Nicole Edwards - Zane

“As long as grumpy over here doesn’t overrule us, we’re set.”

V looked at Kaleb, waiting for his response.

“Oh, hell no. We are not doing this in Vegas. Are you in on this too?”

Before V could answer Kaleb’s question, Brendon chimed in, “Vegas would be kick ass, and you know it. Seriously, bro, we’re doing this in Vegas.”

Kaleb looked at Zoey, and she just smiled. V knew for a fact that Zoey was all about partying it up in Vegas. Neither of them had ever been, and they figured now was the perfect time.

“You’re in on this too, aren’t you?” V watched as Kaleb’s eyes sparkled when he looked down at Zoey who was answering his question with a guilty smile.

“What about you? What do you think?” V asked Zane, hoping to distract herself from the longing that was still churning deep in her stomach.

“I think it’s a great plan,” Zane offered, glancing from V then over to Kaleb. “Come on, bro. We need some excitement in our lives.”

The table was quiet for a bit as they all stared back at Zane like he had lost his mind. He might’ve been out of it for a while, but surely he knew that they had all had more excitement than they cared to have when he was attacked.

“Oh, let it go,” he barked, the blue of shaded his eyes turning dark with anger. “Let’s put it behind us and move on.”

Easier said than done, V thought to herself. They’d lived the horror of not knowing whether Zane was going to live or die for six long days. Then, when the doctor’s said that he would wake from the coma, it would just be a matter of time, they’d all held on to hope. And yes, here he was, just like nothing had ever happened. Well, except for the subtle changes she had noticed in recent days. There was something different about Zane. Something darker, angrier, but he was managing to cover it up with a new, more than positive, outlook on life.

V wasn’t sure whether that was a good thing or a bad thing.

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Zane watched his brothers, and he took note of their irritation with him. He was well aware of the hell his family had been put through for the last few months, and if he could go back and change it, he would. Since he couldn’t, he just wanted to put it all behind him. It was time to move forward. With a new outlook on life, Zane wanted nothing more than to spend each, and every day going after what he wanted.

He’d get his revenge on Jake when the time was right. For now, he couldn’t sit around with a black cloud of fear or anger looming over him, or wondering what was waiting around the corner. He’d had a couple of nightmares since the attack, and he was pretty sure those were what made the anger burn brighter. There would be payback, he didn’t doubt that. Zane just wasn’t going to waste his time looking for Jake. He’d wait until Jake came to him.

Right now, he was too busy wanting the woman sitting next to him –in a bad way – for anything else to matter.

When the table grew quiet, in true twin fashion, Braydon and Brendon busied themselves by checking out the women in the bar, and within a minute or two, they were up and off. There was a group of women in the corner flirting dangerously with the twins, and Zane knew his brothers wouldn’t be able to resist.

A second after that, Kaleb was dragging Zoey from the booth, saying something about dancing. Zane had to laugh as the two of them moved expeditiously to the small dance floor in the corner of the room. It was apparent that they had all abandoned Zane and V for a reason, and part of him was grateful to them. He hadn’t spent nearly enough time with her lately and having her all to himself had become one of his priorities.

“So...,” V began, spinning her beer bottle in her hands, picking at the label.

“So?” Zane dropped his arm around V, pulling her into his side and leaning down close to her. He knew his cowboy hat shielded their faces from any prying eyes in the room. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered.

“Missed me?” V laughed.

“Yes, missed you,” he confirmed, keeping his voice low. “So much that I’m ready to sneak you into the bathroom and have my wicked way with you.”

“Such a sweet talker you are,” V replied, a smile tilting her supple lips.

God, he missed those lips. He wanted to feel them wrapped around his dick. For months, Zane had spent day and night with his memories, and most of them were flooded with visions of V doing naughty, wanton things to him.

Turning so he fully blocked her from anyone else’s view, Zane tilted her chin until she had no choice but to look up at him. “Yesterday was just a tease for me, V. I want to bury my tongue in your pussy and make you scream my name.”

He felt her body shudder, recognized the flash of excitement in her warm brown eyes. She liked when he talked to her like that, he knew she did. V might pretend to be prim and proper while they were out in public, but he had learned just how naughty she really was.

Sliding his hand down the front of her neck, he continued until he brushed the back of his fingers over her nipple, feeling it pebble beneath his touch. “You like that idea, don’t you, baby.”

