Her Three Protectors [The Hot Millionaires #3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (10 page)

Beck placed his hands behind Porcha’s head and pushed himself deeper into her mouth.

“That’s it, Porcha. Make me come for you.” He ground himself into the back of her throat. “You’re killing me. I’m gonna shoot it any second.” He knocked her hands away from his balls and grabbed the base of his cock. “Shit, here it comes!”

He fountained an endless stream of semen into her mouth. She drank it down, licking her lips to ensure she hadn’t missed any. All the time her eyes never left his face, as though seeking his approval.

Beck collapsed, panting, into a chair and pulled her onto his lap. He captured her lips in a deep, drugging kiss, tasting himself as his tongue foraged her mouth with a hunger that seemed to grow sharper the more he got to know her. Her lips softened beneath his as she leaned her glorious tits against him and kissed him back with interest.

Beck broke the kiss, already hard again.

“Your ass this time,” he said. “Get on the floor.”

As soon as she was in position on a rug, he moved behind her, wondering if he ought to get some lube. One finger in her anus was enough to tell him it would be unnecessary.

“You’re desperate, aren’t you?” he said, kissing her cute butt as he worked another finger into her, making absolutely sure she was ready for him. “You’re the greediest little sub we’ve ever had.”

“I need you to fuck me,” she said, her voice a strangled moan. “Punish me afterward for asking, but I need you right now.”

She pushed her ass at him to emphasise her point, and Beck was lost. He shouldn’t allow her to call the shots and ought to punish her by holding back. Tie her hands behind her and make her stand in the corner with lowered head. Bring her to the brink of orgasm and then leave her dangling. Something, anything. Troy would insist if he was here.

But Troy wasn’t here. He wasn’t the one with a cock that burned for action not five minutes after being sucked off. Beck was damned if he could hold back now. What Troy didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

Beck eased an inch of his cock into her anus.

“You all right with that?” he asked. “Need any lube?”

“No, I’m soaking wet already.”

Beck chuckled. “Yeah, remind me to punish you for that.”

He eased into her, a task made simple because she kept shoving back to help him. Beck was proud of his dimensions, but Porcha had no trouble at all accommodating him.

“You love my cock up your ass, don’t you, sugar?”

“Yes.” She expelled several short, desperate breaths. “Do I have it all?”

He slammed into her, his balls smashing hard against her ass. “You do now.” Beck groaned. “Like that, do you?”

“Yes, master. It’s wonderful.”

Beck reached for her breasts, still hanging from the top of her bra. He pinched the rock-hard nipples until she moaned and then mashed one entire breast between both hands, hard. At the same time he increased the pace of his thrusts into her ass. Porcha screamed as a climax claimed her.

“Fuck me, Beck. Go deeper. I need to feel you all.”

“Christ!”

“Beck, it’s still not enough. I can’t feel you. Just fuck me!”

He smashed into her, sweating with the speed of his movements as she rode her climax and instigated his own. He came in a gush, sensing a second orgasm sweeping though Porcha as she moved with him, their explosive amalgamation sucking them both completely dry.

They collapsed in a heap on the rug as a single round of applause rang out. They glanced up and saw Troy standing there, slick from his workout, completely naked, and very aroused.

“That was quite a performance,” he said.

“Glad you approve.” Beck grinned as he moved Porcha’s head from his chest and stood up.

“Troy!” Porcha climbed to her feet as well and kissed his lips. “Do you always work out naked?”

“Always.”

“Isn’t it dangerous?”

“Only if you don’t know what you’re doing. Talking of which, there’s something you could do for me that won’t require any instruction. Wrap your legs round my waist, babe. I’ve got something here that you might enjoy.”

Arms entwined round his neck, she leapt athletically from the floor and captured his waist with her long legs. Troy supported her beneath her ass and guided her onto his erection. He didn’t lean against a wall to help support her weight, but Beck would have accused him of being a wuss if he had. If they weren’t fit enough to support a little thing like Porcha, who couldn’t weigh more than one twenty max, and fuck her at the same time, then it was time for them to retire.

“Take it all, babe,” he said, driving into her. “I’ve been anticipating this all the time I’ve been pumping that damned iron.”

Her exposed nipples rubbed against the hairs on his chest as they moved, driving them both on.

“You like being fucked off the floor?”

“Yes, master. It’s a real out-of-body experience.”

Beck and Troy exchanged a glance. “Well, if you like it so much, I think we have a few gadgets that might make it even better.”

“Troy, I—”

“I know, I can feel you closing in on me.” He grinned over her shoulder at Beck. “Well, if Beck let you break the rules—”

“How long were you watching?” Beck demanded to know.

“Long enough.” Troy thrust into her a little harder. “Push down on it, darlin’. Don’t worry, I won’t drop you. Yeah, that’s it.” Troy expelled a long, anguished sigh. “Fuck it, Porcha, you know how to drive a guy crazy.”

“Take that as a compliment, babe,” Beck advised. “Not many women can make Troy lose his famous control.”

“This one sure as fuck can.”

Beck could see her limbs trembling. “She’s about to come, Troy.”

“Ride it, babe. Go on, it’s all for you. I’m fucking you hard. You like it hard, don’t you? The harder the better, and I’m rock hard right now.” Troy moved his entire pelvis with his next thrust. “Feel that, do you? Take it all, honey. This one’s for you.”

“Troy!”

She bit into his shoulder, drawing blood as she jerked and then spasmed on his rigid shaft. Beck noticed her entire body shake as she threw her head back and screamed. Troy bit down on her nipple, presumably in retaliation for her drawing blood, and groaned as he emptied himself into her.

Troy took his time lowering Porcha into a chair and flopping down next to her. Beck sat on her other side.

