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

by Zara Chase

Troy and Beck roared with laughter.

  “Better do it anyway,” Troy suggested. “Before all that chocolate melts.”

  Adam growled and drove himself into her. Porcha cried out with pleasure as he sank all the way home and the cream squelched out of her with a loud sucking sound. She lifted her legs and wrapped them round him without being told to. She needed him as deep as she could get him. Their bodies adhered together with sticky chocolate as they moved in unison, pleasure spangling as Adam’s lips covered hers in a kiss made sweet with a combination of passion and cocoa.

  “That’s it, baby,” he said, breaking the kiss. “Move with me. Take it all. Let me get good and deep.”

  “Adam, I need to come. Say it’s okay.”

  “It’s okay. Come for me, darlin’. Let it go. Let me hear you scream.”

  Porcha didn’t need telling twice. Sensation reverberated through her like thunder as Adam drove himself into her, stirring her passion until there was nowhere for it to go and it was released in a spine-tingling orgasm. She bellowed his name to the rafters as she clamped his cock tight inside her vagina, milking it until she was slick with sweat and every nerve ending in her body sang its pleasure.

  “Jesus, Porcha, what are you doing to me?”

  She was still in the throes of her orgasm when Adam lost control and spurted deep inside her. A second orgasm hit her before the first had faded. She closed her eyes as it consumed her and simply hung on for the ride.

  Adam and Porcha lay side by side, slick, sticky, and totally spent. She felt the bed dip as Troy and Beck joined her.

  “Any of that cream left?” Troy asked.

  “Plenty.”

  “Then let’s have some fun.”

  Adam rubbed chocolate and cream into one breast, Beck dealt with the other, and Troy did the same with her midriff, working his way toward her cunt.

  “Much as I’d like to make her wait,” Troy said, “I think this cream’s gonna melt.”

  “Right.”

  “Her ass is mine,” Beck said, moving into position.

  “I’ll take the front door,” Troy said.

  “Guess I know where I am then,” Adam said, winking at Porcha as he moved into position.

  Porcha climaxed three times before any of them came. She simply didn’t care if she was way out of control. Surely that was the point of having three hunks fucking her at the same time? She took everything on offer, always wanting more. They were all slick with confection, moving about all over the slippery sheet, the only restriction to their movements being Porcha’s restrained arms.

  “Fuck it!” Beck screamed. “I gotta let go.”

  Porcha pushed back as she felt him spurting into her, only to discover that Troy was doing the same thing in her pussy. She moved her hips between them, giving them as much help as she could, whilst gripped by yet another orgasm of her own. How many times could one woman come in the course of an evening?

  “Drink it, babe. It’s for you.”

  She sucked on Adam’s shaft as he shot into her mouth, feeling him pulsating for what seemed like ages. His cum tasted of chocolate, cream, and what she guessed must be her own juices. The combination trickled down her throat, sweeter than vintage wine.

  “Wow!”

  Beck and Troy collapsed on either side of her. Adam lay longways across the top of her head, massaging her crown with gentle sweeps of his large hands.

  It was a while before any of them had the strength to move. When they eventually did, someone released her hands, someone else kissed her with deep appreciation, and the third went to run the bath.

  They took turns in soaping her clean, even washing the confectionary out of her hair. She wasn’t surprised when the bath turned into another round of fucking. Beck took her first from behind whilst she leant on Troy’s knee for support. Adam took his place the moment Beck slipped out of her. Then it was Troy’s turn again. He sat on the steps to the bath with her on his lap, forbidding her to move a muscle whilst he thrust into her from below.

  When they were finally all spent, Troy wrapped her in a fluffy towel that swamped her and carried her naked down the stairs, the other two following behind. When they reached her room, Adam pulled the covers back while Troy divested her of the towel and laid her down. Then he climbed in with her. Her body jerked when she realized he planned to spend the night with her. She wondered if one of the others would, too—the bed was easily big enough for three of them—but Adam and Beck merely bent to kiss her goodnight and left the room. Neither of them questioned Troy’s arbitrary decision to remain with her. She figured that tomorrow night she’d have a different bedfellow since they appeared to be able to share without any signs of jealousy.

