Nicole Edwards - Zane

Travis didn’t deny his bisexual nature. Didn’t deny what he wanted, but it also wasn’t something he shared with those closest to him. He knew his brothers had no idea. Travis liked women, but he liked men too.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for.” Gage’s words penetrated the fog that had descended on his brain. Travis didn’t move, didn’t try to push Gage away. Their hands were still twined in each other’s hair, their noses just a breath apart, their eyes locked as though trying to see something more than what was visible on the outside.

“I know what I want,” Travis said honestly. He’d known for a while. Quite a while, actually.

“And that is?” Gage questioned.

The way their bodies continued to rub against one another, Travis couldn’t help but wonder just how far this was going to go. He could imagine himself buried balls deep in Gage’s ass, or vice versa. He didn’t have a problem with either. Top, bottom, it didn’t matter to him. The only thing he knew, he wanted Gage with a fierce, aching need that he hadn’t known in quite some time.

Pulling Gage’s head closer, Travis nipped his bottom lip, his stomach churning with lust, his balls aching with the need for release, his dick throbbing with the aggressive need to plunge inside of Gage.

The growl that tore from Gage’s chest only heightened his need for him.

“I want to bury my cock in your ass. Fuck you nine ways to Sunday and then start all over again,” Travis said, punctuating his statement with more nips, followed by a swipe of his tongue. Gage’s hard exhale made him continue. “I want to bend you over my desk and pound inside of you until you fucking come.”

“What if I said I don’t play that way?”

“You will,” Travis stated firmly. He had no doubt in his mind that if this ever progressed to the next level, he’d never get enough of Gage until he’d had the man in every way.

Every. Possible. Way.

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“Did something happen at your house last night?” Zoey asked as they headed down Main Street, in the direction of V’s house. They’d finally finished with their only Sunday morning appointment, and she was looking forward to a hot bath and maybe a stiff drink.

“Not that I know of, why?” V had no idea what Zoey was referring to, but she prayed it wasn’t in reference to Beau. How would she know?

“I don’t know. Kaleb answered the phone in the middle of the night, or at least I thought it was, and I’m pretty sure he was talking to Zane. When I asked him what was wrong, he wouldn’t tell me.”

V knew that wasn’t like Kaleb. He told Zoey everything, and in turn, she usually shared what she could with V. Not that there was much going on that V needed to know about, but a phone call in the middle of the night from Zane did sound a little strange. Especially since he stayed the night at her house.

Now that she thought about it, V remembered rolling over at one point and not finding the warmth of Zane wrapped around her, but she had been so tired, finally sleeping deeply for the first time in months, she didn’t think anything of it. When she woke up he had been there, so she figured it had just been a dream. Apparently not.

As they were pulling into V’s neighborhood, Zoey’s cell phone rang and after glancing at the caller id, she answered.

“Hey, baby,” she greeted the caller and V knew it had to be Kaleb.

V smiled at the saccharine sweet way her friend greeted him. Had she not been having her own bout of contradictory feelings for Zane, she would’ve been disgusted. Sadly, she just thought it was adorable.

“Dallas?”

V turned her head toward her friend. She couldn’t hear what Kaleb was saying on the other end of the line, so she had to eavesdrop and interpret Zoey’s end of the conversation. Since her friend began speaking in one word answers, she had a difficult time keeping up.

Her cell phone chirped, signaling her with an incoming text and she glanced down at it. She’d been holding it in her hand, almost like a lifeline.

Zane: We’re going to Dallas.

As soon as she read the text, she responded, no longer paying attention to Zoey and her phone call. Evidently Kaleb had been calling her to let her know the same thing.

V: Who’s we?

V wasn’t sure why she asked that question. It certainly wasn’t any of her business, but she couldn’t seem to help herself.

Zane: Travis, Kaleb, Sawyer and me

V: Ok

Zane: And you

V: What?

V had no idea what Zane was talking about. She wasn’t going to Dallas. Before Zane responded, Zoey hung up the phone and glanced over at her as she pulled into the driveway of V’s house.

