Her Three Protectors [The Hot Millionaires #3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)
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“Happy birthday!”
Three handsome faces grinned at her. The kitchen was festooned with heart-shaped balloons and there were fresh flowers on every available surface.
“Hmm, someone’s been out shopping early.” She gave each of them a hug and kiss in turn. “Thanks, guys.”
“Okay,” Troy said as soon as breakfast had been cleared away. “We’re gonna hit the shops now.”
They drove her to a local mall and raided Macy’s. Over her protests, they purchased her what felt like an entire wardrobe, with definite emphasis on underclothes. She couldn’t really understand why, because they seldom let her wear any when she was in the house, but she was having too much fun to argue with them.
“Just remember,” Beck said, flashing an especially garish thong beneath her nose, “whenever you wear this, you’re mine.”
“I’m yours anyway, handsome,” she said, standing on her toes so that she could aim a kiss at his lips.
“Hear that, losers,” he said to the other two. “Porcha’s all mine.”
Adam rolled his eyes. “He does so enjoy his little delusions.”
“Aw, Beck. Won’t you share me with Troy and Adam?” she wheedled. “It’ll be so much more fun that way.”
Adam grinned. “Why settle for one cock when she can have three?”
“Precisely what I thought,” Porcha said happily.
They had lunch together in the mall like a proper family, but as soon as they got back to the house the men dispersed. Beck headed for the gym, Troy for his computers, and Adam started preparing his birthday feast. Porcha, not wanting to cling, took herself off to her room and tried on some of her new outfits, wondering what to wear for her birthday dinner. Was the decision hers to make or would the guys would have their own ideas on the subject?
She must have dozed off, but delicious smells coming from below woke her. She pulled on a pretty bra-and-panty set that Adam had chosen, a simple shift dress in bright turquoise that Troy had picked out, and fastened on an expensive gold bracelet that Beck had insisted on buying her. She put on her collar, just in case they had any doubts about what she expected from them as her main present, ran a brush through her hair, and headed for the stairs.
She was greeted by a chorus of wolf whistles. Each guy in turn kissed her, and someone handed her a glass of champagne. She lowered her eyes, happy to fall into her submissive role as she waited to be told what to do next. Her new panties were already soaked through, and her heart raced with anticipation. Adam took her hand and led her to a chair. A single-occupancy chair. That was strange. One or more of them always wanted to sit with her. She felt the first stirrings of alarm. What was going on here? Surely they weren’t going to tell her it was time for her to leave. Not on her birthday.
“We need to talk to you, Porcha,” Troy said.
“Yes, master.”
“No, we need to talk to you as you, not as our sub.”
Her eyes snapped to his face. “What’s wrong?”
“Absolutely nothing. We love having you here.” He paused. “We haven’t known you for long, but it’s long enough to know that we love everything about you. In short, we all love you.”
“Absolutely,” Adam agreed.
“Never felt like this before,” Beck added.
“And I love all of you.”
“Then why go back to England?”
“Well…well, I have to go somewhere.”
“You wouldn’t consider staying here with us?”
Porcha opened her eyes very wide. “What, all of you?”
“You don’t get what you want from us?” Adam asked, grinning.
“Yes, you know I do, but how can one woman keep all three of you—three virile men—satisfied indefinitely?”
“You’ve done a bang-up job so far,” Beck told her.
“You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“Never more so,” they said together.
“I know it’s a lot to take in, and you probably think it’s too soon after Sal to get involved in a serious relationship.” Troy spread his hands. “We get that, and we’re prepared to wait. You can stay with us on whatever basis you’re comfortable with until you’ve had time to reach a decision.”
“That’s very generous, and a very tempting offer, but I—”
“We’ve talked about this,” Troy said. “It’s what we all want, but for you it won’t be like with Sal. You’ll submit to us in the house, but you can still be yourself, have a life of your own outside of it that we don’t control.”
“I don’t see how.” Porcha shook her head. “Tempting as it is to say I’ll stay, you three will be dashing off on another job soon, leaving me to kick my heels up here because you don’t want me to be endangered.” She lifted her eyes to one dear face after another. “I love you all, but that’s not enough. I can look after myself, and in case you don’t believe me, I’d best remind you that four men broke in here. I killed one and didn’t break down and go all girly when I saw the blood. I threw a second one across Troy’s desk, and I gave the third one a good kick in the gonads before they took me.”
Troy laughed. “Wish I’d known about that last part. I wouldn’t have been able to help mentioning it to Sanchez-Punto yesterday if I had.”
“See, you’re making a joke out of it.”
“No, love, I—”
“When I was captured I managed to escape, tricking one guy and shooting another in the process, and you want to protect me.” She shook her head. “It wouldn’t work.”
“Which is why we’re offering you a place on the team, if you want it,” Troy said, smiling at her. “You didn’t let me get to that part.”
“You’re what!”
“One of the many things we love about you is your courage,” Beck told her. “Your feisty determination to fight, to give as good as you get, and the hell with the consequences.”
“That aspect of your character is probably coming out so strong because Sal kept you so securely under his thumb,” Adam added.
Beck nodded. “But we think we’ve seen the real you and, hey, we love what we see.”
“We often get jobs that involve looking after a woman,” Troy said. “Your inclusion in the team would help a lot there. Look how you reacted to us when we first called on you, but if there’d been a woman with us, I’m betting you’d have felt differently.”
Porcha nodded, in a daze. They really seemed to be serious. “But there’s a lot I don’t know.”
“Nothing that we can’t teach you.”
“I’m scared of the water, which is one of the reasons why I didn’t run into the yard when those guys broke in. I had a bad experience in a swimming pool when I was a kid, and I never really got over it.”
“We’ll get you through that.”
“What do you say, babe?” Troy asked. “Will you stay here to work and play with us and let us love you like you deserve to be loved?”
Was she crazy, even hesitating? They were offering her the sort of opportunity she’d never dared to even dream about. A job, a home, three hunky lovers…Any woman in her position would jump at the chance.
“I say yes!” She leapt up and flung her arms round Adam’s neck, simply because he was the closest one to her.
“That would be yes, master.” He disengaged her arms, and just before she dutifully dropped her eyes, she noticed the triumphant smile Adam shared with his two buddies. “Assume a submissive position, Porcha. We’re not at work now.”
“Yes, masters.”
Porcha dropped to her knees in front of Adam. Happiness fizzed through her bloodstream as she told all three of them with her eyes and her body language that she didn’t need to think about their proposition.
She was theirs for keeps.
THE END
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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 e
xotic 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.
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