Nicole Edwards - Zane

“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.

“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.

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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.”