“Fuck,” Nate groaned and started thrusting. He leaned over and ate at her lips. He kissed her, never letting up on the slow slide of his cock. His tongue played with hers, fucking her mouth as he did the same to her pussy. He hissed and pushed himself up. Callie let her hands caress his waist. She wanted to touch every part of him. She let her head loll against Zane’s neck. She was nestled in between them. What would it feel like to have them both?
“I’m not going to last.” Nate’s eyes were pleading. His face bunched up, and the muscles of his shoulders corded.
Zane seemed to know just what to do. His right hand slid in between their bodies and found her clit as Nate pressed in and withdrew. The pad of Zane’s big thumb made circles around her clit. He started wide and got closer and closer as Nate tunneled in and pulled back out. Callie’s head rolled against Zane’s warm chest as the feeling built. Each thrust had Callie moaning.
“Please.” She couldn’t take it anymore. She had to know where this was going. She tried not to think because, even in her passion, that question scared the crap out of her. Even while she was fighting for her orgasm, she knew this was more than sex for her.
“Give it to her, Zane. I can’t take it anymore.”
When Zane pushed down on her throbbing clit, she cried out as she came.
It seemed to break something in Nate. His carefully measured strokes lost their rhythm, and his head fell forward. He ground his pelvis against hers, pressing Zane’s hand between them, making her come all over again. She let her head fall back and felt Zane’s mouth on her cheek, kissing her as he rubbed that nubbin of flesh that dominated her life in those moments. Nate pressed deep and then shouted as he came. He thrust one last time, holding himself against her before falling into her arms.
Callie let herself float for a moment. It felt so good to be between them, but Zane had a problem. “Zane?”
He laughed against her ear. “Already taken care of, babe. You were so hot I came like a fucking fifteen-year-old.” He pressed against her back. She could feel he was already getting hard again. “But I’ll be inside you soon enough.”
Nate looked up, his eyes heavy. “One night isn’t enough. Stay with us for the weekend.”
A weekend? Not a good idea. She was crazy about them now. What would she feel like if she really got to know them? Could her heart handle it?
Callie decided she would rather have a broken heart than never to have risked it. She let her hands tangle in Nate’s hair as she whispered her answer. One night was definitely not enough.
Chapter Two
Callie Sheppard looked slightly out of place in the big, elegant suite, Zane decided. She would be much more at home in the woods. That was where nymphs lived. The pretty ones, not the maniac kind. He’d known a couple of those, and some had been pretty. Callie was a fairy nymph. Right? He let his mind drift back to some old college classes and decided that she was definitely a nymph. A super hot, curvy, sweet-as-sin nymph.
“So, where are you from?” Callie asked.
Why had Nate left them alone? He swallowed. He wasn’t used to talking to women about anything serious. He searched his thoughts to come up with the last actual date he’d been on. Was it a date if you paid for the beers and then screwed the chick in the back room of the bar? There hadn’t been a lot of talking with that one.
“Fort Worth.” It was simple enough. He could answer her questions. He’d just be really brief. “But I was born in Austin. My dad moved us to Fort Worth when I was eight, and then he was gone by the time I was ten. I think my mom always missed Austin, though.”
Where the hell had that come from? She didn’t care that his mom had been left alone. She had been a crappy mom, but at least he understood that much about her. But Callie was just making small talk.
“I bet you missed it, too. It must have been hard leaving home like that.” She leaned forward on the couch, the edges of her terry cloth robe gaping open. Her bags had arrived earlier, and she’d slipped into the comfy thing after her shower. He’d wanted to hop into the shower with her but held back. She was probably sore. He could be overwhelming. God, he didn’t want to hurt her.
“It was. I didn’t fit in real well up here.” That was an understatement. After his dad left, he hadn’t even fit in at home. He told Callie that, too. He didn’t seem capable of stopping. He talked about how one of his mom’s boyfriends had been an administrator at a private school. The school had everything except a good offensive lineman.
“Is that where you met Nate?”
He nodded. Nate had been a fairly decent quarterback. He’d gotten a hell of a lot better once Zane had started knocking down the people who came after him. They’d been close ever since.
Callie scratched at the robe and readjusted it. She seemed uncomfortable. Had Stefan been telling them the truth about Callie?
“You can take that off if you want.” He wouldn’t mind her sitting around naked.
Her face bunched up sweetly. “Are you sure?”
He was damn sure. He pulled his T-shirt over his head. “If it makes you feel more comfortable, I can take off my clothes, too.”
She shrugged out of the robe. “It’s okay. I know I’m weird, but I like being like this. It feels natural. It’s not like I don’t wear clothes in public or anything. I’m actually quite prim.”
He bet she would look like a cute librarian, if the khaki skirt and button-up blouse he’d seen her unpack earlier were any indication. It did nothing to lessen her appeal. Callie sat back, completely naked, and Zane realized Stefan had been right about his “almost” sister. There was a lovely air of innocence around her. It brought out his protective instincts. Zane knew that he’d beat the crap out of anyone who tried to break her of it.
“That was a fierce look. What were you thinking?” Her eyes were wide and curious.
He took a deep breath. He didn’t want to scare her off. That was the last thing he wanted to do. She didn’t need to meet his inner caveman yet. “Nothing, babe. I was just thinking I’ve told you an awful lot about me. Why don’t you tell me something? Tell me something you’ve never told anyone else.” He wanted to know her. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but she was important. Even if he wasn’t sure he wanted her to be.
She gnawed on her bottom lip. “I don’t think I have any secrets. Not anything big. I’m boring.”
She was anything but boring, and suddenly he wanted her to know something about him. Something he hadn’t even told Nate. “I’m starting a job in a couple of days, and I don’t really want it.”
“Why are you doing it, then?”
That was the million-dollar question. Why was he going into a job that scared the crap out of him? “I won’t let Nate go alone.” He looked down, unable to stare into her eyes.
She nudged his head up. “That is the sweetest thing I ever heard.”
He felt himself flush and quickly changed the subject. “Now, there has to be something you can tell me.” He let his hand sink into her hair.
“Well,” she started as a sly smile crossed her face. “There are a lot of things that I haven’t done that most twenty-five-year-olds take for granted.”
His cock responded immediately to that sexy stare. He got the distinct feeling she wasn’t talking about taking tequila shots. “What haven’t you done, baby?”
She took a deep breath, her shoulders tensed, and she looked down. “I’ve never given a guy a blow job.”