“Thank fuck for that. Those fuckers creep me out,” Leo says with a fake shudder, making me laugh.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you something, Beautiful,” Zane says, pulling my attention to him. “Where’s Playboy?”
Holy shit. I completely forgot Playboy was Zane’s informant. “He’s with G and Boone.”
“I fucking knew it,” Zane says with a laugh. “I figured if anyone could get him clean, it was them.”
“You tried to help him,” I say, remembering Playboy telling me Zane sent him to rehab.
Zane shrugs, uncomfortable. “He’s not a bad kid. He stayed clean for about six months after that. I cut him off after I realized he slipped.”
“He’s doing great, man,” Ryder says, sitting up on the couch. “G and Boone keep him busy, and he busted his ass looking for you guys.”
“I’d like to see the little fucker,” Zane says affectionately.
I nod. “We can do that. But I have to warn you, G and Boone might not be very welcoming.” My last conversation with Boone was promising him that I wasn’t going back to Zane. Technically I didn’t; I just added him to my guys. Not that he would see it that way. “I’ll handle them, though.” I wouldn’t mind seeing Lucas andLandon, either. The guys told me they’ve been fitting in great over there.
“I’m sure you can,” Zane chuckles.
We’ll have to see if I really can.
I’m floating on a cloud,pleasure pouring from every limb. I squeeze my eyes shut tighter, trying to stay in this dream world until I feel something move against my leg. My eyes snap open, locking with Zane’s whiskey-colored ones from between my thighs. The pleasure isn’t from a dream; it’s him eating my pussy slowly, bringing me to reality. Once he sees my eyes open, he doesn’t let up, sliding his fingers slowly inside me. Zane announced to the entire room I was his last night, tossed me over his shoulder, and carried me upstairs. Nothing happened; we just stripped naked and slid between the sheets, wrapped around each other. I guess he has other plans this morning.
“Zane,” I moan, running my fingers through his hair. Pumping his fingers in and out, he sucks my clit into his mouth, lashing it with his tongue. My hips start rotating with his fingers, and I know I’m already close; that’s what woke me up, to begin with. Zane gently nips my clit, and I explode. “Zane!” He slides his tongue down and licks up every bit of my release until I whimper from sensitivity. Popping up with a grin, he licks his lips, braces his hands beside my head, and kisses me slowly.
“How sore are you?” he asks against my lips, rubbing the head of his dick against my sensitive clit.
“Not bad,” I gasp, grabbing onto his biceps. Reaching between us, he lines up before returning his hand beside my head. He pushes forward; I feel the burn and can’t stop the wince. “Please don’t stop,” I beg when I feel him pulling back.
“You’re too sore, Les,” he says softly.
“I need you, Zane.” I need this one-on-one time with him. Lastnight was incredible, but I haven’t had this with Zane yet. He searches my face before pushing forward as slowly as he can. When his body settles against mine, we both sigh, staring into each other’s eyes. “I love you.” The words roll off my tongue easily, causing his whole body to shudder.
He sighs again, laying his forehead against mine. “I never thought I’d hear those words from you, Beautiful,” he pecks my lips. “I love you too. More than anything.”
If this thing with Jay taught me one thing, it’s to stop fighting against what you want the things you need. I might have been too damn stubborn to admit before that one of those things was Zane, but I’m not anymore. Zane is mine now.
We move slowly together, just getting lost in each other. He kisses my lips, neck, forehead, and the tip of my nose. Tears spring into my eyes, but out of pure happiness. I forgot how cherished Zane could make me feel while we were together. There are several sides to having sex with Zane, but this one always stood out the most. No matter how urgent we are, all my guys know how to make me feel loved. Worshipped.
Zane kisses away the tears rolling down my cheeks, instinctively knowing they aren’t bad tears. When I come this time, it’s slow and sweet, just like it is with Zane right now. Zane comes right after me, groaning his release in my ear. We lay there, still connected, arms around each other, kissing slowly.
He pulls back, kisses my forehead, locks his arms behind my back, and slides off the bed.
“What are you doing?” I ask with a laugh when he stands up with me still attached to him.
“We have a busy day today,” he says. “But I’m not ready to leave this pussy yet.”
I laugh again. “I hate to tell you, but I have other business to take care of that doesn’t involve your dick.” Zane sticks his bottom lip out, and it’s the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I lay a kiss on it. “You’re picking up bad habits from Gage.”
Zane barks a laugh. “That’s not good.” He strides to thebathroom and sets my feet on the floor before leaving me to use the bathroom in peace.
When I’m done, I turn the shower on and step in. I hear the door open two seconds later and shake my head when I hear Zane taking a piss. It’s funny that these guys have seen me very naked and in some messed-up positions, but I can’t pee in front of them. They, however, don’t have any qualms about it.
The sink cuts on and off, then the glass shower doors open, and Zane steps inside. I take a minute to appreciate how sexy Zane still is, even with the newly added scars. “See something you like?” he asks when my eyes finally reach his.
“Definitely.” Zane is still built to perfection; he won’t get any complaints from me.
He raises an eyebrow. “Are you flirting with me, Ms. Poletti?”
