Page 17 of Captivating Nights

Chapter 12

ZANE LOOKED UP JUST as Xavier exited the bathroom wearing a pair of loose-fitting sweatpants. While his friend had gone to shower, Zane had been on his laptop, all the while keeping an eye on their sleeping beauty.

“I’ve pulled up some of Calista’s books on the web. You should look at this,” he said, sliding the laptop over to Xavier as soon as he took a seat. He could see the man digesting the information before coming to the same conclusion that he did.

A slow grin crept across Xavier’s face. Cali didn’t just write erotica; she wrote a few novels that contained BDSM. The lifestyle was one that he and Zane had lived for about fifteen years. They were rooted so deeply within it and to find out that the innocent girl in the bed across from them had at least some knowledge of what it entailed was like the icing on the cake.

A few hours before, they’d kept things very simple with her, and Cali had taken so naturally to everything they had done to her. While Xavier had been in the bathroom, he’d glanced over many of her reviews on Amazon and other literary sites. She was a very successful author and he’d wondered briefly why she wasn’t more proud of her obvious accomplishments. She had almost seemed ashamed of something that she should have been excited about instead.

“Calm down, though, Z. Just because she’s written a few books about it doesn’t necessarily mean that she’s amenable to trying any of it with us. After all, Cali did say that she researched many of the topics she wrote about.”

Zane shrugged, knowing his friend could be right. Something told him that Xavier was wrong about this. He went back and replayed her entire conversation in his head. “On the contrary, I think she would.”

Xavier swiped his finger across the mouse pad as he continued scrolling through the pages on her website. He had to have seen the same things that Zane did. Finally, when he raised his head, he grinned. “What makes you such an expert? If I’m not mistaken, I’m the one who can read minds.”

“Think about it. She said that what she writes is strictly fantasy. Are they her own dark fantasies or those of her readers? She’d never had a ménage yet it didn’t stop her from experiencing one with us last night. I’d be willing to bet that she’d at least be open to the possibility of something a little edgier with you and me.”

Zane, for what felt like the first time in a very long while, was the voice of reason. He couldn’t understand why Xavier seemed reluctant to entertain the possibility. Last night the other Dominant was ready to seduce the unknowing female. Now that he had, it wasn’t really his style to just toss her aside.

He studied Xavier, trying to get a read on his friend. Sure, the man didn’t like attachments of any sort and would often distance himself from a submissive after a few scenes. He always proclaimed that it was for many different reasons other than the most obvious. Zane knew better, though. All those other women, and there had been plenty over the years, were merely playthings to him. The fact that he didn’t allow Calista to leave last night when she tried was beginning to speak volumes.

Is it possible that she makes you feel something, man?Zane chuckled aloud at that notion, not because it was a ludicrous suggestion, but because he too had felt something toward the girl from the moment he’d first laid eyes on her. If Xavier did, he would make sure that he detached himself from her immediately.

“Maybe you’re right about her, Z,” Xavier admitted after heaving out a loud sigh. His focus returned to the information on the computer screen.

“I’ve figured everything out, X. I think for once you should trust my judgment,” Zane told him.

It wasn’t very often that his friend had to be convinced to keep a woman around, especially one who was potentially submissive. And after everything that’d happened with Elena, Zane also wondered what the hell he was thinking. Even the nightmares that’d haunted him for months weren’t enough of a deterrent. He couldn’t explain the pull he’d felt toward Calista Grant. All he did know was that he’d needed to push her past her comfort zone, and if he and Xavier ended up being pushed past their own, it was a gamble he was willing to take.

“I suppose you have a point, man,” Xavier relented.

“I do,” Zane countered and then grinned. “And with this all settled, I’m going to take a shower.”

Xavier nodded and then looked back at the laptop screen. From their years of friendship, Zane knew by the time he emerged from the shower, the man would’ve already mentally catalogued her entire bibliography of work. And if X didn’t, he had already done himself.

Walking into the bathroom, he turned the faucet on and allowed the water to heat up. In nothing but a pair of loose sweats himself, Zane removed them and was about to step into the shower stall when something in the mirror caught his attention.

Stopping, he turned to get a better look at the scratches left by the female. Zane smirked. One of these nights he’d wear her marks all the way down his back. That was something he was looking forward to. He’d already thought of several different things he wanted to do to and with her, and as they entered his mind, his cock grew erect again.

Zane entered the shower and stood under the scalding spray of water before fisting his erection. When he’d teased Calista’s puckered entrance earlier and then inserted one of his fingers inside, she was so incredibly snug. A groan escaped his lips as he tightened his hold on his cock, squeezing it so tightly. His eyes closed and he imagined sinking inside of her.

“Fuck,” he ground out as he squeezed tighter. Calista’s ass would have to be this tight, and by the time Xavier took her from the front…Zane ingrained that fantasy in his mind and his shaft twitched. Keeping the same grip, he stroked himself from base to tip, repeatedly, until he let a string of curse words fly. A bolt of lightning shot from his balls and his cum erupted from the tip. He pumped himself roughly until it went limp.

Then he dropped his hands to his sides and took a few deep breaths. The water continued to cascade around him. Finally, he picked up the bar of soap, cleaned himself, and then shampooed his hair. By the time he stepped out of the stall and grabbed a towel, Zane was more determined to see her kneeling at his feet one day soon.

He combed his hair and then threw his sweats back on. When he reentered the room, Xavier was sitting with the laptop in his lap. From the way he was studying the screen, Zane was sure it had something to do with Calista. His friend barely even acknowledged his presence, so he walked behind his chair and glanced over his shoulder to see what had captured his undivided attention.

He almost chuckled when he noticed it was Calista’s most recent release. “Read anything good lately, X?”

Xavier flipped him off and then motioned him away. Zane smiled. It looked like the two men were on the same page again. Calista stood no chance now.

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