The Billionaire Bad Boys Club

“Mm,” she mumbled. “I feel so much better.”

She guessed Trey expected her to sleep through him carrying her. He’d been bending to swing her legs off the floor. When she spoke, he left them where they were and straightened. Rebecca didn’t mind. Her front rested pleasantly against his.

“Your back is okay?”

“Uh-huh.” She opened her eyes and squinted. “It’s bright in here.”

“We’re in the garage. We’re home.”

They were in a freaking airplane hanger. Everything needed to service vehicles was here, up to and including a hydraulic lift.

“Wow,” she said, craning around Trey to take it in. Two limos gleamed side by side in slots: a vintage black with a fancy grill and a classic white modern. Zane’s silver convertible was behind her. Its nearest car buddy was a shiny red Bugatti, low-slung and—even to her unsophisticated eyes—thoroughly sexy. After that, she noted two Harley motorcycles, some sort of giant black SUV, and a relatively sedate Mercury sedan.

She had a hard time imagining her beat-up delivery van parking here.

“We drive them all,” Trey said. “Or if we don’t, staff do. Zane’s weirdly attached to the car he bought in college.”

Rebecca smiled, endeared by his defensiveness. “They’re pretty. You have no idea the silly things I’d buy for my home kitchen if I could afford them.”

He smiled back, his brief tension relaxing. “My Bugatti is the prettiest.”

“Oh here we go,” Zane groaned liked he’d heard this before.

“Because it’s red,” Trey said. “And faster than his old Mercedes. Plus, its curves are sexy.”

His cars’ curves seemed to remind him she had some. He slid his palms around her ass, hitching her higher and closer. As he lifted her off her feet, Rebecca’s eyebrows rose. Trey was all the way hard, the firm swell of his erection nudging her pelvis. Unable to help herself, she squirmed. Trey’s penetrating eyes darkened.

“What do you say?” he asked in a rougher tone. “Want to get this adventure started?”

“Here?”

“Why not? This is our territory, home to our manliest man toys. And no one will interrupt us. Once we drive through our front gate, we can do and be what we please.”

Having spent much of her life hiding things, Rebecca saw the appeal of that. She laid her cheek on Trey’s shoulder and looked at Zane. He stood maybe ten feet away, seeming rooted to the sealed concrete floor. He was a handsome man: tall, built, and pricey in his tailored trousers and custom shirt. His expression inspired a shiver. He was watching her and Trey as if someone had cast a spell on him. Lust had him in its grip, from the parting of his bedroom lips, to the quickened rise and fall of his chest, to the sizeable hump behind his zipper. Wanting that and more, she swung her legs around Trey’s hips.

“What about you?” she asked Zane. “Do you want to get started?”

“Yes,” was the answer he grated out.

“Thank God,” Trey whispered a second before he kissed her.

He walked with her as he did, arms tight around her and mouth hungry. Though she’d closed her eyes, she wasn’t the least surprised to be laid back over the hood of his Bugatti. Happy to be there, she crossed her ankles behind his tailbone.

“Let me do the work,” he murmured in her ear. “I don’t want your back to seize up again.”

Her back was fine, but she sensed that wasn’t behind the instruction. He wanted her restricted. He got off on it. Zane had come closer while they were kissing, only a step away from the sleek sports car. One palm rested on his belly, like he was afraid or maybe embarrassed about moving it to his cock. He hadn’t minded touching himself before. Trey had to be the source of his hesitation. He was opening the buttons on her blouse. Zane met her gaze and flushed.

“Zane bound my hands the first time he got me off,” she said.

Trey lifted his head, breath suspended for a heartbeat. She’d spoken impulsively. From the men’s reactions, this was the right topic to bring up.

“He used his belt,” she went on. “He wrapped it around my wrists and went down on me.”

“In his car?” Trey’s voice rasped like sandpaper.

“In his car. He barely had room to move.”

Air wafted over her cleavage, above the satiny bra she wore. Trey closed his eyes. “Are you saying you’d like him to bind you now?”

“I’m saying if you want, you could restrain me some. I didn’t mind when he did it.”

“‘Didn’t mind’ isn’t the same as liking it.”

