Zane (Alluring Indulgence) (33 page)

V
felt as though she’d been slapped. As much as the words stung, she knew them to
be true. She shouldn’t have been listening. She violated their privacy in a big
way and based on how quiet Beau was, she knew she’d gone about it the wrong
way.

“I’m...
sorry,” she whispered to Beau. She was too pissed off at Zane to apologize to
him. “If it’s any consolation, I’m glad you’re talking about it.”

“Not
your business,” Zane clarified.

V
met his gaze once more and then turned to walk inside. Ok, she was running more
than she was walking.

Just
when she hit the front door, ready to bolt and never look back, Zane’s gigantic
hand slammed against the wood, keeping it shut.

“Move
out of my way,” she ordered him.

She
heard Beau’s entry into the house when the glass door slid closed completely.

“No.”

V
turned to face Zane, looking right in his eyes. “I said I was sorry. What more
do you want from me?”

Zane’s
hand was still against the door, over her shoulder, and he was leaning in
close. Close enough that she could smell that heady blend of soap and man.
“First of all, that was a private conversation.”

V
didn’t respond. She was well aware they hadn’t wanted or expected an audience.
She knew that based on the words they’d spoken to one another. An unwelcome
jolt of heat speared right through her at the remembered words.

“That
was your first time to give a dude a blow job?”

“Yes.”

“Do
you want to do it again?”

“Yes.”

“With
me?”

“Yes.”

V
spared a glance behind Zane. Beau was standing with his head hanging low, but
he was clearly listening. He never was the type of man to speak much. The bits
and pieces of the conversation between the two men shouldn’t have been any of
her business, but it was. She was in a relationship with Zane, and she was
sleeping with both of them. That gave her some rights, didn’t it?

“Do
you want it to happen again?” Zane’s words were but a whisper and V’s eyes
darted back in his direction.

“Don’t
put this on me,” she answered. This was not about her and they couldn’t use her
to try and define the awkwardness that they were experiencing. “You and Beau
have to figure this out.”

“You’re
part of this.”

 “Why?
How do I even possibly have anything to do with this... this curiosity you two
seem to have?” Waving her hand back and forth between the two men, V found that
she couldn’t keep still.

“Because
you belong to me. I asked your permission before I shared
you
, didn’t
I?”

Oh
God!
V’s stomach lost altitude, and she felt a strange quake deep in her gut. Was he
saying? Did he? An acute throb took up residence between her legs, and her
thighs tightened.

She
glanced around Zane and found Beau staring at them, his eyes wide, his mouth
hanging open. Obviously he had heard the question and he was just as surprised
as she was.

“This
isn’t about what might happen between Beau and I. That’s our business. But if
it does happen, you’ll be a part of it. Understand me?”

V
nodded her head in agreement, not quite sure what she was agreeing to.

Zane
turned and faced Beau. “I won’t lie to you. You’re my closest friend, and you deserve
more than that. What happened the other night... It was strange. I’m not sure
how I feel about it. At first, I was adamantly against it. But you’re right. I
didn’t say no. At least I didn’t mean it the way I thought I had. That doesn’t mean
I’m interested in anything more than an experiment.”

V
watched Beau, noticing how he didn’t move. She wasn’t even sure he was
breathing.

“One
time, Beau. Understand me? If you can’t handle that, then you should walk away
from this right now. Our friendship still stands, and I won’t ever look at you
differently.”

V
waited for Beau’s response. She held her breath anticipating what he would say
next. Part of her wanted him to walk away because she knew him better than she
realized. He was going to get hurt. He wanted Zane, and she had a feeling it
was way more than the curiosity that Zane was caught up in.

Finally,
just when she thought he was going to walk away, Beau met Zane’s gaze. “One
time. I can live with only one time.”

Zane
turned back to V, looking down at her. “No matter what happens here, I need to
know you’re ok with this.”

V
nodded her head again.

“I
need to hear you say it. If you’re not, we’ll pretend this conversation never
happened.”

V
looked back at Beau, seeing the desire brilliantly sparking in those deep brown
eyes. When her eyes met Zane’s again, she knew she was all in.

“Yes.
One time.”

Zane
took a step back and then looked back and forth between them. “No matter what
happens, I’m in charge. Got that?”

V
heard his declaration, and she was also pretty sure his confidence was suddenly
wavering.

♂♂♀

Beau
stood motionless in the middle of Zane’s living room. He still wasn’t sure what
just happened. An hour ago, he’d found himself sitting on Zane’s front porch,
waiting for him to come home. He’d prepared his speech and fully intended to dig
himself out of the hole he’d found himself in, not go in even deeper.

Truth
be told, the conversation he’d had with Zane just a few minutes ago was one of
the most difficult things he’d ever had to discuss. He apologized for something
that still confused the hell out of him. Was he attracted to Zane? More than he
thought possible. Did that make him gay? Maybe.

He’d
been battling these feelings for about two years now. Never once had he thought
to act on them. He honestly thought it was just an overactive libido and the
fact that he and Zane found themselves in intimate situations because of the
fact that they shared women between them.

That
made sense. At the time. Then, right after Zane started hooking up with V, Beau
felt a shift in what he felt for Zane. Sure, maybe it was just curiosity, but
he doubted it. Zane wasn’t the first man that Beau found himself attracted to,
but what he felt for Zane was more powerful than anything he’d ever known.

He
couldn’t move from where he stood. Didn’t want to. If he did, they all might
just go their separate ways and above all else, Beau did not want to lose his
friendship with Zane. They’d known each other all of their lives. They’d grown
up together, learned to ride horses together, learned how to satisfy a woman
together – and wasn’t that a strange thought.

