“Problem?” She straightened and stared at them.
The insecurity had gone and the little imp grinned before she scampered into the bathroom. Tomas stripped where he stood. As Adam wrenched at the buttons of his shirt, Tomas caught his shoulder. “There’s one thing you need to know, one thing I have to ask you.”
“I know you’ve already fucked her. I can smell it. No, I’m not jealous. And no, I’m not getting the beer. You can. There’s champagne if you’d rather and food. I went shopping. Christ, what a nightmare. I’m not doing that again. Still, can’t to wait to show you what I got apart from food.” He headed for the bathroom.
“Adam, listen.”
He turned at the door and his face lit in a big smile. “What?”
And Tomas couldn’t do it. “I’ll get the alcohol.”
By the time he came into the bathroom with champagne, glasses and a plate of appetizers, Adam and Wren were up to their necks in foam in the free-standing tub. The foam wasn’t just in the bath but all over the floor. Wren rested with her back against Adam’s chest and Tomas handed them drinks and climbed in the other end. He looped his legs over the edges of the tub, his butt wedged by Adam’s feet. As long as no one breathed, he just about fit.
“Food, please,” Wren said.
Tomas picked up the plate from the shallow sea of foam and offered it to her. She popped a pastry pinwheel in her mouth.
Adam lazily stroked her breasts, teasing her nipples while his gaze remained on Tomas. Wren opened her mouth and Tomas slotted a spring roll between her teeth. Even with no room to move, the warm water, champagne and naked bodies did their work and the worried cells in Tomas’ brain began to calm.
Wren caressed his leg and opened her mouth. “More, please.”
After Tomas had fed her smoked salmon, he wrapped his hand around her foot and rubbed her toes over his cock.
“Can we tell Adam what’s happened?”
“Go ahead,” Tomas said. She’d do it better than him, ease into it gradually.
“Tomas is a cop.”
Christ. But there was no tidal wave of foam, no exclamation of surprise, not a flicker of anything from Adam. Wren squirmed round to face Adam, making both of them wince as she collided with delicate parts.
“Why aren’t you shocked?” she asked.
“Three hours ago, I would have been, but I started to put two and two together and began to hope that might be the explanation. Now ask me if I’m glad.”
“Are you?” Wren asked.
“Ecstatic.” He grinned and turned Wren so her elbow was out of his groin and her back against his chest.
“You won’t be when you hear what she’s been up to,” Tomas said.
He was right. By the time they’d filled Adam in, Tomas felt he might as well have been sitting in freezing water.
“Why didn’t you tell me about the registers?” Adam asked. “I told you I run an antifraud company.”
“I didn’t know it was fraud I’d uncovered and if I’d told you, what would have happened to Tomas?”
Adam’s mouth tightened into a thin line.
“What would you have done?” Tomas asked.
“I’d have tried to persuade you to go to the police and give up Marco and the rest in turn for a lighter sentence.”
“Wren told me to run. She said she’d come with me and convince you to come too.”
Adam kissed her head. “Ah, sweetheart.”
Tomas didn’t ask if Adam would have run. He knew the answer. No.
“How long does this undercover thing have to go on?” she asked.
“Until my boss says stop.”
“Stop,” Wren said.
Chapter Twenty-Three
“Listen to the boss,” Adam said and slid his hand down Wren’s body. “Wren’s right. You should stop working for Marco.”
Tomas couldn’t see what Adam was doing under the foam, but he could guess. “I can’t walk away now. I’ve spent too long worming my way into Marco’s organization.”
“You think it goes higher than Marco?” Wren asked.
“No, in that I don’t think anyone has bankrolled him or he defers to anyone, but he has a lot of contacts in Eastern Europe and the UK we’d like to get to know.”
“Does he own Ezispeke?” Adam asked.
“Wren wondered that.”
“He might have purchased it through an offshore company,” Adam said. “I could find out.”
