Zack and the Dark Shaft (5 page)

“You’re in the driver’s seat…for now.”

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Gracie C. McKeever

“For now.” Zack grinned and reached for Quincy’s ramrod dick. Instead of putting on the condom, he lowered his head and dipped his tongue into the slit, scooping out the pearl of liquid gathered there and licking his lips.

“If you don’t hurry up with that condom, you’re going to get a face full of something you didn’t bargain for.”

“And that’s my incentive to hurry?” Zack chuckled, slowly rolled the latex down over Quincy’s cock and further until he reached the base. “Kind of snug.

Sorry.”

“I’ll survive.” Just barely, Quincy thought, for as unhurried as Zack had put the condom on, Quincy got the idea the man was definitely into torture—

sensual and leisurely torture.

“Next time we’ll make sure to get the extra large to accommodate my big handsome.”

Quincy’s chest tightened at Zack’s proprietary tone, his allusion to a next time. He liked that this wouldn’t be a one-night-stand, especially because he didn’t intend one.

As if reading his mind, Zack said, “If it’s any consolation, I know Zara would approve.”

Quincy quirked up a brow. “Oh, would she?”

“She would.”

“Well in that case,” Quincy caught Zack around the waist and pulled him closer, “we shouldn’t disappoint her.”

“My sentiments exactly.” Zack opened his legs to straddle Quincy’s and gasped when the other man lifted and held him aloft, his ass hovering over Quincy’s stiff penis.

He sought Zack’s gaze and held it before slowly lowering him so that the broad head of his dick teased Zack’s anus. He lowered him further, simultaneously thrusting his hips up to impale him.

“Oh, God!”

“Did I hurt you?” Quincy didn’t think there was nearly enough lubricant on the condom to ease his entry and anxiously looked at Zack’s face to see his eyes squeezed tight.

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Zack bit his bottom lip and shook his head, grinding his ass against Quincy’s lap and taking his full length like he wanted to prove how much Quincy
hadn’t
hurt him. “It feels good. I was just surprised by how big and filling you really are.”

Quincy’s chest swelled and he just barely hid a smile. “You’re sure you’re okay?”

“I’m good. I want you…rough and raw.”

Quincy shook his head, laughing as he leaned in to rest his mouth against Zack’s throat. Rough and raw he could easily give, it was what he usually did, but he was tired of rough and raw, tired of meaningless sex. He wanted the gentle and tender, wanted it from Zack, with Zack. So, he closed his eyes and relished Zack’s pulse beating against his mouth, and slowly sucked the warm skin and nibbled before drawing back to soothe the spot with a kiss.

He hadn’t given a hickey and marked his territory in a long time, but Zack brought out his possessiveness, his need to say “Mine!”

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked again. “You’re not moving.”

“I’m just enjoying the feel of you inside me,” Zack murmured and leaned in to cradle his face in the crook of Quincy’s neck.

Quincy growled at Zack’s low, sexy tone and the feel of the other man’s warm skin against his when he wrapped his arms around Zack and held him close.

Zack slowly began to rock against Quincy. The tension built until Quincy plunged into him, matching and building on Zack’s rhythm. They were both engaged in a lusty, sexual dance of push-pull that drove them to the edge of ecstasy.

Zack shook in Quincy’s arms, clenching his ass cheeks tight around Quincy’s cock as he shot cum onto the other man’s chest. Quincy squeezed Zack tight to him, holding onto the indescribable liquid fire and pleasure that tore through his body when he exploded inside Zack, the other man’s powerful climax bringing on his own.

He nuzzled Zack’s throat, inhaling the musky-sweet scent of him before kissing a path from Zack’s neck, over the light whiskers on his chin and cheek until he got to those delicious lips. He traced Zack’s full mouth with the tip of his tongue, sated yet still overwhelmed with need.

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Zack pulled back to stare at him and frowned. “What are you thinking about?”

Quincy leered and pulled him close. “I’m thinking about how I’m going devour and take you over and over again for the rest of the morning.”

