by Zara Chase
They lay on their backs afterward. Peyton released Fabia from the corset and restraints and uncovered her eyes.
“Okay?” he asked, kissing her softly.
“More than okay,” she said, smiling at them both. “That was the most incredible experience of my entire life.” She pushed herself up on one elbow and kissed each of them in turn. “I love you both for it.”
“And we both adore you,” Peyton said.
“Where have you been hiding all our lives?” Clyde asked, gently caressing one breast.
“We need to get you cleaned up,” Peyton said, levering himself up.
“There’s something I need to tell you first.”
“Sounds ominous.”
“No, it’s something I just remembered,” Fabia said as her breathing gradually returned to normal. “Something important about Dad’s diaries that should have occurred to me when we spoke earlier.”
“You were thinking about that while we fucked you?” Peyton demanded to know, pretending—or she hoped it was pretence—to be affronted.
“No, I wasn’t capable of thinking about anything except the feel of your cocks ramming into me.”
“Right answer,” Clyde said, chuckling.
“It just came into my head, presumably because I wasn’t thinking about it.”
“What did you remember?” Clyde asked.
“Well, those initials I told you about. One set occurred over and over again, and I bet Sonia made the connection.”
“What were the initials?” both men asked together.
“DA.” She looked at Peyton, then Clyde. “Dimitri Asimov.”
Chapter Nine
“Fabia, don’t look so panicked, sweetheart.” Clyde gently stroked the curve of her face. She had been so uninhibited, so into being fucked by them both, that all the tension had left her. It was obvious that she’d temporarily managed to put her sister’s situation to the back of her mind. But already she was worked up again, and tears shimmered in her remarkable eyes. “We don’t know Sonia made contact with Asimov. He’s not in the country all that much.”
Fabia looked up at him, clearly not convinced. “Do you know if he was around at the time Sonia went missing?”
“Do we?” Clyde addressed the question to Peyton.
“Not offhand, but we can find out.”
Clyde stood up and offered his hand to Fabia. “Let’s hit the shower,” he said, pulling her to her feet.
“Go ahead,” Peyton said. “I’ll make a couple of calls and join you in a moment.”
Aware who he’d be calling and knowing he wouldn’t want Fabia to overhear, Clyde steered her toward the large en suite and switched on the shower.
“Who’s he calling?” She glanced over her shoulder, her gaze lingering on Peyton. He’d sat on the edge of the water bed, back toward them as he spoke quietly on the phone.
“He’ll tell you in a moment. Now come here and let me get you clean.” He slapped her buttocks lightly, hoping to regain her attention. It worked like a charm. Her eyes lost their haunted expression and flared instead with rueful mischief. “You’ve got our sperm all over you. Naughty girl.”
“I love having your sperm all over me. But I like having it in me better.”
“I know you do because you love what we did to put it there. You’re a sexy little witch who deserves to have her cute butt spanked real hard for being such a bad girl.”
“Don’t make promises unless you intend to keep them.”
Clyde roared with laughter. “Oh, I’ll definitely deliver on that one. Never doubt it.”
He dipped his head beneath the hot jets of water and captured her lips in a deep, incendiary kiss. “And don’t worry about me washing the sperm off. There’s plenty more where that came from.”
“That’s good to know.”
He took a sponge, doused it with fragrant shower gel, and set to work on her, starting at her neck and working his way down with slow, deliberately provocative sweeps of his hands. She threw her head back, stretching her breasts upward as she did so, giving him easier access to her solid nipples. He wiped carefully round first one aureole and then the other, not touching her nipples because it was obvious that she desperately wanted him to.
Clyde was overwhelmed by his feelings for this complex, compelling, and enthralling woman. She was everything he’d unconsciously been looking for all these years—beautiful, feisty, intelligent, and, most importantly of all, into the life. All he had to do now was figure out how to keep her in their lives permanently. And all the time her sister was missing, that was an impossible subject to address.
