Nicole Edwards - Zane

Zane wasn’t sure he could take much more before he exploded right there in his own fucking hand.

He moved onto the bed, handing one condom to V as she slid her fingers out of Beau’s ass. It took a minute, maybe longer for them to get situated, but once they did, Zane was looking down the long, strong length of Beau’s back, V’s much smaller body hidden beneath him. Beau had risen up on his knees long enough for V to roll the condom down his rock hard length. When he covered her once more, Zane heard her gasp as Beau impaled her on his dick.

Neither of them touched her in any way, but she seemed primed and ready to go.

“Beau!” she squealed, her hands coming around to cup Beau’s ass.

Zane got with the program, rolling the other condom down his dick before searching blindly for the lube he knew was somewhere close. Once he found it, he greased his cock, along with sliding more lube over Beau’s hole.

Fuck! Was he actually going to do this? He was suddenly second guessing himself.

“Fuck him, Zane. I want to feel you fuck him while he fucks me.” V’s voice came across assured and insistent. She was controlling this. As much as Zane thought he’d be the one making the demands, he knew she was the one directing the show. He was grateful for that.

“Oh, God,” she groaned as Beau’s hips thrust forward.

Zane used one finger, sliding it into Beau’s ass, the heat he found there damn near scorching him. He was so fucking tight. Glancing down at his dick didn’t do him any favors. He had no idea how he was supposed to fit.

No more thinking. He was going to freak out if he kept up the mental rundown of what they were doing.

With fumbling fingers, Zane began fucking Beau’s ass, leaning forward so he could see V’s beautiful face, contorted with her own pleasure. When her eyes met his, the flash of heat he saw there forced his hips forward and he was lining his cock up with Beau’s virgin ass. Oh, fuck.

“Now, baby. Fuck him now.”

Zane felt the sweat beading on his forehead, but he didn’t move to wipe it away. He didn’t move at all. He stared down at V.

“Fuck me, Beau. Fuck me hard,” V pleaded and Beau’s hips began to surge forward, move back, over and over until Zane was once again ready to drive his painfully hard dick into the man.

Without much finesse, Zane did as V wanted. He spread Beau’s ass cheeks wide, then lined his cock up with the small, puckered hole, slowly guiding himself in, inch by painful inch. The tight muscles gripped him and his breath caught in his chest. He wasn’t going to fit. There was no fucking way.

“Fuck me,” Beau roared and slammed his hips back against Zane, nearly dislodging him completely until Zane returned with a thrust of his own, finding his dick totally consumed by Beau’s body.

“Fucking hell!” Zane groaned as he began retreating slowly, then ramming in hard. Over and over he drove inside of Beau’s tight, hot hole until he was fucking him wildly, spurred on by V’s moans and whimpers.

“Shit. Oh, hell. I’m gonna fucking come!” Beau was the first to announce his impending orgasm and Zane watched as V’s fingernails dug deep into the man’s shoulders.

He was no longer cognizant of what was where. Instead, Zane began pounding harder, faster, his balls drawing up tight, his own release within reach. Meeting V’s gaze once more, Zane made sure she was right there with him.

“Yes!” V screamed, her body going stiff beneath Beau, just as Beau stilled. Zane slammed inside of Beau one last time and let himself go.

♀♂♂

Zane disappeared into the bathroom while V held Beau against her. He was shaking, and she wasn’t sure if he was all right or not, but she refused to let him go. When he pulled out of her, moving to her side, V pulled him closer, never taking her arms from around his neck. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, and she gave him the few minutes she knew he needed.

Despite his agreement that he only wanted this one time, V knew it was going to be hard on Beau. Especially knowing that Zane didn’t swing both ways and this had certainly been a one-time event. She’d seen it in Zane’s eyes. He’d nearly backed out, but somehow he managed to follow through. If, for nothing else, she knew it had been for Beau.

And didn’t that just sound all kinds of fucked up. Maybe she was trying to rationalize it too much. Maybe this had been more about all three of them than anything else, but she doubted it. As for her, she’d enjoyed it. There was something to be said about seeing two men together. Especially these two alphas. Big, strong, handsome, intensely masculine men in the throes of passion were titillating. Even if she knew it would never happen again.

Zane returned from the bathroom a few minutes later, crawling up onto the bed on V’s other side and pulling her against him. She pressed into his body, allowing his heat to consume her.