  “Go to sleep,” Troy said, pulling her into his arms and resting her head on his chest. “You must be exhausted.”

  She opened her eyes very wide. “You want to sleep?”

  “We’ll have some fun when we wake up, if you ask me nicely, but right now you need to get some rest.” He dropped a light kiss on her lips. “Busy day tomorrow.”

  “I don’t want to think about tomorrow.” She smiled up at him. “Tell me about you. Adam says you’re from Argentina.”

  “I was born there, but it’s a while since I’ve been back.”

  “Why?”

  “There’s nothing there for me now. Not that there ever really was.”

  “What, no family?”

  “No. I never knew my father, and my mother died when I was twelve. I was the youngest, and my older brothers and sisters all have their own families now.”

  “And you don’t keep in touch?”

  “My oldest brother’s in prison and likely to stay there for the rest of his life.”

  “What did he do?”

  “Got involved with a vicious gang. Thought he could do as he liked ’cause the rules didn’t apply to him. The usual. My sisters are both married to losers and both have a bunch of kids who’ll just grow up to repeat the pattern.”

  “Sounds like you do keep in touch. You seem to know all about them.”

  “I hear from them occasionally. Usually when they want something.” Porcha could hear the contempt in his voice. “No, make that only when they want something, which is usually a handout.”

  “So you decided to break the mould and go your own way.”

  Troy shrugged. “Pretty much. I suppose I can’t blame them for turning out the way they have. It takes courage to be different. The kids grow up quick in the area I came from…Well, they do if they wanna survive, and my siblings were busy doing just that—blending in and not making waves—so they didn’t have a lot of time for me. I didn’t like what I saw them getting into, so I got a job doing all the dirty labor for a polo team because I liked horses, had a way with them, and came cheap.”

  “I can just imagine you on horseback. You’d be worth looking at.”

  Troy dropped a kiss on her forehead. “You like horses?”

  “Yes, I used to ride a million years ago, back in England.”

  “Well, my team came to the States for a series of matches when I was fifteen. I decided that I liked it here. There were more opportunities for a guy prepared to get his hands dirty, so I stayed.”

  Porcha smiled. “Just like that?”

  He tweaked her nose. “Just like that. It’s not so hard if you’re not too particular who you do business with. I eventually managed to get fake papers—you don’t want to know how—and finished up in the military.” He expelled a long breath. “That’s about all there is to know about me, baby. My life’s an open book apart from that.”

  She snorted. “Hardly. I think you have a lot of secrets inside that head of yours, but I also think that’s precisely where they’ll stay, no matter what I say.”

  “Wouldn’t be much good at what I do if I couldn’t keep a secret.” He pulled her more tightly against his chest. “Now go to sleep, darling. Like I said, we have a lot to do tomorrow.”

  “Good night, Troy,” she said sleepily.


  “Night, babe.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  “I can’t sleep if you’re looking at me.”

  “How do you know I’m looking? You’ve got your eyes closed.”

  “Aren’t you?”

  “Just admiring the view. Now stop stalling and get some rest.”

  In spite of her protestations, she fell asleep almost immediately, totally exhausted. That was hardly surprising, given the things they’d had her do that night. Her breathing was light and even, barely disturbing the hairs on Troy’s chest. He watched her, feelings of fierce protectiveness assailing him from all sides. She was astonishing. The way she’d embraced their games with such wholehearted enthusiasm had gotten to him, and there was no way in the world he’d let her go when this was all over. He had a feeling the others felt the same way. He’d talk to them about it, once her business was settled, and work something out.

  His mind drifted to their schedule for the following day. If things went to plan and Woollard showed up, they’d capture him, find out what the hell was going on, who was after Porcha, and why. He went over and over the details, meticulous and single-minded as always, and couldn’t think of anything they’d overlooked. So why was he feeling so edgy about the whole damned escapade? Was there something he’d overlooked? He sure as hell didn’t think so, but there were so many imponderables about this whole damned business that he couldn’t shake the feeling of unease.

