Chapter 33 Holden #2
“I drew the short straw,” he jokes, then chuckles from the look on my face. “I volunteered.”
“You volunteered to stay home with me?”
“Nothing sounded better than being alone with you.” He pecks my lips. “For hours,” he whispers, making me shiver. He smiles and pecks my lips one more time before leaving the room, leaving me standing there, shocked.
This should be fun.
“Zane, please,” I groan.
“Not yet.”
“It’s been an hour,” I groan again.
“You can wait a little while longer, Sweet boy,” Zane says softly.
I lay my cards down to look at him. “Please call them.”
He shakes his head. “I’m not calling them again. They’re fine.”
Zane is doing everything he can to distract me after the rest of them left three hours ago. I don’t have my computer, so I don’t know what to do with myself. And my phone was crushed in the blast, so I can’t call them myself, which results in me begging Zane every thirty minutes.
“You don’t know that,” I argue.
He picks up his phone and wiggles it so I can see their blinking red dots from where I added the app onto his phone. “No distress signals. They’re all still in the same spot.” He lays it back down. “And I just called them an hour ago,” he says dryly.
I sit back in my seat with a huff, crossing my arms over my chest. “This is bullshit.”
Zane chuckles. “Let’s finish this game. They’ll be back before you know it.”
“I don’t want to play anymore. I’m bored.” This is the third hand of rummy we’ve played, and he’s kicked my ass every time.
Zane clutches his chest. “Ouch. Go easy on an old man. I have feelings too.”
That’s another thing I learned about Zane today; he isn’t always scowling. I’ve heard him joke around, but he’s usually so damn serious. This side surprised me.
“I didn’t say you were boring.” I roll my eyes. “I said I was bored playing this game.”
“Fine,” he says, sitting his cards down. “What do you want to do?”
That is a loaded question since we’re still sitting in nothing but our boxers. “Let’s watch a movie,” I suggest instead of what I’m really thinking.
Zane raises an eyebrow. “Alright.”
We get settled in the living room on the couch, and I try not to focus on how close he’s sitting to me. He picks up the remote, aimlessly flipping, trying to find something to watch.
His arm is on the back of the couch behind my head; his thighs are spread wide, the one closest to me rubbing against mine; I let my eyes drift further up. Fuck. His dick is perfectly outlined in his tight boxers, and I can only think about his taste in my mouth.
“Holden.”
“What?” I jerk my eyes to his.
“I asked if you’ve seen Deadpool.”
“Uh yeah.” How long was he trying to talk to me? “We can watch it again, though.”
Zane gives me a weird look before pressing play on the movie. I don’t even make it through the first five minutes before I’m daydreaming again.
All of us in Ryder’s room is at the forefront of my mind.
Zane didn’t fight against his bisexual side like the rest of us.
He was curious and didn’t hesitate to explore it with us.
That made him even sexier. That confidence he carries no matter what makes people pay attention, especially me.
If I had to guess, it’s what drew Ryder in.
Ryder is confident in his own right. Strong, intelligent, and protective as hell. But he never had anyone to protect him except Dex. Zane can help Ryder on the sexual and emotional side, whereas Dex helps him in their jobs.
When Zane whispered to me that we would be alone for hours together, his words had a promise.
Why hasn’t he acted on them? I can’t help but think he doesn’t want me, but that isn’t it.
Is he waiting for me to make the first move?
I’m bold, but I don’t know if I’m that bold yet.
Not with Zane. I might have thrown out the first challenge in the pool that night, but I had liquid courage then. Zane intimidated me in a good way.
“You’re not watching the movie.” I jerk my head to Zane’s dry voice again and flush.
“I was just thinking,” I say lamely.
“About?” he says slowly.
“Why haven’t you made a move on me?” I ask before I can stop myself. Damn it. How the hell does he do that?
Zane’s eyebrows shoot up. “What am I? Just a piece of meat to you?” he jokes, making me laugh. It breaks the tension in my shoulders, so it had his intended effect.
“No,” I laugh. “I was just thinking about what happened in Ryder’s room.” He raises a brow. “Do you not think about it?”
He chuckles, but it’s deep. “I think about that sweet mouth all the time, if that’s what you’re asking.”
Holy shit. Just like that, I go from half-mast to full hard on. All because of simple words.
“Oh,” I breathe.
Zane sits up on the couch, places a gentle hand on my chest until I’m laying back, then arranges his body on top of mine. “Is this what you want, Sweet boy?” he asks, his lips rubbing against mine. I nod, and he chuckles that deep sound again. “I was waiting for you to say something.”
“Why?” I gasp when he licks up the side of my neck.
“Because,” he whispers, “I needed to know you want me as much as I want you.”
I jerk my head back to see his face. “I thought it was obvious.” Zane needed confirmation from me?
Zane shakes his head. “I don’t mean just sexually, Holden.”
I frown. “What do you mean?”
“I told Ryder that you two were mine,” he declares, surprising me. “Mine to protect. Mine to take care of. Mine to care about. Just like Les. In any way, you need me.”
“You care about me?” I ask hoarsely.
“Sweet boy. Isn’t it obvious?” he murmurs, throwing my words back at me. “The moment you walked into my apartment, I knew I would do anything to protect you.” And he did minutes later when we were getting shot at. He put his body right in front of me without thinking about his own safety.
I swallow. “I care about you too.”
In the short time Zane has been with us, I realize how much we need him. Les was the glue that held us all together, and Zane was the missing piece.
Zane finally seals his lips over mine, and I can’t stop the groan. His tongue massages against mine, his hips lowering so I can feel how hard he is for me.
Zane’s kiss dominates, showing me he’s the one in control.
But there’s also a tenderness to it by the way he gently holds my face where he wants it.
I let my hands roam all over his back like I wanted to when he was in the kitchen.
He pulls back from my lips, out of breath.
Jumping from the couch, he shucks his boxers before pulling mine off, then lays his naked skin against mine.
“Holy shit,” I groan when his cock makes contact with mine. I didn’t get to feel this in Ryder’s room, and I didn’t realize what I was missing until now.
Zane groans, rocking his hips back and forth. “I want you so fucking bad.” Hearing that coming from him makes my ego swell.
“Please,” I beg.
He starts kissing down my chest. “We don’t have anything here,” he kisses down my abs, “And I won’t do anything to hurt you.”
His mouth closes over the head of my cock, and I almost lose it right there. With his gold eyes locked on mine, I watch it disappear into his mouth. “Fuck,” I grunt.
Using his other hand, he twists it around the base, taking me into his mouth until his mouth meets his hand. He starts working faster, causing my hips to rise, seeking what he’s giving.
About the time he sinks further and I bump the back of his throat, I hear the front door open. He pulls his mouth off slowly, still working his hand. “Do you want me to stop?” I hear Ryder’s voice filter through the foyer. I know he’s asking if I want to get caught.
“No. Don’t stop.”
He sucks my cock back into his mouth.