Beau pulled back and as much as V wanted to hold him close for a few more minutes, she let him go. The bed rustled, and he disappeared into the bathroom. She heard the shower turn on and other than the sound of raining water, the house was totally silent. Except for Zane’s breathing. She wondered if he was asleep.

“Are you ok?” She needed to make sure that this one moment wasn’t going to change them all in ways that they couldn’t recover from.

“Never better.” He was lying, she could feel it.

Instead of pressing him for more, V laid still, waiting for Beau to return. He didn’t. With a towel wrapped around his narrow waist, he moved across the open area, probably to retrieve his clothes. Without words, he dressed and then quietly slid out the door into the night.

After Zane’s breathing slowed, V managed to ease out from underneath him, then disappeared into the bathroom herself. After brushing her teeth and running through the shower quickly, she also headed to the kitchen, this time to retrieve the shirt that Zane had been wearing. She pulled it over her naked body and then grabbed a glass, filling it with water. Looking out the window over the sink, V realized Beau’s truck was still parked out front.

Looking over at Zane, V was satisfied that he was still asleep, so she walked out the door, finding Beau sitting on the porch.

“You all right?” she asked, taking a seat beside him in the swing that hung from the porch rafters.

“Never better.”

Ok, this was bullshit.

“Are you sorry that it happened?” she questioned, unexpectedly feeling as though they’d all engaged in some gruesome act.

“No.” Beau’s tone was resolute, and he peered over at her. “No, V. That’s not it. I swear.”

“Do you think this will change us all?” She needed someone to tell her she wasn’t crazy for thinking it would. It had seemed like a good idea in the heat of the moment, but these two men had been friends for most of their lives and no matter what anyone wanted, they’d just changed in immeasurable ways.

“In many ways, yes. In others, no. If you’re asking if this will ruin our friendship, I hope not. I don’t see Zane any differently than I did before.”

“And how did you see him?” V got the impression that what Beau felt for Zane was so much more than friendship.

“He’s my boy. Always has been. Always will be. It doesn’t matter what I feel for him. I knew it would never be that way between us. I just needed to know that what I felt was real. It is. I’m different. I get that.”

“Different?”

“I want both men and women, V. Tonight was inexplicable. I thought it would be like that, even if I thought it would never happen.”

“Are you glad that it did?”

“Yes. I wouldn’t trade tonight for anything.” Beau looked at her and V noticed he was trying to smile. “Are you?”

“In many ways, yes. I am. I don’t know how Zane’s going to feel.”

“Don’t underestimate him, V,” Beau stated firmly, looking back out into the night. “Zane’s the strongest man I’ve ever met. He doesn’t hold anything against anyone. He’s adventurous. Maybe he never thought to experiment like that, but I can almost guarantee that he will wake up tomorrow, no different than he woke up today.”

“I hope you’re right.” V heard herself saying, still unsure about this whole thing.

“I am. You’ll see. I gotta go.” Beau stood. “Thanks, V. I’m so glad you came into Zane’s life. One day, I think you’ll realize what you’ve got with that man.”

V nodded, unsure what to say to that. The only thing that was painfully clear: Beau Bennett was one of the best men she’d ever had the pleasure to meet. It got her to wondering whether her mother had ever come across a man like him and if she had, why she would have been stupid enough to think money could ever be better than the heart that he had to offer someone.

♂♀

The next few days were relatively uneventful. Considering what had happened at his house, Zane wasn’t sure anything could top – no pun intended – that for eventful anyway.

With Travis still in Dallas, Zane hadn’t had a chance to sit down with Sawyer or Travis, but he had actually talked to them both and they were planning to meet up on Thursday. Since it was only Wednesday, and Zane had his first dreaded physical therapy appointment, he couldn’t come up with a good enough excuse to miss it.

So, here he was sitting in the small waiting room with about twenty empty chairs, waiting for his newly assigned physical therapist to come and get him. He found it a little amusing that the sign on the glass window partition said that the patient would be charged twenty five dollars for appointments cancelled in less than twenty four hours, but it seemed perfectly acceptable that the therapist was now twenty seven minutes late for his appointment. He was half tempted to march right up to the door and let them know he’d gladly take twenty five dollars in cash, and they could call him when they actually had time to see him.