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Zara woke the next morning achy and invigorated, stretched her limbs to test their flexibility. Or rather she stretched and tested Zack’s flexibility. She didn’t know whether to thank Micah and Jamaereh or curse them for this divine sex-switch until she remembered her night and morning with Quincy.

He was everything she’d ever thought he would be and more in a lover.

Even with the unexpected development of her having to finally enjoy his tender and firm strokes as a man—her twin brother no less—she still found herself looking forward to their next session of lovemaking with a strong mixture of hunger and anticipation.

She sat up in bed beneath the navy-blue, satin sheet, and hugged herself.

She felt like a bride on her honeymoon, every nerve tingling with afterglow.

Could they top all of the orgasms they achieved last night?

Zara smiled, eager to find out until she glanced over at Quincy.

Poor baby was sprawled face down, lightly snoring and looking totally wasted.

She would have roused him until she remembered the opening last night and how hard he’d worked tending to everyone’s needs and making sure the nightclub was a success.

Her nightclub.

Zara got all choked up when she remembered Quincy smiling down at her surrounded by all the trappings she’d described in her nightclub business plan.

He’d followed her outline all the way down to the minutest detail.

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She was so grateful, she could have hugged Quincy last night when she’d first emerged in Zack’s body while Zack drifted to sleep in the VIP lounge. But she was stuck playing it cool for fear that she might give too much away too soon.

Her brother liked to have a good time, but was nowhere near the party animal that Zara was, and Quincy would have noticed Zack acting out of character. Bad enough she’d slipped several times and called him ‘big handsome’

when no one else in the world used that nickname for him but her. Not that Quincy had noticed. He’d been too busy pursuing and drooling over Zack every free moment he had away from his staff and customers.

Zara smiled knowing the two people she loved most in the world had finally gotten together. It wasn’t an ideal situation, especially not for Zack, but at least she’d got them over their first hurdle.

Somewhere down deep she thought she should be jealous of her brother and how much Quincy had enjoyed being with Zack when he’d never wanted to give her the time of day where sex was concerned. She knew she was being unreasonable, that Quincy was gay, but it didn’t stop her from wanting more of him for herself. Didn’t stop her from wanting him to know exactly who he had made love to last night, that it wasn’t
just
Zack.

Okay, maybe she was being an egotistical, spoiled brat, but old habits died hard.

Zara closed her eyes against a sudden wave of dizziness. She could barely keep her eyes open they felt so heavy.

Zack was waking up.

She could feel him scratching and clawing his way to consciousness even while she tried to hold onto awareness herself.

Damn it, she wanted more time! This was so unfair.

Why were those two angels toying with her like this, giving her only a taste of Quincy through Zack?

She wanted her own body. She wanted Quincy for herself.

Do not take for granted the gifts you have been given.

Micah. She recognized the reprimand in his deep voice right away.

I’m not taking anything for granted. I’m just—

Wishing for things that can never be.

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But why can’t they be?

Tread carefully, human.

Fine. She’d tread carefully. But she still didn’t get it.

They were angels. They had the power to do what they wanted, give her what she wanted and needed to accomplish this cockamamie ‘mission’ they had sent her on, unless this entire trip was just some big, cosmic joke. And if this was the case, the joke was on them. She intended to milk the situation for everything it was worth, and if that included getting Quincy Powers into bed as many times as possible in the next two weeks, so be it. She didn’t know what sort of spiritual journey they intended to take her on, or morally enlightening lesson they intended to teach her by sending her back, but they had picked the wrong girl.

Even while Zara mentally argued with her benefactors she felt her hold on Zack’s body slipping. She tried to fight it, but her control waned.

Zara fell back on the bed when she could no longer stay upright, no choice except to give in. Zack took over, still the majority stake holder of this vessel...for now. This didn’t always have to be the case. She had taken control once. She could do it again. She just needed to wait until Zack was unaware and—

Careful child. You are about to make a grave error
.

