.” Kaleb tilted his head and looked at Zane as though he were studying some sort of extinct species.
He knew he needed to go by and talk to them. His mother left a couple of voicemails and Zane returned the calls, but he never gave in to her requests to come by. Hell, they weren’t far away from where he sat right then, but he just hadn’t been able to bring himself to do it. His mother was worried about him still, but with his father’s interference, Zane was trying to keep his distance. The concern in her voice when he talked to her on the phone, had worried Zane. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go by and see them. He just knew what they were going to say when he did. He wasn’t quite ready for another lecture on being careful and watching his back.
“What’d you think of the club?” Zane asked Sawyer, ignoring Kaleb’s grim expression.
“It was interesting.”
Interesting? That was the best Sawyer could come up with? “How so?”
Sawyer grinned sheepishly, and Zane didn’t need to ask any more. Apparently, his brother must have gotten better acquainted with the club than Zane and V had. He hadn’t seen much of any of his brothers while he was there, especially Travis, but then again, it wasn’t like he’d been keeping tabs on any of them either.
“Did it help spark any ideas for either one of you?” Kaleb inquired as he sipped his coffee and powered on his laptop.
Zane glanced over at Sawyer before looking back at Kaleb. “I’ve got some ideas. I’ve drawn up a couple of ideas that I’m hoping to run past Travis later this week. What about you?”
Sawyer stopped what he was doing on his computer when he realized Zane was talking to him, and he looked lost in thought for a couple of seconds. “I like the idea of the fetish club.”
And?
Shit, Sawyer was being more elusive than usual, and that was saying something. “Is that your plan?”
“I don’t know yet. Did you get a chance to talk to Mistress Serena?” Sawyer closed his laptop lid and resting his forearms on his desk, seemingly giving Zane his full attention.
“Nothing more than a brief introduction, no.” He had met the extremely intimidating woman, and, at one point, he’d even wanted to ask her a few questions, but she had been arguing with one of the guys who had come in with them – Trent something or other – and Zane didn’t feel like interrupting.
“She runs the place.”
Zane knew that much. When he and V were introduced to her, he got
the impression she wasn’t keen on the idea of so many people trampling through her domain, especially not the Walker brothers. He had no idea why that was, nor did he question it.
“How’s V?” Kaleb asked a minute later when Zane started to fidget in his chair.
“She’s good.” He didn’t know what he was supposed to say to that. Aside from the fact that he insisted she stay at his house for the time being, she seemed to be doing fine. They had stopped by her house and grabbed some clothes when they made it back to town and surprisingly she hadn’t put up much of a fight.
Ever since the encounter with Beau, she’d been acting strangely aloof, which was saying something for V. He and Beau had moved on with life, just like he knew they would. What happened, happened. Zane wasn’t much for regrets. He didn’t do things he might regret. However, it would appear V wasn’t handling it nearly as well.
Her days were spent cleaning houses with Zoey because this was their last week of doing so and she didn’t come back until late at which point they didn’t do much more than sit on the couch and watch television. They’d somehow lapsed into a fairly comfortable silence when they were together. Unless, of course, they were in bed. Then the woman was definitely not quiet. The thought made him smile.
“Zoey questioned me again about what I talked to you about the day you called to get a replacement window.” Kaleb didn’t look at all happy as he spoke.
“Did you tell her?”
“No.”
Good. Zane didn’t want V to know what happened. Not yet. He fully intended to tell her at some point, but not until he was certain what the next step was in getting a handle on Jake Sanders and what the man was brewing up. Zane had the feeling that something was in the works. He didn’t know what it was exactly, but he couldn’t shake the feeling.
“All right. I’ll leave you two alone so you can do whatever it is you pretend to do here.” Zane stood from his chair and flipped it back around to face Travis’ desk. “I’ve got a date with the gym for a couple of hours.”
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