He pressed his lower body against hers, his erection gouging her stomach. Fabia stood on her toes, trying to get it to rub her clit.
“Stop that!”
He slapped her butt hard. Fabia grinned and pushed her tits farther into his hands, still rubbing her pussy against his prick.
“I think you missed a bit.”
“And I think you can’t get enough of my cock.”
“That doesn’t make me a bad person.”
Clyde laughed. “That it doesn’t, but you must learn to be more subservient.”
“I am subservient.” She paused. “Most of the time. It’s not my fault that you make me crazy to be fucked.”
“Fabia, you were just fucked. By both of us at once.”
“Was I?” She tilted her head farther beneath the gushing shower, frowning and nibbling on her index finger. “I don’t remember. Remind me how it went.”
Clyde laughed. “Good job I have a forgiving nature. If you’d said that to Peyton, you’d be in big trouble.”
Her eyes sparked. “Big trouble is what I’m looking for.”
“Hussy!”
Clyde continued to soap every nook and cranny, lifting her breasts one by one to make sure the undersides got their fair share of attention. Her tummy button had never been cleaner, nor had the crack in her ass. Her thighs, calves, and feet were spotless by the time he’d finished with them, but by then, Fabia was in a state of considerable agitation. That was because he’d avoided all contact with her pussy, and she was desperate for him to rectify that omission.
She finally ran out of patience and dropped one hand to her cunt. He let her get away with it for now, watching as her fingers disappeared inside her pussy and her thumb went to work on her clit. It was so erotic that he almost came himself, just by watching her. Head tilted backward, she closed her eyes, muttering and groaning as water cascaded over her face and ran down her gorgeous tits. Legs apart, she thrust against her hand, moaning softly and increasing the pressure as she came closer to release. Clyde fisted his cock and watched her until her body tensed and he could see she was on the point of climax.
“Stop doing that, Fabia.” He spoke so authoritatively that, with a soft moan of disappointment, she stilled immediately. “Let me help you out there.”
Clyde got down on his knees and did what he’d wanted to do since first setting eyes on her.
“Spread your legs wider, sweetheart.”
As soon as she did so, he buried his face between her legs and sank his lips on her sweet spot. Her juices tasted fragrant, and he drank deep, swirling his tongue over her most-sensitive parts, his teeth taking gentle nips at her labia at the same time. He reached behind her and inserted one finger in her anus. It slid in easily, so he added another, sliding it in as deep as it would go.
“Oh God, I love what you’re doing to my ass.” She circled her head in pleasurable torment. “And to my pussy.” She pushed her pubic bone farther into his mouth, gasping for breath, speaking in agonised bursts. “Don’t stop, Clyde. I’m gonna come in your mouth. Let me do that for you. I can’t stop it anyway. I’m burning up here. It feels so damned good.” She moaned as she sank her fingers into his hair, a Venus who drugged his mind and robbed him of his senses. “Here it is. Oh, Christ, I’m coming!”
Clyde buried another finger in her anus as she bucked against his mouth, screaming his name an
d begging him to give her more.
He bit down on her clit and gave her everything he had.
“Wow!” She staggered slightly and leaned against the shower wall for support when she finally stopped coming. “What is it with you guys?”
“All part of the service,” said a voice from the doorway.
“Glad you could make it,” Clyde said to Peyton.
“Wouldn’t miss a show like that.”
“It ain’t over yet. Lean your hands against the wall, Fabia, and stick your butt out,” Clyde said curtly. “Your sweet ass is mine.”
Clyde grinned at the speed with which she moved. As soon as she was in position, he stood behind her and rubbed her crack with the tip of his erection.
“Want this, sugar?”
“Can’t wait.”
Peyton grinned. “Judging by the state of Clyde’s dick, I don’t reckon you’ll have to, babe.”
“You’ve got that right.” Clyde grinned right back at him, his Scottish burr pronounced, as it always seemed to be when he was angry or excited.
“Do you like what Clyde’s doing to you?” Peyton asked as Clyde slid the tip of his cock into her backside.