That was the kinder and gentler Jamaereh.

How? I’m only using what you’ve given me to fulfill my desires.

Remember your time on earth is limited.

I know. But while I’m here I intend to take full advantage of what I have.

And you did give me two weeks. I’ve only been with Quincy one day. And not even
an entire d—

You’ve been warned, Zara,
Micah said.

* * * *

Zack woke to a suffocating sensation, like someone held a pillow over his face and was trying to smother him. The feeling was ten times worse than being in the elevator shaft in his dream, unable to escape as the car approached.

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Gasping, he opened his eyes to take in his surroundings and was totally dumbfounded.

Where the hell was he and how did he get here?

Did he drink that much last night? Or were the voices he’d heard earlier in the day only the precursor to deeper mental illness, like blackouts and losing time?

Damn, the last thing he did remember was falling asleep in the VIP lounge to his dead twin’s decidedly seductive and hypnotic voice. Before this he’d shared several lively dances with a few guys on the dance floor, before heading upstairs to take a break from the noise and grind.

Zack remembered feeling all of sudden drained and half-heartedly

thinking that someone had put something in one of the two drinks he’d had.

And now he was here, wherever here was.

“Hey baby…”

Zack almost leaped out of his skin when a pair of well-muscled arms slid around his torso and pulled him close.

“Take it easy, Zack. It’s just me.”

He didn’t want to look and spoil the fantasy, so for a moment he just leaned back into the hard, warm wall of flesh, stopping short of melting in Quincy’s embrace.

“You were a tiger last night. Or should I say this morning?”

“You can say anything you want, just don’t let me go.”

“I don’t intend to.”

Wait a minute! What was he doing? He was in bed with a man he’d

coveted for years with no recollection of how he’d gotten here. Something was wrong with this picture and Zack needed to make it right somehow.

He pulled out of Quincy’s arms and sprang from the bed.

“What’s wrong?”

“That’s what I want to know.” He turned on Quincy with a glare. “What happened between us last night?”

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Quincy grinned and the wicked look gleaming out of his dark, sultry eyes made Zack weak in the knees. “Want to get your role-playing on, huh? I can get with that.”

“I’m not role-playing.” But God, he wished he were. He’d give anything to have Quincy blindfold or bind him and play out one of Zack’s favorite scenes from
9 and ½ Weeks
.

His mouth watered at the mere thought of Quincy feeding him peaches and strawberries and whipped cream straight from the fridge. Or better yet, Quincy licking said food items off Zack’s naked body.

Zack closed his eyes and shivered at the image. When he opened his eyes, Quincy was standing before him on the plush-carpeted floor, eyebrows puckered in an expression of concern.

Christ, the man moved like a cat!

“You’re serious? You really don’t remember what happened last night?”

He could hear the edge to Quincy’s voice, like he was on the verge of being insulted if Zack answered in the affirmative. He didn’t want to hurt Quincy’s feelings, but he needed to know what happened. “Um, I remember most of it,” he lied.

Quincy waggled his eyebrows and wrapped his arms around Zack’s

shoulders. “The best parts, I hope.”

Zack sputtered, ducked out of Quincy’s embrace and took a few steps back. He frantically searched the room for his clothes while Quincy stared at him.

“I didn’t think you’d had that much to drink but now you have me

wondering.”

“I didn’t really have that much. I just don’t tolerate alcohol very well.”

That was true enough. Now if he could just find his clothes and get the hell away from the man he might be able to get his head straight and think this through to its logical conclusions.

Christ, Zack never thought he’d see the day when he was eager to get away from Quincy, but the man was entirely too enticing and unsettling. He couldn’t think with Quincy standing there in his birthday suit, three feet away, looking totally edible.

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Zack’s cock spasmed at the idea of licking Quincy’s chocolate brown body all over, from head to toe, until he was sated on his Quincy cream cone.

When Quincy moved to close the space between them Zack had a flash of them in the club all alone last night. He was naked and sitting on Quincy’s lap and Quincy was—