V dropped her purse to the floor, before reaching for the hem of her shirt and lifting it over her head. Zane admired the red lace demi bra she uncovered, holding her straining breasts while her chest continued to rise and fall with her short, choppy breaths.

“So fucking pretty,” Beau’s voice broke the silence, but Zane didn’t look over at him sitting just a foot or two away. He kept his eyes locked on the alluring woman now lowering her skirt to the floor. Somewhere along the way, he had missed her unbuttoning it, but he damn sure wasn’t missing what she was revealing as she slid the denim down her long, tan legs.

“Turn around,” Zane ordered, watching as V nearly stumbled in those sexy as hell cowboy boots.

When she turned, he admired the willowy curves of her ass, bisected by red lace.

“Now take off the boots.” He’d much prefer she leave them on, but Zane wanted her completely naked. He wanted to be able to touch every delectable inch of her skin, which meant the boots had to go.

V toed off the boots and stood before him and Beau in only her bra and panties. Seeing her standing there, Zane’s cock throbbed harder, a silent demand that he needed to get this moving along before he embarrassed himself right there in front of his best friend.


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V expected to be embarrassed standing before Zane and Beau in her panties and bra, especially since this situation had taken a more serious turn than the last time they had been together. They weren’t playing a game; they didn’t have beer to lighten the mood, so she had to rely on the heated looks on their faces to encourage her. There was no room for shy in this scenario, and she knew if she wanted the thrill of their hands on her, she had to get through the hard part first.

From where she stood, she could make out the outline of Zane’s cock pressing firmly against the zipper of his jeans. Knowing that what she was doing made him hard spurred her on. She wanted this. There was no denying it. And considering Zane had managed to successfully keep her nightmares at bay on the way into her house, she wasn’t going to overthink it either.

She needed this memory to replace the horror of what had happened so many months ago. This would allow her to fall asleep at night, in her own bed, remembering what happened between them and the ecstasy they could bring her with just the touch of their hands on her body.

V unhooked the front clasp on her bra, slowly peeling the fabric away from her breasts, allowing them to spill out while Zane’s and Beau’s hungry gazes watched every move. It was so damn arousing to see the excitement in their eyes, to know how much they both wanted her right then and there.

Never would she have imagined herself being in a threesome, but this was familiar for some reason. There was nothing strange about having Beau there with them and V was grateful for that. She knew what people would say if they found out, but right this minute, she didn’t care. There would be plenty of time later for her incriminating self-doubt to overwhelm her. Right now, she refused to acknowledge it.

Sliding her thumbs beneath the thin lace at her hips, V pushed her panties down her thighs until they slid to the floor. Stepping out of them, she moved closer to the bed where Zane and Beau remained sitting. She couldn’t help but wonder whether Zoey was doing the same thing right then with Gage and Kaleb. The thought made her clit throb, and she tried not to rationalize the reason for that.

“Come here,” Zane’s words startled her from her thoughts and V stepped even closer, closing the gap between them. She didn’t say a word, but she knew she didn’t have to. Zane was controlling this, and he had her in mind. He knew what she liked, knew how far he could push her and when she told him earlier that she trusted him, she meant it.

V was scared for Zane, not because of him. She trusted him, and she loved him, although she knew that last part wasn’t beneficial to either of them at this point. So, instead of wondering what that meant, she gave herself over to the moment. No more thinking. It was time to feel.

“Put your foot on my thigh.”

Zane didn’t move and the image of what would happen when she did as he told her flashed through her brain, making her pussy heat even more. Lifting her left leg, she placed her bare foot on his denim covered thigh, but she didn’t take her eyes off of his face. She didn’t need to look down to know that the position put her sex on full display, nor did she need to look over to know that Beau was taking in the view just as Zane was.

Zane lifted his hand, his thumb grazing the bare skin of her mound before teasing the lips of her pussy. His other hand moved to the top of her foot, holding her in place and forcing her to balance on her other leg. His finger continued to slide back and forth through her wetness, but never did he enter her. He was driving her crazy, his touch so gentle, like a feather caressing her tender folds.

