Their Greatest Treasure [Power Surge: The Billionaire Club 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Dixiw Lynn Dwyer

  “Oh my God!” She panted.

  Riker pressed his cock over her puckered hole as he whispered into her ear.

  “We’re going to be one, Chastity. One unit, one team, one body and soul. We would die for you. We want you in our lives forever. You’re our greatest treasure.”

  “Yes. Yes, I want you, too. I love you both so much.”

  Nash placed his hands against her cheeks. Take me inside of you. Relax this body. It’s ours and we’re going to take you together.”

  She slowly lifted up, the anticipation was incredible, yet she wasn’t scared as much as she was curious. Would it hurt? Would they both fit? Would it be disappointing?

  She lifted up and then lowered onto Nash’s cock, taking him deeply inside of her. Tilting her head back and taking a deep breath, she held herself still a moment. The feeling of contentedness consumed her.

  Riker kissed the back of her shoulder, as he reached for the tube on the bed.

  “I’m going to get this sexy ass ready. I’ve wanted this ass since the first night I met you. The way that dress clung to your every curve. I love when you bend over. I’m planning on bending you over every goddamn piece of furniture or area I can.”

  “Oh.” She moaned, feeling the tiny sensations erupt inside of her. Nash cupped her breasts, and as he tweaked the nipples, she felt the cool thick liquid being pressed into her anus.

  “That feels weird,” she said then gulped as Riker’s fingers pressed into her ass next. In and out he stroked her anus with his fingers while Nash pressed slowly up and down.

  “Oh yeah, oh, that feels good. I feel full, and my you-know is so sensitive,” she whispered, eyes closed, as she moved atop of Nash.

  “Your what feels so sensitive?” Nash asked then pulled harder on her nipples. Riker removed his fingers, and disappointment filled her. She actually moaned a complaint, and both men chuckled.

  “I think she means her pussy, Nash,” Riker said. She felt the top of Riker’s penis at her puckered hole, then his hand on her hip.

  “I have just the right thing to help you with that,” Riker whispered then slowly pushed his cock into her back hole. Inch by inch, she felt the thick muscle move in deeper. Her belly tightened, her breasts tingled, her pussy gushed with cream, and then she thrust back, hard.

  “Chastity!” Both men raised their voices and she lost it. She began to move back then forward then up and down. At once, both men grabbed onto her and took complete control of the lovemaking. All she could do was hold on for the ride.

  They moaned, they called her name, they licked and kissed and fucked her so hard. She felt like she could lose consciousness. The sounds that filled the room aroused her entirely too much.

  “Nash, harder! Riker, oh God, Riker.” She didn’t know whose name to call out or what she needed them to do except just not stop. Please, God, don’t let them stop.

  “Fuck, baby, you’re wild.” Riker growled against her ear as he gripped her hair, holding her still while he thrust one more time into her ass. He shook behind her then used his hold to turn her face slightly to the left so he could kiss her hard on the mouth.

  Beneath her Nash gripped her hips and shoved up and down so fast, so deeply, she pulled from Riker’s kiss to breathe. She was losing her ability to breathe. This was amazing.

  Riker pulled from her ass and Nash grabbed her. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he rolled her to her back.

  Her head hit the pillow, her hair scattered across the sheets, and Nash pounded into her with deep, hard strokes.

  She stared up at him. He looked so intense and so wild, she clenched her teeth and admired his beauty. The thick strong muscles of his pecs shook with each thrust, and she reached up and pinched a nipple.

  “Fuck. That’s not fair.” He yanked her hips harder against him and thrust one more time. He shook as he came and she shivered with her own release.

  Then he pulled from her body, and fell flat on his stomach next to her.

  “Sweet mother of God, you’re a wild woman.”

  She felt her cheeks warm, and then Riker appeared with a washcloth and a smile.

  “It appears that our Chastity truly is our very own secret treasure.”

  Nash ran his hands along her belly and pulled her closer to his side. He stuck his tongue out and licked her still-hard nipple.

  “She sure is, and I can’t wait to explore every single inch of our treasure.”

  She smiled then laughed as Nash began to wash her and take care of her. Like always.

  Epilogue

  Chastity was tired after a long night of dancing and enjoying Hidden Treasures with Nash, Riker, and their friends.

  It was midnight when they left the club to head to their penthouse. She was still moving out of her apartment, but the process was slow since Nash and Riker kept her busy and with them almost all of the time. They called her their not-so-secret treasure and the key holder to their hearts.

