Nicole Edwards - Zane

He sounded as though he was in pain, but he continued to pull out and then thrust up into her. Slowly. He wasn’t rushing things, and there was no way he was going to make her come because he paused over and over, but the friction caused by his thick, hard cock had her eyes crossing.

Then something cool ran down the crack of her ass and V had to fight the urge to panic. She remembered the initial bite of pain from the last time, and so far, Zane hadn’t even used his fingers. She was beginning to wonder whether he was just going to ram his cock into her ass and she knew there was no way she could take him like that.

“Trust us, V,” Beau whispered, cupping her head and forcing her to look at him. “He’d never hurt you.”

V stared back at Beau, wondering why he felt the need to reassure her. Surely she hadn’t said anything out loud. Then she heard the whimper, and she knew it was coming from her.

“You’ve got such a pretty ass, baby,” Zane’s deep voice rumbled through the room, rough and gravelly from his arousal.

He’d been quieter this time, and maybe that’s what was causing V to panic. After the other night, when Beau had gone down on him, V had wondered whether these interludes would cease to exist altogether. She knew he had enjoyed it, but she’d also known he wasn’t interested in Beau that way. Maybe he was nervous that they would take that direction again.

V bit her lip from the sensation when Zane thrust his finger in her ass while Beau was filling her. Although Beau wasn’t moving, she felt the need to move this along. For some reason, she was beginning to feel disconnected from Zane, and it wasn’t something she was comfortable with. Being close to Beau wasn’t a problem, but not being able to see Zane was taking its toll on her excitement.

Grinding her hips hard, she managed to increase the friction of Beau inside of her, making him groan.

“Fuck me,” she pleaded. “Fuck me now. I don’t want to think anymore.”

Suddenly V was pulled away from Beau, dislodging him from inside of her. Zane was underneath her, holding her head so she looked him square in the face. He looked pissed, but he wasn’t hurting her. With practiced ease, Zane slid his unsheathed cock inside of her and V moaned at the intrusion. He was familiar, warm and familiar, and she found she needed that right then.

No matter how tantalizing the moment was, no matter how much she was willing to give herself over to both of these men for the sexual satisfaction only, she still found that she needed more from Zane. Being face to face with him eased something deep inside of her. The way he held her face, making sure she didn’t turn away as he slowly pumped his cock into her, had V on the edge again.

“Mine, V,” he whispered, glancing down at her mouth. “Only mine.”

V felt the tip of Beau’s finger against her ass, pushing in slowly, gently at first, then faster as Zane continued to hold her against him, staring back at her with such intensity, she couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking.

“You belong to me; I don’t ever want you to forget that.”

It sounded like a warning and instinct had her nodding her head in agreement moments before Zane’s mouth was pressed against hers, his tongue delving deep and taking her mind off everything except for the feel of his hard body beneath her. Beau continued to drive her utterly crazy with his fingers, and then he pulled out, replacing his fingers with the head of his cock.

With the way Zane was kissing her, there was no chance for her to think about what was happening. Only to feel. Zane broke the kiss, his eyes closing as the pressure intensified in her ass until she knew Beau was balls deep inside of her. She felt incredibly full. She couldn’t help but wonder what it felt like to the two of them.

“Fuck me, Zane,” she whispered, begging him to give her what she needed.

“My pleasure.” He began pumping his hips, finding a perfect rhythm with Beau until she was sweating, another mind blowing orgasm building until she had to closer her eyes. Bright flashes of light sparked and fizzed behind her closed eyelids as the intensity of their movements increased until they were slamming into her over and over, one of them pulling out while the other drove inside of her until V’s entire body shattered, overwhelmed by mind numbing bliss.

“Fuck!” Beau groaned, slamming into her one last time before remaining still, only for Zane to pump his hips twice more, pulling her head down so his mouth was against her ear.

“Mine.”

With the word reverberating like the echo in a deep canyon, V gave herself over to sleep.

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The following morning, after V headed out with Zoey to handle one of their rare Sunday morning client’s houses, Zane went home, showered, and then headed straight for the gym. He had a PT appointment on Monday afternoon, and he wanted to try to get in a couple of workouts before then. He needed to get his strength and his weight back, especially considering what had happened the night before.