  Troy eventually dozed, his dreams interspersed with images of Porcha chained to his strappado as he fucked her beautiful ass. But Woollard’s face kept intruding, taunting him. He was yelling that Troy would never keep Porcha, she was his. What the fuck?

  “Troy!”

  A hand shook his shoulder and he reacted instinctively, grabbing that hand and rolling over the body that it belonged to. Only when he felt Porcha’s soft curves gelling with the hard planes of his own body did he realize what he’d done. He wasn’t supporting his weight and immediately rolled off her before he flattened her.

  “Sorry, babe.”

  “You were shouting in your sleep,” she said, brushing a hand across his forehead. “Are you all right?”

  “Sure. Sorry about that. What time is it?”

  She glanced at the clock. “Six thirty.”

  “Time I was up.”

  “You already are.” She giggled as she flicked a finger against his erection.

  He chuckled. “A permanent condition when I’m anywhere near you.”

  “Hmm, I see your problem.” She nibbled the end of her index finger. “What can we do about that, then?”

  “What indeed.”

  Troy lowered his head and kissed the little vixen. He was never going to do anything else, right from the moment she woke him from his dream and his cock sat up and paid close attention to proceedings. It was completely beyond him to resist her lush body, the temptation of that sweet pussy, those gorgeous tits, her endless legs. He deepened the kiss, rolled on his back, and pulled her on top of him. She leaned into the kiss, her tits brushing against his chest as she sucked his lower lip between her teeth and nibbled at it. His hands reached for her breasts, dangling tantalizingly just beyond his grasp. He was unsurprised to discover that her nipples were rock hard, and he pinched them between his thumbs and forefingers, well aware that she wouldn’t want him to treat her gently. Just as well, because Troy seldom did gentle.

  Still kissing her, he placed his hands on her waist and lifted her. She got the message and positioned herself over his cock, wriggling with impatience to take it all.

  “Ride it, babe,” he said, breaking the kiss and smiling up at her.

  “If you insist.”

  She sank down on him, closing her eyes as he slid into her and his hands reclaimed her tits. They settled into a slow, easy rhythm, letting the feelings grow in their own time. She was so goddamned sexy, even though her features were still puffy with sleep. Tangled hair fell across her face as she rode him, her remarkable eyes sparkling with life and anticipation even though she’d only just opened them. Troy groaned as the full weight of her breasts settled heavily in his hands each time she lowered herself on him. He increased the tempo, for once having no desire to make her wait.

  “I want you to tie me up,” she said. “I love it when I’m at your complete mercy.”

  “Not this morning, babe. Wrong time and place. Right now we’re just gonna fuck ourselves awake.” He pinched her nipples hard enough to make her squeal. “But tonight we’ll play a few new games. We’ll keep you bound and gagged all night, make you do all sorts of crazy things, thrash your ass and your cunt ’cause you like having your pussy slapped, don’t you?” She swallowed hard and nodded. “I have a lot more toys yet that you haven’t tried, and we’ll catch it all on film. Would you like that?”

  She sank down hard and groaned. “You know I would. Do you have cameras up there?”

  “We’ve got enough cameras in this house to make Steven Spielberg weep with envy.”

  She groaned as he drove a little deeper into her. “Why?”

  “Because we’re cautious bastards who’ve pissed a lot of people off in our time. We don’t want our personal space invaded by the bad guys.”

  “Oh.”

  Porcha rotated her shoulders, sending her hair cascading down her back as she tilted her head back and closed the eyes, sensation clearly overwhelming her. “I need you, Troy. Make me come, please!”

  Her anguished cry did it for Troy. Besides, he had preparations to make and no time to linger. He thrust his pelvis upward, and she met him perfectly, thrashing down at precisely the same moment so that he was as deep inside her as he could possibly get. The door opened just as they both climaxed, and Adam stood there, grinning as he watched their performance.

