Nicole Edwards - Zane

V’s skin heated from his words; her mind visualizing him tearing her clothes from her body before slamming inside of her and calming her chaotic mind. She realized that’s what he was trying to do. He was diverting her thoughts to him, and she appreciated him for it.

More so than he would ever know.

“Is that what you want?” Zane took a step closer.

V glanced down realizing that the outfit she had on was one of her favorites. No, she didn’t want him to ruin it, so she managed to free the buttons before sliding her blouse off, letting it flutter to the floor, then doing the same with her skirt. She recognized her bra and panty set and knew it wasn’t one of her favorites, so maybe she should take him up on the offer, just to see what he would do.

“Is that a dare?” Zane’s question had V wondering whether she actually spoke the words out loud. “You better tell me now,” Zane continued, sliding his warm fingers into the thin strip of fabric over each hip.

The next thing V knew, she was standing there, her panties in Zane’s hands, torn directly from her body, leaving her bare from the waist down.

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“You are so fucking sexy,” Zane growled the words through clenched teeth. He wasn’t trying to make a habit out of tearing her underwear from her body, but fuck, he was beginning to enjoy it.

For the first time since Zane pulled her out of Zoey’s truck, the glassy, terror ridden look on her face was replaced with something much more acceptable. Heat. Lust. Desire. All of it was right there for Zane to see, and he was more than willing to give V something else to think about.

Zane reached around her, unclasping the hook on the back of her bra before baring her breasts to his hungry gaze. She was stark naked, just the way he liked her. Without haste, he deftly removed the rest of his clothes before pulling V into the small shower with him. The water was scorching, just like the look in V’s vivid, whiskey colored eyes.

“Put your leg on the edge of the tub,” Zane directed her. “Now lean back against the wall.”

Dropping to his knees, Zane wasted no time burying his tongue in her pussy, inhaling her arousal and relishing the feel of her hands as they gripped his hair. Hard.

“Zane,” she moaned his name over and over, her fingers tightening in his hair as she pulled him in closer, giving him all the access he needed to spear her with his tongue, using his thumb to tease her clit until she was shaking.

“Fuck me. Oh, God, I need you to fuck me.”

Zane fully intended to fuck her, but he needed her ready for him. He didn’t want to hurt her, and he knew that just being in the shower required him to ready her that much more. He continued his assault on her clit, switching, using his tongue to drive her crazy while driving his thumb deep inside of her until she was no longer moaning, she was screaming his name, her hands sending blinding shards of pain straight through his scalp as she held on.

Fuck, he loved when she did that.

Standing to his full height, giving her just a second to return to him, Zane aligned his body with hers, lifted her leg over his hip and slammed deep inside of her. V’s eyes flew open, and she bit her lip, the walls of her sex gripping him painfully tight as he pulled back and then slammed forward once more. He wasn’t aiming for gentle, he needed to fuck her, to hear her scream again as he sent her over one more time.

When her body clamped down on his cock, her fingernails digging into his biceps, he knew she was close. “Look at me, V. Open your eyes.”

When she did, he thrust his hips harder, faster, pounding inside of her as though he was starving for her. Which he was. He found himself always wanting more of her, and he knew he would never get enough. Never.

“I want to hear you scream. I want your neighbor’s to know who is fucking you, V. Scream for me, baby.”

Slamming into her again, Zane felt his own orgasm brewing, and he knew this one was going to be even more severe than the last. They always were.

“V! I’m gonna come, baby!” Zane found her clit with this thumb, pressed hard and felt her pussy spasm around him at the same time he lost control, his release pulsing through him, filling her as she finally screamed his name.

Half an hour later, they were both climbing out of the shower, clean and thoroughly sated. Hopefully, he’d managed to keep her mind off of her panic. Not that he wanted her to have those attacks at all, but having sex with her in order to distract certainly was not a hardship. Not by a long shot.

“When you said I was going to Dallas, what exactly did you mean by that?” V asked him as she pulled on a flirty little sundress that had Zane pausing as he buttoned his jeans. Maybe he was moving too fast here. He might be taking them off again if she insisted on wearing that little white number because... FUCK! She looked good.

