Zane raises an eyebrow. “Alright.”
We get settled in the living room on the couch, and I try not to focus on how close he’s sitting to me. He picks up the remote, aimlessly flipping, trying to find something to watch.
His arm is on the back of the couch behind my head; his thighs are spread wide, the one closest to me rubbing against mine; I let my eyes drift further up.Fuck.His dick is perfectly outlined in his tight boxers, and I can only think about his taste in my mouth.
“Holden.”
“What?” I jerk my eyes to his.
“I asked if you’ve seen Deadpool.”
“Uh yeah.” How long was he trying to talk to me? “We can watch it again, though.”
Zane gives me a weird look before pressing play on the movie. Idon’t even make it through the first five minutes before I’m daydreaming again.
All of us in Ryder’s room is at the forefront of my mind. Zane didn’t fight against his bisexual side like the rest of us. He was curious and didn’t hesitate to explore it with us. That made him even sexier. That confidence he carries no matter what makes people pay attention, especially me. If I had to guess, it’s what drew Ryder in.
Ryder is confident in his own right. Strong, intelligent, and protective as hell. But he never had anyone to protect him except Dex. Zane can help Ryder on the sexual and emotional side, whereas Dex helps him in their jobs.
When Zane whispered to me that we would be alone for hours together, his words had a promise. Why hasn’t he acted on them? I can’t help but think he doesn’t want me, but that isn’t it. Is he waiting for me to make the first move? I’m bold, but I don’t know if I’m that bold yet. Not with Zane. I might have thrown out the first challenge in the pool that night, but I had liquid courage then. Zane intimidated me in a good way.
“You’re not watching the movie.” I jerk my head to Zane’s dry voice again and flush.
“I was just thinking,” I say lamely.
“About?” he says slowly.
“Why haven’t you made a move on me?” I ask before I can stop myself.Damn it. How the hell does he do that?
Zane’s eyebrows shoot up. “What am I? Just a piece of meat to you?” he jokes, making me laugh. It breaks the tension in my shoulders, so it had his intended effect.
“No,” I laugh. “I was just thinking about what happened in Ryder’s room.” He raises a brow. “Do you not think about it?”
He chuckles, but it’s deep. “I think about that sweet mouth all the time, if that’s what you’re asking.”
Holy shit.Just like that, I go from half-mast to full hard on. All because of simple words.
“Oh,” I breathe.
Zane sits up on the couch, places a gentle hand on my chest until I’m laying back, then arranges his body on top of mine. “Is this whatyou want, Sweet boy?” he asks, his lips rubbing against mine. I nod, and he chuckles that deep sound again. “I was waiting for you to say something.”
“Why?” I gasp when he licks up the side of my neck.
“Because,” he whispers, “I needed to know you want me as much as I want you.”
I jerk my head back to see his face. “I thought it was obvious.” Zane needed confirmation from me?
Zane shakes his head. “I don’t mean just sexually, Holden.”
I frown. “What do you mean?”
“I told Ryder that you two were mine,” he declares, surprising me. “Mine to protect. Mine to take care of. Mine to care about. Just like Les. In any way, you need me.”
“You care about me?” I ask hoarsely.
“Sweet boy. Isn’t it obvious?” he murmurs, throwing my words back at me. “The moment you walked into my apartment, IknewI would do anything to protect you.” And he did minutes later when we were getting shot at. He put his body right in front of me without thinking about his own safety.
I swallow. “I care about you too.”