“Let us handle it. The less you’re involved the better. Bad enough Wren’s inside the net. Even if Marco does own the school, we need to link him with those students who didn’t attend, with students who might not exist, with ones who’ve disappeared like Jovana’s friend. The registers Wren copied might do that. And if he’s using the business to launder money, how’s it getting back to him? Who’s involved at Ezispeke? There’s a lot of unanswered questions.”
“I could—” Wren began.
“No,” he and Adam snapped together.
“I don’t want Marco to hurt you,” she said.
Tomas caressed her foot, running his fingers over the delicate bones. “I’m more worried about what your father will do if he finds out what we’re up to with you.”
“He won’t.”
“Christ, Wren, he’s a Detective Chief Superintendent,” Tomas said. “He’ll find out. Just like he found out about what your last boyfriend did.”
“You missed out that bit,” Adam said.
“Want to tell him?” Tomas asked her.
Wren sighed. “He stole from my bank account and maxed out my credit card.”
“How much did he steal?” Adam asked.
“Eighteen thousand.”
Adam sucked in a breath.
Wren glared at Tomas. “What did my father mean when he said no more chances?”
Tomas stopped moving. “He was referring to a job that went wrong.”
“How?” Adam asked.
“My partner died, making it my fault.”
“That’s crap.” She leaned forward and wiped foam off his face. “Sorry about your partner, but if the mistake wasn’t down to you, then don’t say it’s your fault.”
If only it were that easy. Tomas emptied his glass. “She didn’t listen, didn’t wait for me when I’d asked her to, went after a suspect on her own, crashed the car and died.” He exhaled. That night had been one of the worst of his life.
“How is that your fault?” Wren asked.
“I was her senior. I should have made her listen.”
“You should have made her listen? You really think you can make women do what you want?” She wrapped her hand around his semi-erect cock. “I think you’ll find we do what we like and just because it sometimes happens to coincide with what guys want, does not mean you’re getting your own way.”
Adam laughed. Tomas had lost track of what she was talking about. His cock swelled in her hand, his breathing quickening.
“What’s poking in my back? Oh.” Wren smiled at Adam.
“There’s no room in this tub for what I want to do,” Tomas said. “Plus, I don’t want anyone to drown.”
He scrambled from the tub and lifted Wren out. Adam followed. They wiped foam from their bodies and dropped the towels in a wet heap.
“Want to see what I bought?” Adam asked.
Wren beamed. Tomas wondered how long that would last when she realized what they wanted from her.
Adam led them into his bedroom. Two large bags and three small lay on the bed.
“The big ones are for me and you,” Adam said to Wren. “There’s one each of the small.”
“Tomas doesn’t have a big one?”
“I’ve never had any complaints.” He pinched her backside.
“Ouch.”
Adam rubbed her butt. “He doesn’t need a large bag because he’s already got a costume.”
Wren clapped her hands together. “Costumes? Am I a vampire? Bride of Dracula? A tiger? Not Marge Simpson.”
T
omas sniggered.
Wren tipped the bag onto the bed and stared at the puddle of slinky silver material. “I’m dressing as an element? Mercury?”
“Quicksilver—yep, that fits.” Adam chuckled.
She held up a short tube dress with open sides crisscrossed with delicate silver chains and Tomas’ cock purred in his head.
“How am I supposed to wear anything under—ah, I’m not. Okay, let’s see what you’ve got.”
Okay? What does that mean? She’s all right about this? Tomas swallowed hard, his hand stroking his cock. When Adam tipped out a heap of leather strands with buckles and loops, and a pair of black chaps cut away over the inner thighs and butt, Tomas pushed down on his tingling balls. He glanced at Adam’s face and saw the flush spread on his cheeks. Someone’s into dressing up.
“That is so hot,” Wren said. “What’s yours, Tomas? We going to try everything on?”
Adam pointed. “Later. Look in the other bags.”
Tomas pulled out a black butt plug. Wren’s was pink and smaller. While they’d played around last night, they’d talked about what they wanted to do to each other and not made a secret of the fact they wanted her sandwiched between them. Wren had never had a guy’s cock in her butt before. Tomas was barely more experienced than her. Somehow that had helped him get his head around this because the mere idea of them in her pussy and ass at the same time made him lightheaded with lust.
