My hips drop to the bed. “Please.”
“Please, what?” Zane asks, licking across my top lip. “Tell me what you need.”
“I need you to fuck me.”
He shakes his head. “I don’t think that’s what you need.” His hips start moving slowly. “I think you need someone to take their time. You need someone to give you what you give Holden.” I close my eyes because he’s right. “You don’t always want to be the tough guy,” Zane continues. “You want to feel protected. Cherished.” I can feel my throat close with emotion at his words.
All my life, my dad and Luca pumped into my head that I need to be the strongest, toughest, and meanest. They didn’t know what effect it would have on me reaching out to my softer side. The sidethat wants everything Zane is offering. I closed that part of myself off, making me turn into a fucking asshole to hide. Now Zane is handing it to me on a silver platter and all I have to do was reach out and take it.
I swallow hard past the lump in my throat. “I need you to make love to me.”
When I was with Leo and Gage, they both took me from behind. I don’t want that now, no matter how vulnerable it makes me feel.
Zane lays his forehead on mine. “Then that’s what you get, Love.”
Zane starts moving again, slowly sliding in and out, then seals his lips over mine. His kiss is the same as his movements, slow and unhurried, taking his time to give me what I asked for. I slide my hands around his back, then hook them at the base of his spine. He shudders from my touch, pulling his mouth away and laying his forehead back on mine. Locking my eyes with his whiskey-colored ones, I watch his pupils expand, his irises darken, and emotion clogs my throat again.
As a man, you’re taught not to cry and not to let your emotions show. They tell you it makes you weak and less of a man.
I’m here to tell you, fuck that. Emotions are a part of life. Cutting them off can damage you in ways that you never thought possible. I’ve held mine in for so damn long; it’s like a dam is about to burst.
I feel the first tear slip down my cheek. “That’s it, Love,” Zane encourages, not at all freaked out; it’s like he’s expecting it. “Let it go.” All the anger from downstairs rushes to the service, trying to pull me back under. I’ve never been that fucking mad in my life. Something in me snapped, and I blacked out. The next thing I remember was the look on Les’ face when I turned around. She was fucking scared of me. “Let. It. Go,” Zane whispers in my ear.
Tears start slipping down my face, slowly. It isn’t a rush; it’s like a soft release, cleansing my mind, my soul, and my heart. Zane never stops his slow pace inside me, never moving his eyes from mine. He doesn’t look disgusted by the show of emotion; he seems relieved he was able to help me through it.
“Zane,” I moan when I feel my body relax, my mind clear.
“I know, Love,” he murmurs. “I’ve got you.” He starts movingwith purpose, moving inside me with deep, shallow strokes. “Fuck. You feel good.” I hear the door creak open, and my head whips to look. Les steps in with a soft smile. Guilt and shame slam into me. “Don’t do that,” Zane says harshly, making my eyes snap to his. “Don’t hide from her.” I know he doesn’t mean physically; he means emotionally. I gave Les my heart. I was open to that, but I still try to hide this part of myself from her.
“Come here,Il mio sole,” I rasp.
“Good boy,” Zane whispers, making my cock jump against his stomach. “Let us take care of you.”
Les climbs onto the bed to my side, rubbing her hand down my cheek, acceptance in her eyes. “I love you, Ryder,” she whispers. “Every part of you.”
I nod because I can’t get words past the lump in my throat again. They both lean down, kissing my lips at the same time, then kissing each other. Zane sits back on his heels while Les gets on her knees and pulls her shirt over her head, showing her beautiful naked body.
The first contact of her hand with my sensitive cock, I moan again, causing Zane to groan. Zane starts moving harder, and Les slides me between her lips, sucking hard. Keeping one hand on Zane’s arm, I slide one hand underneath her, sinking my fingers into her wet pussy, and circling my thumb around her clit. Now the connection is complete.
Zane slams his hips forward, causing my cock to sink into her throat. “Oh fuck,” I choke out.
“Make our good boy feel good, Beautiful,” Zane says, running his hand through her silky hair. She moans around my cock, and that’s all it takes.
I feel my entire body tense; my balls draw up painfully. “Fuckkkkkk,” I groan, feeling my cock jerk in Les’ mouth, coming down her throat. Jet after jet of cum is ripped out of me; it’s like it won’t stop. And she takes it all without complaint, swallowing around the head.
My body finally relaxes against the bed; her head pops up on a moan, grinding herself down on my fingers, still fucking her.
“I’m going to come,” Zane grinds out, starting to pull out.
I grab his hip to stop him; his eyes darken again when they lockwith mine, reading what I don’t say. I feel him start swelling inside me, and with his eyes never leaving mine, he comes inside me. Les screams right behind him, her release soaking my hand.
I gently pull my fingers out and pull her up so I can kiss her pouty lips. Gently stroking my tongue against hers, I feel the best I’ve ever felt. She pecks my lips one more time before getting on her knees, and kissing Zane the same way.
I frown when she slides off the bed. “Where are you going,Il mio sole?”
She pecks my lips with a smile. “This is your time with him.”
She slips the shirt back over her head before padding from the room, softly closing the door behind her.