  She couldn’t wait to get out of her dress and to cuddle with her men in bed. They were so caring and loving that she felt as if she had an entirely new life filled with love and pleasure.

  “Chastity, we’re waiting for you. We have a surprise,” Nash called to her from down the hallway.

  She felt all giddy inside. She loved Riker and Nash’s so-called “surprises.” They continuously came up with new and inventive ways to make love to her, together or separately. She especially enjoyed it when they incorporated those soft restraints. Yowzers.

  She seductively made her way down the hallway, unzipped her dress along the way so that when she entered the room, she could make it fall softly to her feet. They would get a nice little shock when they saw the new panty and bra set she had gotten. Never mind the belly ring that was decorated with the small little dangling stars on it.

  Oh yeah, tonight she would be the one to surprise them.

  As Chastity entered the room, she locked gazes with Nash and Riker as her dress fell to the burgundy rug.

  She placed her hands on her hips, and their eyes widened in appreciation.

  “Hot damn, woman, when did you get that set?” Riker asked, swiftly approaching. He placed his hands on her hips and licked his lips. Nash came up behind her and caressed her shoulders and ass.

  “When did you get the new belly ring?” Nash asked and then gently moved the thin little chains of stars back and forth across her skin.

  She smiled. “I thought you two might like it.”

  “Oh, we like it all right, baby,” Riker said then pressed his fingers under the elastic to her barely there panties and stroked her cunt.

  She tilted her head back and softly moaned. She felt Nash thrust his cock against her back.

  “We have a surprise for you, too,” Nash whispered.

  Riker pulled his fingers slowly from her pussy and then pushed her panties down her thighs. Nash held her steady as she stepped out of them.

  “Come here, baby, come see the surprise,” Riker said then lifted her up and against him. She straddled his waist as he walked her into the suite where candles were lit and a plush fur rug decorated the floor. She loved this room. They had spent so much time in it, to relax, to just talk, and to make love. It was just as special as the bedroom. She glanced at the fireplace, imagining what it would be like during the winter months with a large fire warming the three of them as they cuddled on the fur rug. And then she saw their surprise.

  Above the fireplace was an almost identical painting of the mermaid, sitting on the boulders, slightly above the ocean, as waves crashed down over the rocks below. Her long blonde hair danced in the wind behind her. It was almost like the one they saw at the exhibit that day. The one both Nash and Riker had fallen in love with. Except in this one, there was no mistaking that the mermaid was Chastity.

  Riker stared up at the painting in awe with a smile on his face, and Nash kissed her shoulder and hugged her between him and Riker.

  “We fell in love with that mermaid, that painting, the day at the
exhibit.”

  “That’s when we fell in love with you, Chastity,” Nash added then began to kiss her skin and caress her body.

  She felt the tears reach her eyes, for she was the one who had been surprised once again, by her men, and their continued acts of love.

  “I fell in love with both of you, too. It’s beautiful and I love it.”

  “Good, because we named it after you,” Riker told her.

  “After me? What do you mean?”

  Riker and Nash walked her closer, so she could see the artist’s signature in black. It was the same painter who did the one at the exhibit. Then she saw the nameplate in gold underneath the painting.

  It said, “Our Greatest Treasure, Chastity.”

  Chastity felt the tears roll down her cheeks. She felt the abundance of love, of belonging, and most importantly of being more than just adequate but adored. In that moment she knew and she understood what it was that was missing her entire life. True love. True love was the greatest treasure of all.

  THE END

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  People seem to be more interested in my name than where I get my ideas for my stories from. So I might as well share the story behind my name with all my readers.

  My momma was born and raised in New Orleans. At the age of twenty, she met and fell in love with an Irishman named Patrick Riley Dwyer. Needless to say, the family was a bit taken aback by this as they hoped she would marry a family friend. It was a modern day arranged marriage kind of thing and my momma downright refused.

  Being that my momma’s families were descendents of the original English speaking Southerners, they wanted the family blood line to stay pure. They were wealthy and my father’s family was poor.

  Despite attempts by my grandpapa to make Patrick leave and destroy the love between them, my parents married. They recently celebrated their sixtieth wedding anniversary.

  I am one of six children born to Patrick and Lynn Dwyer. I am a combination of both Irish and a true Southern belle. With a name like Dixie Lynn Dwyer it’s no wonder why people are curious about my name.

  Just as my parents had a love story of their own, I grew up intrigued by the lifestyles of others. My imagination as well as my need to stray from the straight and narrow made me into the woman I am today.

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