“Do you like that, V?” This time Beau was the one to ask the question and V turned to look at him. He was slowly rubbing the ridge of his cock through his jeans, but he didn’t appear to be in any hurry.

“Yes,” she moaned, trying to focus on what Beau was doing, rather than the teasing caress of Zane’s rough skin against her clit.

When Zane flicked her clit, the pleasure/pain bolted through her and V feared she might fall, but somehow she managed to remain standing. He repeated the action over and over, the intensity of the motion increasing, the pain blurred by pure, exquisite sensation until she was practically panting with the need for more.

When Zane pulled his hands away, telling her she could put her foot back on the floor, she was torn between begging him not to stop and waiting with remarkably little patience for what would happen next.

“It’s our turn to get naked. I want you to remove Beau’s clothes first, but I want you to turn around so I can watch your beautiful ass while you do.”

Beau stood from the bed, moving around while V turned to face him, leaving her back to Zane. When he gripped her hip, pulling her closer to him, she stumbled but righted herself. Beau was incredibly tall, putting her eye level with his chest, so V had to look up to see his eyes. The dark chocolate brown orbs seemed to swirl with passion and V was impatient for him to unleash it on her. She knew from experience just what his hands felt like on her body, and she was eager to feel them again.

Her fingers trembled, but somehow she managed to unhook each tiny button on his shirt, pulling the tails out of the waistband of his jeans before shoving the cotton down his arms. She didn’t strive for gentle, and when she felt Zane’s hands on her ass, she knew she was hard pressed for time. If she didn’t get Beau out of his damn clothes, she didn’t know what might happen.

With very little skill, V continued to remove Beau’s clothing, piece by piece, revealing the firm, toned, largely muscled body beneath. The man was gloriously sculpted with lean slabs of muscle that made V’s mouth water. She could definitely appreciate his body, as did many of the women in their small town. Although, based on Beau’s extreme shyness around women, she wasn’t sure there were many who had shared this honor.

Before she moved to his jeans, Beau tipped her chin up until their eyes met. “Touch me, V.” His voice was dark and rich and oh so tantalizing. The man could make a woman melt with just the deep rumble of his tone.

Placing her hands firmly on his chest, she continued to stare up into his eyes, feeling Zane’s hands on her legs, slowly sliding up one, then down the other, teasing her folds in between. They were building her higher, she knew it, she accepted it, but she wanted to beg for more.

When Beau’s strong hands came over the top of hers, V tried to pay attention to what he needed from her, rather than the sinful scrape and glide of Zane’s callused hands over her skin.

“Put your mouth on me,” Beau instructed.

Considering he was still wearing his jeans, V knew he wasn’t asking for more than just a brush of her mouth over his skin, but she didn’t hesitate. Pulling her hands away, she pressed her lips against the scorching skin of his pecs, her tongue leaving a wet trail as she moved to one small brown nipple.

Just like Zane, Beau had no hair on his chest, and V lost herself in the sultry, heavenly taste of him. Using her teeth, she scraped over the small brown circle until it pebbled, then she used her tongue to flick it. Beau’s hands came around to pull her head closer to him, a faint grumble sounding from deep in his chest. “Your mouth is so sweet.”

V continued teasing Beau’s nipples, one then the other while Zane drove her wild with his touch. She felt him move behind her, his big body pressing against her back, sandwiching her between him and Beau. He ground his hips into her ass while she reached between her and Beau and easily unbuttoned his jeans. She wasn’t fumbling nearly as much now, and she figured that was Beau’s intention. He was letting her see just how much he wanted her.

There was something different about tonight. It was clear they were trying to keep her from thinking, making her feel cherished, cared for. It was definitely thrilling, and they knew exactly how to play her, and it worked.

Oh, how it worked.

Chapter Sixteen

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Zane let Beau distract V while he continued to tease her, but now he was ready to get on with it. Her confidence was building right along with her need, which only made him harder, more eager to fuck her into oblivion.