Zane wasn’t doing himself any favors teasing her like this. His cock was rock hard, and his jeans were damn tight, but he couldn’t help himself. “I’m tempted to slide my hand beneath your skirt just to feel how wet you are,” he told her, watching the way her eyes closed briefly and she licked her lips. “You’d like that wouldn’t you, V?” Gripping her chin more firmly, he waited for her to open her eyes. “Tell me.”

Her eyes fluttered open, but she didn’t look away. He could see the anticipation in her heated gaze. Vanessa Carmichael was a naughty girl at heart, but she very rarely let herself get out of control. He’d seen it though, so he knew it was possible. Zane was bound and determined he was going to make it happen again.

“Or maybe, I should just sneak you out to my Jeep and let you ride my cock. How does that sound?”

Her sharp intake of breath, followed by a low moan told Zane he was positively affecting her. When she slid her hand down between his legs, rubbing his aching cock through his jeans, he damn near lost it. They were in the middle of Moonshiners, with remarkably little privacy between them, yet she was daring to tease him back.

“Tell me, V. What do you want?” Zane knew where this was leading, and he needed her to make the call. All she had to do was say the word, and he’d drag her somewhere with a little more privacy and give them both what they needed. “You want me to take you in the bathroom? Or in my Jeep?” He knew he couldn’t leave the question open ended, so he was now giving her a choice.

“Bathroom,” V whispered, her eyes still pinned on his face.

Zane pulled away slightly, doing his best not to jump up from his seat and drag her to the back hallway. He spared a glance around the room. Noticing no one was paying any attention to them, he gracefully slid out of the booth, taking V’s hand in his and pulling her along with him. As patiently as he could manage, Zane led her through the bar, looking around to ensure no one was watching them. When he was satisfied they were in the clear, he dragged her along behind him until they reached the bathrooms at the end of the hall.

Thank God for single person restrooms, especially vacant ones. Zane opened the door, pulled V in behind him and then shut and locked it behind them. Within seconds he had her up against the small sink, her butt pressing against the porcelain and his erection grinding between her thighs.

V didn’t speak; she just threw her arms around his neck, pulling his head down to hers as her mouth met his. In a frenzy of tongues and teeth, Zane lost himself in her taste. The way she moaned into his mouth made him harder than stone and eager to slide his cock into her sweet, warm depths.

She took the reins, rapidly unhooking his belt buckle, then easing his cock out of his jeans after unhooking the button and lowering the zipper. While she focused on him, Zane slid his hands up beneath her skirt, jerking her panties out of the way, successfully ripping the delicate fabric in his haste. Apparently, that turned her on because V was once again devouring his mouth, sucking his tongue roughly.

Zane had to pull back enough so he could lift her legs around his waist, but he didn’t waste any more time.

“Fuck, baby,” Zane groaned as he slid his cock inside her wet pussy, watching as her eyes closed. “You’re so fucking wet for me, V. God, baby!” Zane couldn’t stop the rambling, couldn’t slow down if he tried.

Slamming his hips forward, he buried himself to the hilt in her enticing body, thrusting fast and hard until V was scoring the skin of his arms through his shirt as her pussy gripped him like a velvet vice.

“That’s it, baby,” he said, trying to keep his voice low enough no one would hear them. “You like being fucked, don’t you? Almost as much as I like fucking you.”

“More,” V begged. “I need more, Zane. Fuck me harder.”

Zane aimed to please, so he began ruthlessly pounding inside of her, his teeth clenched as he fought the urge to come hard and fast inside of her. Shit!

When V began moaning louder, Zane crushed his mouth to hers, swallowing her cries as she moved her hands to grip his hips, pulling him deeper as she lifted her legs, tilting her pelvis until he was as deep as he could get.

“Fuck me, Zane,” V groaned, her pussy milking him, tightening almost painfully around his shaft.

Holding her ass so she didn’t move, Zane plowed into her over and over, willing her to come around him, but unable to say a word because his mouth was fused with hers. When she bit his bottom lip, pain ricocheted through him, going straight to his dick, and he couldn’t hold back any longer. V’s nails dug deeper into his ass, and she moaned one last time as her body spasmed out of control, milking his release from him as she came around his cock.