It took a second to remember what she had asked, but when he did, he turned away to find his shirt before answering.

“Exactly what I said. We’re all going up to Dallas early tomorrow morning. It’s a quick overnight trip, but Luke McCoy has agreed to let us explore the club.” Zane wasn’t going to go into more detail than that. Not that he had much more.

“I don’t know,” she said, running a comb through her hair.

Zane met her eyes in the bathroom mirror. “I need you to go with me, V.”

He didn’t want to go into the reasons why he wasn’t willing to leave her here alone either. If he could avoid telling her what happened last night, he intended to. At least for now.

“Why? I’m not a decision maker in this process,” V said matter-of-factly. “Zoey should be the one going.”

“She is. So are Kaleb, Sawyer and Travis.”

“She is?” V asked, noticeably not caring about the latter part of his explanation.

“Do you think Kaleb would leave her behind?”

“No.” V resumed combing her hair, not meeting his gaze. “I just don’t think I should go along.”

Zane moved closer, pressing against her back and wrapping his arms around her waist. He rested his chin on her shoulder and smiled at her in the mirror. “I’m asking because I want you with me, V.” It was more than the truth.

More than not wanting to leave her alone while he was gone, Zane really wanted her with him. Hell, he wanted her with him at all times, and it had nothing to do with protecting her. He found he didn’t want to be away from her. Three months had been a hell of a long time and as far as he was concerned, he was still making up for lost time.

Not only that, Zane was going to get a firsthand glimpse of one of Texas’ most renowned fetish clubs, which he considered an essential part of preparing for what he wanted his club to be. The fact that Travis had agreed to let him manage one of the clubs still had Zane riding high. Hell, he hadn’t been back to work since he left the hospital and he wasn’t sure he was going to be able to now. Not with what was looming on the horizon for him. Working on cars and trucks no longer held the same appeal as it used to.

Speaking of... Zane made a mental note to stop by and talk to Ethan. He needed to see what he could do to help his brother out. Hiring another mechanic, if they hadn’t already, was probably the right way to go. He felt like a total ass for not doing it already.

“When are we leaving?” V’s question pulled Zane back to the present.

He smiled at her in the mirror, grateful that he hadn’t had to beg. He would have, but he wouldn’t have been happy about it.

“In an hour,” Zane told her, throwing out a time.

“What? You said we were leaving tomorrow morning.”

“And we are, but tonight we’re going to spend the night at my house.”

It was a three hour drive to Dallas, and he wasn’t sure when exactly his brothers planned to leave. He also needed to pick up one of Sawyer’s spare vehicles.

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V stood in her closet, staring at her clothes. What the hell was she supposed to wear to a fetish club? What the hell was a fetish club? It wasn’t like they had one in Coyote Ridge.

Yet.

She contemplated calling Zoey to ask, but she didn’t want to sound like a complete idiot. Except when it came to this, she was. Grabbing her cell phone from her dresser, V paced her bedroom, hearing Zane talking to someone in the other room. His cell phone vibrated shortly after she agreed to go, and he disappeared as soon as he answered.

“What am I supposed to wear to a fetish club?” V asked without preamble as soon as Zoey answered.

Her friend’s chuckle made her smile.

“I have no idea. I was about to call you and ask the very same thing.”

Well, crap. That didn’t help. V wandered back into her closet, flipping through her clothes. She had too many damn clothes.

“I guess it’s safe to assume you’ll be wearing a skirt or a dress, right?” Zoey’s voice was muffled, as though she were holding the phone between her cheek and shoulder, probably going through her own clothes if V had to guess.

Of course, she’d be wearing a dress. What the hell else would she wear to a place like that? “What kind of place is this?” V asked, trying to plan out an outfit in her head.

“The only thing I could get out of Kaleb was that it’s upscale and elegant. That’s about all he could get from Travis.”

Well, crap.

An hour later, V was packed, both her and Zoey agreeing on the outfits they were wearing the following night at to the club. When all was said and done, V had picked out both of their outfits, but that’s what she did best, and Zoey looked to her on many occasions for wardrobe help.