“Oh I liked it,” she admitted.

Trey groaned like she was killing him. Suddenly, he moved in a flurry. Her blouse was gone, and her skirt, and then he pulled her panties off.

“You have amazing legs,” he panted, hands cruising up her calves and thighs. She supposed they were strong. She was on them all the time. Chances were she was lucky Trey noticed them. He snapped her bra free in a second, pushing each breast up for a hard kiss. The sting of his lips pulled a gasp from her.

“Okay?” he asked, soothing her now blazing nipples with his thumbs.

She nodded, somewhat surprised for enjoying it. She couldn’t doubt she had. The pulsing of her clit had just doubled in tempo. As if he knew, Trey stepped between her knees. He sat her up, yanking her to the edge of the hood with a vigor that caused her skin to skid on the cherry paint.

It didn’t hurt, but it made her gasp as well. She hadn’t expected her sweetheart boss to be quite this decisive. Zane did, apparently.

“Here,” he said, tossing Trey a small object.

The object was a condom. Trey caught it in one hand and yanked his zipper down with the other. That left him a hand short.

“Take my cock out,” he ordered her.

It absolutely was an order. Rebecca had given enough of them to recognize the tone. Nothing inside her minded, not when the order came from him. Shaking just a little with anticipation, she spread his trouser front. His big erection pushed out his underwear. Carefully, Rebecca folded the cotton under him. She tucked the waistband beneath his balls, which resulted in lifting them. Pleased with that picture, she wrapped her hands around his hipbones, her thumbs stretched beneath his shaft. The stiffened flesh jolted with his pulse, the slit beading with pre-cum.

“I love your dragon,” she said, her right thumb running over it where the pointed tail stretched up his underside. Aside from its erotic suggestiveness, the tat was beautiful in the brightness of the garage, its colors and scales vivid.

“He’s going into you,” Trey said hoarsely. “As soon as I get this on.”

She wasn’t the only one turned on by this idea. Zane let out a low moan. Trey jerked but didn’t look at him. She suspected Trey would have liked Zane to roll on the rubber. Perhaps he didn’t want to push his luck. He did it himself instead, quickly and with deft motions. Rebecca watched him, mesmerized.

He brought her eyes back to his by slapping his palms on the car hood beside her hips. This too was a dominant gesture. She was very aware that—of the three of them—only she was naked. Moisture trickled through her folds, hot and slick. Trey leaned forward until the crest of his penis touched her where she was wet.

“I thought about this,” he said, his tone dangerous. “Every time we were together at the restaurant, no matter what else was going on, I wanted to be fucking you.”

She wet her lips, her gaze caught and held by the fire in his. She touched his penis lightly, adjusting its angle to fit his wide glans to her entrance. Trey sucked in air but didn’t move forward. “I wanted that too.”

Her answer freed him. He pushed in: one long stroke slow enough to count as careful. As his cock disappeared inside her, Zane made the same low sound he had before. Trey stopped when his slinged-up balls met her ass.

“Come closer,” Trey rasped to Zane. “Rebecca, lean back so he can see.”

Rebecca could hardly help herself. The pressure of his cock inside her was delicious. She had to arch at it. When she did, the shift in position bared the veiny width just above his root. Zane’s eyes totally locked on it. His fascination made her crazy, like the dial on her arousal was spun to ten. She needed to be taken as she never had in her life.

“Please,” she said to Trey, her grip tight where she hung on his strong shoulders. “Please do this.”

Trey snapped his reins but good. His smooth hard strokes reverbed along every nerve in her abdomen. The result was heaven and hell together—making her want desperately to come, yet also to go on like that forever.

“Rebecca,” Trey gasped in that way he had, as if her name was one he knew intimately. She supposed she understood why now. He’d been dreaming of her for years.

The thought excited her even more; the crazy intensity he brought to every plunge into her. Her breasts bounced on her ribcage, drawing his eyes to them. He palmed one, thumbed one, then simply gripped her hips and churned. That must have been what he wanted most. His head tipped back with pleasure, his Adam’s apple standing out. Groans issued from his chest and echoed through the garage. Rebecca dug her fingers deeper into his shoulders and timed her upward humps to his.