“No, he’s not doing it hard enough.”
“Give the man a chance.”
“Don’t wanna hurt you, honey.”
“You won’t.” Her voice was a strangled moan. “I keep trying to tell you, I’m not made of glass. Just let me have it all.”
“But Clyde just sucked you off,” Peyton reminded her in a teasing tone. “Surely you’re not ready to come again already?”
“I’m always ready for either of you.”
Clyde and Peyton shared a chuckle. “Music to our ears.”
Clyde held her waist with one hand and rammed his cock into her anus with the other. She took it all, whimpering with pleasure as he slid almost all the way out again, gradually picking up the pace and settling into a steady rhythm. His heavy balls crashed against her buttocks, sounding unnaturally loud due to the water still pouring down on them. He reached for one breast with the hand not supporting her waist and pinched the nipple hard. She screamed, but Clyde knew it wasn’t because he’d hurt her.
“You feel it, Fabia?” he asked, panting from his exertions. “You feel my cock fucking your ass?”
“Yes, it’s wonderful, but I need it harder.”
“You’ll get everything I’ve got, sugar.”
The harder he thrust, the more enthusiastically she seemed to move with him, encouraging him with throaty groans. Her eagerness tugged at him on a level he couldn’t control, and as pulsating passion swamped his reason, he gave up trying. His groin responded to her flirtatious challenge, and he swelled to huge proportions deep inside her. Something unfamiliar tugged at his heart as he continued to fuck her and she gave herself to him without reservation. A welling of tender affection consumed him as he glanced down at the beautiful woman whose body drove him wild and caused him sleepless nights.
“I’m coming, babe,” he said breathlessly. “Take it all. I’m coming for you big time.”
He shot his load into her ass, aware of her screaming as she, too, climaxed, pushing back to ensure he got every last ounce of pleasure.
I’m in love with her.
The thought astounded Clyde. Love wasn’t on his agenda and never had been. Now the sneaky devil had crept up on him quite without his being aware of it, and there didn’t seem to be a damned thing he could do about it. The prospect of loving just one woman from now on didn’t scare him nearly as much as he’d always imagined it would. Presumably, that was because he’d found the right one.
But what of Peyton? How would this discovery affect their relationship? They’d done everything together, shared everything, for as long as he could remember. He wanted to spend his life with Fabia, but he absolutely didn’t want to lose Peyton’s close friendship. They were like brothers, except closer.
He withdrew from Fabia, still pondering the problem as he held her close and kissed her with tenderness and passion. Peyton leaned against the stall door, arms folded across his chest, one brow raised in cynical amusement as he watched them. Clyde caught his eye, and his worries evaporated.
He knows how I feel. He knows because he feels it, too.
Nothing would change other than there would now be three of them, rather than just two. Provided, of course, that Fabia felt the same way, and as soon as they’d found her sister, it was the first question they’d ask her.
“I think Peyton has something for you,” Clyde said, dropping a final kiss on her lips and reaching for a towel. “I’ll see you guys shortly.”
* * * *
Fabia glanced at Peyton—handsome, virile, and clearly ready for more action. His stance conveyed power, strength, and natural leadership, even in situations such as this when he was stark naked and sporting a massive erection. It was just the way he was. Fabia loved powerful men. Peyton and Clyde both qualified, but Peyton was the definitive alpha male. She lowered her eyes, excitement coursing through her as she waited for him to tell her what to do. Her pussy was leaking again, for goodness’ sake. What was it about these two that kept her in a constant state of readiness?
“Clean it for me,” he said, indicating his erection.
“It would be my pleasure.”
Fabia took a leaf out of Clyde’s book and didn’t head straight for the goods. Instead, she soaped a sponge and started on his broad, muscled chest. She circled his nipples, watching as they hardened and Peyton’s expression of rigorous control slipped a little. She leaned forward and lapped gently at one nipple, circling it with her tongue and nipping as hard as she dared. Peyton groaned and dug his fingers into her wet scalp.