“We’re going to Dallas.” Zoey smiled from ear to ear.

“Who’s we?” she asked Zoey the same question she asked Zane.

“We. You, me, the boys. We’re going to Dallas, so you better get your ass out of the truck and go get packed.”

V glanced up at her house, the panic starting to kick in. She tried to hide the way her hands began to shake, gripping her cell phone tighter. She didn’t want to go in. She didn’t want to get out of the truck. It was getting harder and harder for her to do so and she didn’t know why. It should’ve been getting easier, right? So why wasn’t it?

Gripping the door handle, V went to open the door, but jumped when she saw a man standing just outside the door. She screamed, clutching her heart. Zane pulled her door open, looking down at her with a decidedly unhappy look on his face before taking her hand and helping her out.

“See ya, Zane!” Zoey smiled, seemingly oblivious to V’s sudden inability to breathe.

She didn’t hear what Zane said to Zoey because the roaring in her ears was becoming so loud she couldn’t even hear herself think.

The next thing she knew, Zane was pulling her up against him, holding her head against his chest and placing his lips on the top of her head.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, not moving and giving V the opportunity to inhale the familiar scent of him. Zane didn’t wear cologne, or at least she didn’t think he did. Not often anyway. And the clean, fresh scent of him was even more exhilarating than the most expensive cologne she had ever smelled. For a minute, she let herself be soothed by his arms, his smell, and the pounding of his heart in his chest.

“I’m going to take you inside now. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

V knew that. She did. In fact, she knew that if anyone should be freaking out, it should be Zane. He was the one who endured the trauma right there in her front yard. Not her. So why wasn’t he breaking down? Shaking like a leaf?

She knew why. Zane Walker was strong. Stronger than she was and V wasn’t referring to his physical capabilities. God, she just wanted to be stronger.

Zane didn’t release her, just pulled her closer to his side so they could move up the driveway, then up the steps to her front door. Somewhere along the way, she must’ve given him the keys because they made their way inside quickly, Zane closing and locking the door behind them.

“Shower,” he said as though that were the most logical choice of things to do. Did she smell that bad? It was true that she and Zoey had been working all morning, but she didn’t want to think he could smell her.

Looking up at him, she noticed that sexy smirk and then the lifting and lowering of his eyebrows as though he were telling her a secret with his eyes. For the life of her, V had no idea what he was trying to say.

He didn’t bother to explain either. Taking her hand, Zane pulled her down the short hallway to her bedroom, then he kept on going until they were in her small master bathroom. V felt a little self-conscious about her miniscule bathroom with the single sink and bath/shower combination. It wasn’t nearly as opulent as Zane’s immaculately designed home. There weren’t fancy sinks, or decorative faucets. In fact, they were all the standard, ugly brass, just like the doorknobs.

She had to remind herself that this was her house. She paid for it all on her own, and that’s what mattered most. It might not be extravagant, and it might not have a magnificent view of a bubbling creek and acres of farmland, but it was still hers.

V heard the shower come on, and she turned to face Zane, noticing that he had ditched his shirt somewhere along the way. The sight of all that glorious skin, tanned and rippled with muscle, made her mouth water. She never got tired of looking at him. He was striking.

“Take your clothes off,” he instructed, his voice once again firm and demanding, just as she’d come to expect from him, especially when he had that heated look in his smoky blue eyes.

V reached for the buttons on her sleeveless shirt, but her fingers were trembling so bad, she couldn’t make them work.

“I don’t want you thinking about anything except for what it’s going to feel like when I bury myself deep inside of you.” Zane’s voice was firm, but he didn’t sound angry. Not the way he had sounded the night before when he had pulled her on top of him, forcing her to look at him while he lodged himself deep inside of her.

She tried to focus on his words, but the panic that had become second nature was still swirling through her blood, making her skin tingle and the hair on the back of her neck stand up. She hated this feeling, but she had no idea what to do about it.

“Now, Vanessa. I want you naked, right now. If you don’t do it, I will, and you won’t like the shape your clothes will be in when I rip them clean off your body.”