  “All the headboard banging woke me up,” he said when Porcha collapsed, spent, on top of him.

  Troy laughed as he extracted himself from beneath her. He knew what Adam really wanted.

  “All yours, buddy,” he said, placing a kiss on the tip of her nose, climbing from the bed, and heading for his own shower.

  “All ours, you mean,” a naked Beck said as he passed him in the passageway and headed for Porcha’s room as well.

  Troy hadn’t been downstairs for long when the other two guys joined him. He’d known they’d be quick. When it came to their work they were all pretty focused. Adam poured coffee for him and Beck and joined Troy at the table. He was checking his weapons.

  “You anticipating problems?” Beck asked.

  Troy shot his buddy a look that said don’t be so naïve. “I always anticipate problems. That’s what keeps us alive.”

  “Do you think he’ll come?” Adam asked, assembling the ingredients for a massive fry up. None of them liked to work on an empty stomach.

  “If he intercepts that e-mail then I don’t see how he can afford not to. He wants Porcha badly enough to take risks.”

  Beck nodded. “I can relate to that.”

  “I think we all can,” Troy responded with a heavy sigh.

  “What is it, Troy?” Adam asked, turning away from the hob where he had a pan full of bacon sizzling away. “Is there something you’re not telling us?”

  “No, nothing.” He shook his head. “It just doesn’t feel right, that’s all.”

  “It can hardly be a trap because we set the thing up,” Beck pointed out.

  “I know that, but I keep thinking we’ve overlooked something.”

  “You’re just anxious because it’s Porcha,” Adam said. “We all are. We don’t usually get emotionally involved with our assignments.”

  “Yeah, that’s kinda what I figured but—”

  “The three of us can cover that mall,” Beck said reassuringly, “and Porcha will be safe here. No one can get past our security, not in broad daylight—”

  Adam flinched. “Unless they shoot their way in.”

  “They’d need to know she was here,” Beck pointed out, “and no one does.”


  “You’re right,” Troy said, still uneasy.

  “Leave one of us here with her if you’re that worried.”

  “Nah, it’ll take all three of us to cover the mall.” Troy shook his head. “It’ll be all right, I guess.”

  “You never guess,” Beck said, clearly picking up on his anxiety.

  Adam plonked plates of food in front of them, and they got into it, all conversation briefly halted. The only disturbance was the scrape of silverware against plates and the steady voice of the newscaster pouring from the television fixed to the wall behind the table.

  “All fucking bad news as always,” Beck complained.

  “Wouldn’t be newsworthy otherwise,” Adam said, helping himself to a second slice of toast.

  They’d cleared away and were all checking their weapons when Porcha drifted in, looking as fresh and lovely as though she’d slept twelve hours solid rather than spent most of the night being fucked by one or all of them. She wore jeans and a sleeveless top and had put a bra on.

  “Morning again, gorgeous,” Beck said, pecking her cheek.

  But even he was distracted. Nothing, not even the lovely Porcha, came between the three of them when they were preparing for an assignment.

  “There’s coffee made,” Adam said. “And I could cook you something.”

  “I’m quite capable of feeding myself, but thanks for the offer.”

  “Eat something,” Troy said in a tone that brooked no argument. “Even if it’s just fruit.”

  “It’s not me that’s going anywhere.”

  “No, but you never know what the day might bring.”

  Porcha kissed his cheek and obediently reached for a piece of fruit.

  * * * *

  Porcha watched her three guys in business mode, secreting an astonishing number of guns and knives about their persons, communicating in a kind of shorthand she didn’t understand and which she was excluded from anyway. Seeing such a tight unit preparing to go in to bat for her ought to have filled her with confidence. It did, but she also feared that one or all of them could be injured in their fight to keep her safe. Woollard was no pussycat and would almost certainly turn up mob handed. The thought of any of them getting hurt because of her almost crucified her. She wouldn’t be able to bear the guilt if any of them came back with so much as a scratch.