“Well,” Troy said. “That ain’t a bad way to start the day. Beats the hell out of pumping iron, anyway.”

They all laughed.

“After a night’s reflection, are you still happy with this arrangement?” Troy asked Porcha. “You haven’t had more than one man at a time before. Sure you can take it?”

“If you even think about calling a halt I swear I’ll find a way to bring swift and brutal punishments cascading on your head…and other places.”

“Just checking,” Troy said easily. “Because from now on in, there’s no going softly. You
will
do as we ask, whenever we ask it. No more relaxing the rules because you’re a rookie.”

Porcha lowered her eyes, presumably because she understood he meant it. “No, sir.”

“Okay, babe, just needed to be sure that you’re good with this.”

“Thank goodness that she is.” Beck stood up. “I need a shower.”

“Me, too,” Porcha said, but she looked toward Troy for permission before she moved.

“Off you go. Shower alone, Beck,” he said. “I’ll get clean, too, and we’ll meet down here in ten. We need to discuss strategy as soon as Adam gets back, and if we keep fucking her we’ll never get anywhere.”

“We’ll take good care of her.”

“You damn well better. She means a lot to me.”

“Yeah,” Troy said down the secure phone line. “She told us. What have you heard about the death of her husband? Has it been confirmed?”

“You have doubts?” Georgio’s voice resonated with surprise. “She sent me the picture she received. Looks real enough to me.”

“It does, but there’s been no report of his death, that’s what bothers me. If rivals took him out, you know as well as I do that they’d shout about it, long and loud because they’d wanna take over his territory.”

“He never leaves her for long,” Georgio said. “He’d been gone for two weeks before she got that picture, which is the maximum amount of time for him. It’s now a month. If he was still alive, he’d have got word to her.”

“If he’s at liberty to talk to anyone.”

“If he has been taken, why would anyone want to pretend that he’s dead? Everyone knows that the sick fuck played cruel games with her, but he never let her in on his business secrets. If they
are
looking for something, she’d be the last one to know where it was.”

“That’s what bothers me.” Troy was aware of Porcha and then Beck entering the study as he spoke. “How did all those men Porcha saw swarming over her home get in there if it was so well guarded? And why wasn’t there a report of it on the news media? The police know nothing about it, either. I’ve checked.”

“I see what you mean.”

“Is that Georgio?” Porcha asked. “Can I talk to him?”

Troy pulled her into his lap and switched to speakerphone. “Someone here is anxious to talk to you.”

“Georgio, how are you?”

“More to the point, how are you, sweetheart? Are those Neanderthals taking good care of you?”

“Hey, who are you calling a Neanderthal?” Beck demanded.

“They are doing things for me that you can’t begin to imagine,” Porcha said happily.

“Unfortunately, I think I can.” There was a smile in Georgio’s voice, full of Italian-American charm. “Still, better them than that brute of a husband of yours, I guess.”

“Thanks for sending them, Georgio. I was mad at you, but I realize now that you were right. I
did
need help, and I feel safe for the first time in two weeks.”

“That was kind of the idea, babe. You still there, Troy?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I take it you’re gonna try and discover who’s out to get our little girl?”

“Believe it.”

“Then what do you need from me?”

“Right now, nothing. Just stay alert, Georgio.”

“Why?” Porcha asked, alarm in her voice. “No one knows about my friendship with Georgio. Well, no one who’d wish either of us any harm.”

Troy quirked a brow. “I’ll get back to you when we’ve decided what action we’re going to take.”

“I await your call.” Georgio blew a kiss down the line. “That was for Porcha, by the way, not for any of you ugly lot.”

“Glad to hear it.”

Adam had joined them midway through the call, and all three men laughed as Troy disconnected, giving Georgio the finger even though he wasn’t there to appreciate the gesture.

Troy tipped Porcha off his lap and led them all back into the living room.

“Right,” he said when they’d all taken seats. “In case you didn’t hear what I said to Georgio, here’s a summary of what I think. Sal Gonzalez may or may not be dead. If he is, why hasn’t the news leaked?”

“Good point,” Adam said.

“Yeah, and here’s another one. He’s always well protected. How did someone get to him without a gun battle between him and his bodyguards?”

“Unless one or all of the bodyguards were in on it,” Beck suggested.

“Precisely.” Troy turned toward Porcha. “Who would he have had with him?”

“Woollard went everywhere with him. Apart from that, I wouldn’t know.” Porcha shrugged. “He employed twenty men in different capacities. I never knew where they were and what they were doing. He would have taken at least one other with him to Mexico and had some of the men he employs down there meet him when he arrived.”

“So the hit could have been arranged from either end,” Adam said.

“It could,” Troy agreed, “but I think it was this end because of the way they got into the Jupiter house without the alarm being raised. It was too well orchestrated for it to have been coordinated from Mexico.”

Adam and Beck both nodded.

“Good point,” Beck said, “but I still don’t understand what the hell they were doing.”

“Nor me, but I think the perpetrator was looking for something specific.”

“Well, we’re never gonna know what that was because Porcha didn’t get back into the house,” Adam said.

“Not yet she didn’t.” Troy flashed a smug grin and waited for the others to catch up. Adam got there first.

“You wanna break in and see what’s missing?”

“Break in?” Troy dredged up an innocent expression. “That would be against the law.”

Beck laughed. “I dare say the lady of the house has a key, and the code to the alarm, always assuming it’s been reset.”

All eyes turned toward Porcha.

“I’m up for a sentimental return to my roots,” she said.

“Not you, babe.” Troy spoke with authority. “We’ll go tonight, but you stay put here.”

“Fine, and how, precisely, will you know what’s missing?”