by Zara Chase
“What about your previous Master?”
“The connection is no longer there. I only serve the two of you now.”
“Then why are you leaving Tosca Brava?”
Fabia licked her lips. The tug of the lie was compulsive, since a flicker of pride had broken through her connection with Peyton. It as quickly evaporated. Her desire to please him overrode everything else.
“Because you no longer desire me, Masters.”
The two men exchanged an incredulous glance. “Why do you say that, Fabia?”
“Because you no longer fuck me. You wish me gone from here so you can have other women.”
“Is that why you withdrew from me on the night of the gala?” She felt herself flailing in the depth of Peyton’s scorching gaze. “You removed yourself to a place where I couldn’t reach you.”
“Yes. I worship you both.” She shook her head. “I need to be loved, Masters, truly loved for myself. I know you don’t share that feeling.” Her voice broke. “I would rather be alone than see you every day and know my feelings aren’t returned.”
“Oh, Fabia!”
Peyton’s voice returned to normal, and Fabia instantly snapped out of her trancelike state, unsure what she’d said to them and why they were smiling like idiots. They released her from the cross and led her to the sofa they’d just vacated. Peyton pulled her into his arms and offered her a deep, drugging kiss.
“We told you often enough that we loved you,” he said softly. “Why didn’t you believe it?”
She answered his question with one of her own. “What did you do to me just then?”
“Took you into subspace. Your mind was mine for a while there, a bit like you’d been hypnotised, and you were incapable of answering my questions untruthfully.”
“Why did you do that?”
Peyton shrugged. “Because you wouldn’t tell us what was on your mind. We kept asking but knew you weren’t being truthful. So we gave you some space. Thought you needed time to get over what happened to your parents and sister.”
“You could have just said that you loved me.”
“We did,” Clyde reminded her. “Frequently.”
“I suppose.” Fabia shook her head. “I just thought it was said in the heat of the moment.” She glanced at them both. Clyde was running his hand up and down her naked thigh while Peyton gave a lot of attention to her left breast. The right one felt left out. She touched it herself, but he swatted her hand away. “Is that why you stopped fucking me?”
“We’ll never fuck you again,” Peyton said, kissing the erogenous zone beneath her left ear.
What! Fabia was thinking coherently again and had had about enough of their games. “But you just said that—”
“But we’ll make love to you night and day, if you’ll let us.”
“Stay here at Tosca Brava with us,” Clyde said softly. “Take the job as tennis coach.”
“The job isn’t on offer.”
“We know.” Peyton looked a bit sheepish. “We kinda suggested to Hastings that we thought you might take it, so he didn’t advertise.”
Fabia tried to look cross but knew she wasn’t fooling anyone. “Why do I feel like I’m being manipulated?”
“No, babe.” Peyton’s lips were now grazing her nipple. “You’re being loved. There’s a huge difference.”
“I can’t afford to live here,” she pointed out. “The rent on the apartments in the development is out of my reach and—”
“You’ll live in the loft with us.” Peyton’s words were muffled as he sucked her nipple into his mouth.
“Stop doing that!” She pulled her nipple free. “I can’t think straight when you distract me like that.”
“What’s to think about?” Clyde asked, the hand on her thigh drifting closer to her saturated pussy.
“I can’t just live here with the two of you. Your reputations wouldn’t withstand the fallout.”
“Ah, well, you see.” Peyton finally left her breast alone and stroked the curve of her face instead. “I was rather hoping that you’d agree to marry me.”
“Marry you!” Fabia wondered if her hearing had suddenly gotten deficient. Surely he hadn’t just proposed to her?
“It wouldn’t be so very bad.”
“Except that he’s a Yank,” Clyde pointed out.
“You’re serious?”
“Never more so. We’ve talked about this, and we both want to marry you.”
“Never been more sure of anything,” Clyde said softly. “You’re the only one for us.”
“But I’m pulling rank since I’m older by all of six months.”
“And he never lets me forget it,” Clyde grumbled.
“But nothing will change between us. You’ll get two randy devils who adore you for the price of one. You’ll never know a single moment’s frustration ever again. How bad can that be?”
Happiness surged through Fabia. Could it really be that simple?
“You’re into the lifestyle, love what we do to you, and you’ll love what we’re about to do to you on that cross even more, once you agree to our terms.”
“Yes!”
Fabia threw her arms round Peyton’s neck and kissed him soundly on the lips. Then she did the same with Clyde, unsure why she’d even hesitated. Perhaps because she hadn’t actually believed she had any right to be this happy. Now she knew differently. She’d marry Peyton and live happily with her two husbands for the rest of her days.
“I don’t deserve you both,” she said in a daze.
“Maybe not, but you’re stuck with us.” Peyton returned his attention to the nipple that he’d briefly abandoned. “Only thing is, we’re gonna have to get you over your fear of flying. Can’t have a wife who’s scared of planes. It would be bad for business.”
“I didn’t mind it when you fucked me in Toxic Charlie.”
“Well then, Clyde, perhaps we’d better take Charlie out tomorrow, and this time, I’ll do the flying.”
“Sounds good to us,” Fabia and Clyde said together.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Zara Chase is a British author who spends a lot of her time travelling the world. Being a gypsy provides her with ample opportunities to scope out exotic locations for her stories. She likes to involve her heroines in her erotic novels in all sorts of dangerous situations—and not only with the hunky heroes whom they encounter along the way. Murder, blackmail, kidnapping and fraud—to name just a few of life’s most common crimes—make frequent appearances in her books, adding pace and excitement to her racy stories.
Zara is an animal lover who enjoys keeping fit and good wine—yes the two can co-exist—and believes in making the most out of life.
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