“Yeah,” I agree when he comes back up for air, laying kisses on my neck. If he doesn’t stop, we won’t be able to turn back. My hips are pushing up, and his are grinding down, both of our bodies begging to be set free. He kisses to the neckline of my shirt before suddenly sitting back, pulling me with him.
“We have to stop,” he repeats, smoothing the hair back from my face.
I’m so keyed up that I almost tell him fuck it, but we can’t. Not yet. “I know.” This is a momentous thing for us. I don’t want to mess it up by moving too fast.
He slants his mouth over mine, laying me back on the couch again before pulling back. “Text one of them to come get you before I take you right here,” he says while kissing my neck. A moan slips out, the thought flashing behind my eyes. He stands up, adjusting his cock through his jeans. “None of that,” he warns, pointing at me. “Les. Now.”
I chuckle at him, but I know he’s right. He’s just as keyed up as me, and I know it won’t take much to tip this over the edge. Pulling my phone from my back pocket, I message Gage that I’m ready and wait. Zane is as far away from me as he can get, and I can’t help but laugh. “Are you scared of me?”
He narrows his eyes. “We need to go slow. I want to do this right, but my dick is rock hard right now, and all I can think about issinking into your pussy.” He takes another step back from me. “Stop that.”
“Stop what?” I ask with another laugh.
“Stop giving me that look. Damn it, Beautiful. You’re testing my willpower right now.” A knock sounds at the door, and I don’t know if he’s relieved or pissed. He strides over and jerks it open. “Take her,” he tells Gage as he steps in, looking between Zane and me. His face morphs into one of his grins when he takes in Zane’s wrinkled shirt and my messy hair until he’s full-on belly laughing. “It’s not funny, asshole,” Zane growls, making Gage laugh harder. I forgot how infectious that laugh is. I don’t know what I expected when Gage walked in, but it wasn’t this.
Gage wipes tears from his cheeks. “Fuck yeah, it is. Not even the mighty Zane can resist her.” Zane growls again, and Gage dances away from him when he tries to grab him.
“Come on, Pretty girl,” Gage laughs, pulling me from the couch. I walk over and slide my boots back on before walking to the door, where Zane is still standing with it wide open.
I run my hand up his chest and lay a peck on his lips. “See you later.”
“Later, Beautiful,” Zane says, running his hand down my cheek.
Walking out with Gage’s arm around my shoulders, I feel this could work.
The real test will be Ryder and Zane in the same room.
Chapter 13
Gage
GAGE
Les is quiet in the car on our way back to the house. She’s riding in the back, staring out of her window. Dex glances at me from the driver’s seat with a raised brow before looking back at the road. I know I need to ask her what happened, letting her know we’re okay with this. This was my idea, after all.
After our talk with all the guys, I came up with the idea she needed to date Zane again instead of running headlong into a relationship. Ryder agreed, which shocked the shit out of me, but I know he’s doing this for her.
I finally suck up my courage and turn in my seat to face her. “What happened back there, Pretty girl?” She slowly looks at me, and I can see the guilt all over her face. “None of that,” I tell her. “Tell us.” I don’t want her to feel bad for any of this since I pushed her to try it. I’m also the one that suggested Dex, and I take her because we’re the ones who have already accepted what is inevitably going to happen.
“He made dinner for us,” she answers finally.
“Cool. What did he make?” I ask, actually interested.
“Ragu Alla Bolognese.”
That motherfucker.I don’t need to know Italian to know he made her favorite dish.Well played, Zaney.
“He did, did he?” Dex asks; he looks like he’s trying not to laugh.
“Yes. He did,” she answers. “It was perfect.”
“Then what?” I have already figured out this part, but I want her to say it. When Zane jerked his door open, you couldn’t miss his obvious erection or the color high on Les’ cheekbones.
She stares back out the window so long I don’t think she’ll answer. When she turns back to me, I see the determination in her gaze. “Then we made out on the couch.”
I clutch my chest dramatically, gasping. “How dare you?”
“Shut up,” she giggles.