No
matter what happens, I’m in charge.

Zane’s
words bounced around in his head, and he wondered what the hell was going to
happen now. He’d told Zane the truth when he admitted that he’d never given a
blow job before. Until him. He’d thought about it plenty of times. Then, when
he’d been on his knees, Zane’s cock buried deep in his mouth, Beau had finally
felt like that something he’d been missing all this time was being fulfilled.
He knew that what happened that night could’ve very easily changed their
relationship – hell, it could’ve ruined their friendship.

But
it hadn’t. They were still friends; they’d even shared V again since that
night. It was obvious they were about to share her again. This was going to be more
though. His nerves were in turmoil, his head was spinning from his thoughts,
and his cock was throbbing in his jeans.

Beau
knew that whatever happened here tonight wasn’t going to be more than what it
was. Zane was giving in to his curiosity and as much as he knew they’d both
probably enjoy it, Zane wasn’t bisexual. One time, that’s what Zane committed
to, and he wondered if that were more for his sake.

Either
way, Beau wanted tonight. He’d take it if it were all he could have. One day,
there’d be a relationship that made sense to him. He was still interested in
women, just maybe not as much as he was interested in men. That still confused
him, but he’d learned to live with it.

“What
now?” V’s seductive, sultry tone broke through his thoughts, and Beau looked at
Zane. The man had insisted he was in charge. How was this supposed to work? Was
there a script they were supposed to follow? Were they just going to strip
naked and get it on? For some reason, Beau doubted it.

Whatever
happened though, he just wanted to go through with it.

♂♂♀

Zane
heard V’s words. He had asked himself the same question. Looking over at Beau,
Zane had the sudden urge to walk up to the man and just kiss him. It was
inevitable, right?

Instead,
he made his way to the kitchen and pulled out the whiskey. He needed something
to bolster his nerves. If he thought about it too much, he was going to change
his mind. The fucking weird thing, he didn’t want to change his mind. He just
thought that was what he was supposed to do.

His
dick was harder than fucking iron, and when he closed his eyes, he remembered
the feel of Beau’s mouth on him. He could envision what it felt like to roll
that condom down Beau’s massive erection moments before he buried his cock in
V’s sweet little ass.

First
shot down.

He
should’ve gone for the tequila.

Zane
wasn’t sure what compelled him to go this route, but he was committed. Horny
and fucking committed. He was scared too. Yes, even grown ass men got scared.
He only hoped he could go through with it.

Second
shot down.

He
didn’t bother turning to look at the two people waiting for him to say or do
something. He just stared out the kitchen window, facing the front yard and
tried not to close his eyes. When V’s hand touched his back, the memory of the
last time they were like this filled his head. Her hand weaved its way beneath
his t-shirt this time, and they were instantaneously skin to skin.

Third
shot down.

As
she caressed his skin, Zane felt her lifting the edges of his shirt until she
was maneuvering it up and over his shoulders. He had to duck his head so she
could get it off of him, but once she did, a chill ran down his spine. It
wasn’t cold in the house, not by a long shot.

Fourth
shot down.

If
he didn’t stop this, he was going to be plastered. He was already starting to
feel no pain. He glanced over to see V removing the bottle from his reach, and
he didn’t admonish her for it. He just kept his focus on the sparse grass and
the dirt driveway. He tried not to look at Beau’s truck sitting out front
either.

Zane
groaned when V’s mouth met his skin, her tongue trailing lightly down his
spine, her fingers doing the same on his chest. His cock was lengthening,
swelling until he wanted to rid himself of the damn tight jeans.

He
didn’t turn around, mainly because he couldn’t. This was what he wanted, he
really, truly did. One time. It was all about the experience. It’s what he
lived for. His life had been about adventure, and this was just another
checkmark on the already full score card. Only this time he was crossing a line
that he’d blurred sometime during the last few weeks.

As
the alcohol buzzed in his bloodstream, Zane gave himself over to the
sensations, the need. Turning to face V, he looked down into eyes the same
sparkling brown as the whiskey he’d just devoured. So fucking beautiful. He
could see in his periphery that Beau was still standing across the room.

“Come
here,” he ordered the big man, wondering where the growl in his voice was
coming from. He felt like a wild animal, ready to pounce. Ready to mark his territory
however he needed to.

Beau
moved forward, and when he was within reach, Zane looked up at him as V moved
out of the way. When she wiggled in behind him, Zane had to take a step
forward, bringing him that much closer to Beau. He heard her shift, then
realized she’d perched up on the kitchen counter, and now she was pulling him
back against her, her cool fingers once more trailing up his back, then into
his hair as she tilted his head to the side and began sucking on his neck.

His
fucking knees damn near gave out when she nipped him. The sharp sting was
dulled by the whiskey, but it was sexy as hell.

Zane
kept his gaze locked with Beau's, and he knew they would stand here like this
forever if he didn’t say something. Do something. He reminded himself that this
was all or nothing. Right here. Right now.

♂♂♀

Kissing
Zane’s neck was supposed to be a distraction. V wasn’t sure whether she was
trying to distract him or herself, but she was pretty sure it wasn’t working on
either of them. She continued to watch the two men as they stood less than a
foot apart, waiting, wondering just how far this was going to go. V had no
doubts that Zane wanted this; she could feel it in the subtle vibrations in his
vigorous body. He was tense, not even the whiskey had unlocked the strained
muscles in his back.