“Do that some more, babe.”
Fabia bit harder, at the same time working the sponge across his gut. His dick was now so rigid that its tip bashed against her hand. His glorious weapon sprang from his pubic hair, pulsating, raised veins clearly visible down its length. A drop of pre-cum seeped from its head.
“Suck it,” he said, pushing her head down. “I wanna come in your sweet mouth.”
Fabia knelt before him, more than willing to do what he wanted. She grasped his huge cock by its base and teased its head with her lips, running her tongue down the slit until he groaned. He spread his legs wider so she could massage his balls, pressing the back of her head with one large hand so that she took more of him into her mouth.
“That’s it, babe. Feed on it. Feel how big it is? That’s your fault. That’s what you do to me.”
Fabia replicated the sex act with her mouth, sliding it as far down the length of his prick as she could manage, then allowing it to slip almost all the way out again. Her fingers sank gently into his swollen balls, exerting what she figured to be just the right amount of pressure. If his muttered oaths and strained expression were anything to go by, she’d got it exactly right. Her master of control was now anything but in control, and she had him at her complete mercy. Power surged through her. It was no small feat to reduce this Adonis to such a state of dependency, and she revelled in the heady euphoria she gained from that achievement.
“You’re good at this, sweetheart,” he said breathlessly. “So damned good I’m about ready to explode.”
She sucked him deeper, spurred on by his praise. Earning his gratitude was ridiculously important to her. He pumped himself into her mouth, and she gamely swallowed his huge cock so far down her throat that she almost choked.
“That’s it, babe, keep eating me. I’m gonna come for you, Fabia. Christ, keep doing it like that and I’ll cream the back of your throat.” He knocked her hand away from the base of his cock, placed his own there, and pumped. “Here is comes, darlin’,” he said on a guttural moan. “Swallow it for me. I need you to swallow deep. There’s gonna be a damned stream of it.”
He was right. She swallowed as quickly as she could, but a little sperm still slipped past her lips. It tasted salty and masculine and…Hell, doing this for him had tur
ned her on. She wanted to be fucked again, and it was all Peyton’s fault. He’d got her all steamed up with the look of admiration in his eye as he watched her go down on him. A guy had no right to look at her that way. It made her think about things that could never be.
She needed to be careful and not let him see how she felt about him—about them both. It wasn’t just that they seemed to think highly of her, nor was it the novelty of being fucked by two dominant men at the same time. Her feelings went a hell of a lot deeper than that, which was just plain dumb. She was here to find Sonia, nothing else. Linking up with these two was an added bonus, but it was also a distraction, a habit that would be damned difficult to kick. Being distracted could mean the difference between life and death for Sonia.
“Come on, babe,” Peyton said, switching off the shower. “Let’s get you out of here before you turn into a mermaid.”
Peyton dried her off, kissing each part of her as he did so, which aroused her all over again. She threw her arms round his neck and plastered her body against his.
“Oh no you don’t!” He pushed her off and shook a finger at her. “Later. The night’s still young.”
She pouted until he kissed that pout right off her lips and tapped her butt hard with the flat of his hand. They then wandered naked back to the living room and out onto the terrace. Clyde was still naked, too, like it was no big deal. He had a bottle of wine open and waiting for them.
“It’s come back to life,” he said, waving Sonia’s phone beneath her nose once she’d settled down and made inroads into her drink. “Do you wanna take a look?”
Fabia reached for the phone with shaking hands. She ran through the list of contacts but didn’t find any names she didn’t recognize.
“No help there,” she said to the guys.
“Listen to her voice mail.”
“Okay.” She did so, playing the messages through twice. The guys waited her out in silence. “There’s a whole load from me,” she said, “and several from Anton when she didn’t turn up for work. One from an old boyfriend of hers in the UK and two brief ones from someone called Sergio.” Fabia frowned. “I have no idea who he is, but his English is heavily accented, and that’s a Russian name, isn’t it?”