And he wasn’t talking about the incredible sex with V.

No, unfortunately, someone else had made sure to ruin the night for him. After she had fallen asleep, Zane had walked Beau out, waited until he drove off, and then locked the door behind him. He checked the other windows and doors before climbing into bed and snuggling close to V. Sometime around two o’clock in the morning he’d awoken, startled by a noise. Whatever it was hadn’t woken V, so he climbed out of bed, slid on his jeans and went to check the house. Sure as shit, some motherfucker had thrown a brick through her living room window.

It took him all of thirty minutes to get the mess cleaned up, all the while hoping like hell V didn’t wake up to find what had happened. As soon as dawn broke, he called Kaleb, asking that he send someone over to replace the window that morning while V was at work. As far as Zane knew, it’d already been done.

He was hoping not to have to tell her what happened, at least not yet. Since he wasn’t about to let her stay at her house alone again, he figured he might have to tell her because convincing her to stay with him wasn’t going to be as easy as he hoped. Nothing with V ever proved to be easy.

Managing an hour on the treadmill at a much slower pace than he was used to prior to the assault, Zane knocked out a mild upper body workout before returning to his house for another shower. With that complete, he texted Sawyer, Kaleb and Travis and asked them to meet him at the construction office.

When he walked in, he found his three oldest brothers already there, as was Gage Matthews. Travis and Sawyer were engrossed in something on their respective computers while Gage and Kaleb were talking.

“What the fuck is going on?” Travis spouted the question as soon as Zane stepped foot through the door.

“Well, good morning to you too,” Zane snapped, turning to the refrigerator and grabbing a bottle of water before taking a seat in the small office.

He wasn’t quite sure what he wanted to talk to them about, but he knew after what happened the night before that they were all going to have to be on the lookout for Jake Sanders, or one of his punk ass buddies. It was evident from recent events that the man was no longer hiding. There was no doubt in his mind who had thrown that fucking brick and if he caught him, there was going to be hell to pay.

“The window was fixed, and I don’t think V knows anything. I didn’t say a word to Zoey either, just in case,” Kaleb informed him when he closed the lid on his laptop, turning his attention toward Zane.

Zane listened to his brother, watching Gage in the process. The man seemed worked up about something. Not nearly as laid back and easy going as he usually was.

“Know who it was?” Sawyer asked.

“I’ve got a good idea,” Zane said, glancing back and forth between his three brothers and Gage.

“What the fuck?” Travis was beginning to sound like a broken record. Zane could sense his anger, and he couldn’t necessarily blame him. If Jake Sanders wanted to play on an even keel, they’d have a chance, but since he liked to tip the scales in his favor, and go after an unsuspecting woman, Zane wasn’t even sure where to begin.

“No one has seen him since the other night, right?” Gage asked Travis directly.

“No,” Travis replied a little too quickly, glancing suspiciously over at Kaleb and not looking directly at Gage. “I’ve got eyes and ears everywhere, and no one has heard from him.” Travis sighed heavily, leaning back in his chair.

“I read the messages he’s been sending V. She’s been ignoring him for the most part, but they’re pretty nasty,” Zane told them.

“What’s the sheriff doing about this?” Gage asked, and everyone looked over at Sawyer.

“What the hell? Why the fuck would I know?”

“We know you’ve been talking to Kennedy Endsley, bro. It’s not a secret anymore.” This time Kaleb chimed in, earning himself a glare from Sawyer.

“I haven’t heard a damn thing. I’ve got a couple of people looking out for him too, but no one’s heard anything.”

Zane didn’t even know whether it mattered if Jake was back in town. He dreamed of his own vengeance against the mother fucker who damn near killed him with a tire iron, but at this point, he was more worried about protecting V than he was exacting his own revenge. And that surprised the shit out of him.

Zane was known for his short temper and his ability to instigate a fight, but he’d never done so without good reason. He didn’t tolerate bullying, and he’d found himself in a number of situations trying to defend someone against them. The same thing happened with Jake, only Jake took the pussy way out, attacking Zane when he least expected it. He hadn’t had a chance against four of them, regardless if they were carrying tire irons.