“I figured we need to do this in stages,” Adam said.
Tomas swallowed against the choked feeling in his throat. Did Adam know he had a problem?
“Hands and knees on the bed, both of you.”
Wren moved the clothes onto a chair. She might be chewing her lip but Tomas recognized excitement in her eyes.
“You first.” Adam nodded to him.
Tomas crawled onto the bed and stayed on all fours. His heart pounded and his ass clenched no matter how much he pleaded with it not to. When Wren settled beside him and turned to him, Tomas licked the line of her mouth.
“Okay, little bird?” he whispered.
She nodded. “I feel like we’re about to get smacked.”
“No one’s going to hurt you,” he said. “Marco’s a prick.”
“I don’t think Marco was thinking about smacking. I might like a bit of smacking as long as I get to smack you two as well.”
Tomas’ laugh switched to a sharp inhale as Adam squirted lube down the crease of his butt. The bath had been supposed to relax him but he could feel himself winding up again.
“Can I put it in?” Wren rolled off the bed.
Tomas buried his face in a pillow. Christ, that’s all I need.
“Gentle pressure,” Adam said. “You have to tease the muscles into giving way.”
“Does it hurt?” she asked.
“Guys wouldn’t do it if it hurt. You know what wimps we are.” Adam caressed Tomas’ butt and he trembled.
He could feel the plug twisting, pushing, pressing against the tight pucker of his asshole, and willed his body to open.
“Am I doing it right?” Wren asked.
Tomas grunted. Adam’s firm fingers, Wren’s soft ones, the plug—oh damn—her exhalations hitting his butt, all stole the breath from his lungs.
Bear down. Let it in. “Oh God.”
He and Wren gasped the same words together as his muscles relaxed and the plug entered his body.
“Are you okay?” Wren asked. “Want me to pull it out again?”
“Yeah, so long as you push it back,” Tomas blurted, laughed and then pressed his face into his arm and groaned.
“He’s fine.” Adam slapped him on the butt and Tomas rolled onto his back with a moan. “Your turn.”
“It’s not going to fit.” Wren warily eyed the pink plug in Adam’s hand.
“If it doesn’t, I’ll take it back,” Adam said.
Her eyes widened. “You can’t take it back.”
He grinned. “Well, we’ll just have to make it fit then.”
Tomas wasn’t sure he could watch Adam do this without spurting all over the place, so he stayed where he was and watched Wren. That didn’t help at all.
She winced at the splash of lube and then held her breath.
“Sweetheart, you need to breathe,” Adam said.
“It’s in far enough,” Wren squeaked.
Adam snorted. “That was my thumb. I haven’t even touched you with the plug yet.”
“Hey, if I can do this, you can.” Tomas brushed her cheek with his knuckles. “You are the most gorgeous, sexy woman I’ve ever been lucky enough to meet.” He slipped two fingers into Wren’s mouth and she sucked on them. A suck that turned to a bite when the plug slid in. She released his fingers and gave a deep sigh.
“It feels…”
“What?” Adam rolled her onto her back so she lay next to Tomas. He wrapped her hand in his.
“Better than I’d thought.” She smiled.
“How about now?” Adam asked and Tomas felt the vibration power through his gut.
Judging by Wren’s squeal, Adam had set off both to vibrate at the same time.
“Bastard,” she yelped and flung herself at Adam, knocking him off the bed.
Tomas looked down at them wrestling on the floor, Wren trying to twist the remote from Adam’s grip.
“I don’t like it,” she blurted.
Adam yelped as her elbow collided with his gut. “We’re not going to do anything you don’t like. Want me to take it out?”
“The plug’s okay. It’s the vibration I don’t like. It’s like I’ve got a swarm of bees up my arse. Make it stop.”
Adam laughed. Wren wriggled against his cock and he groaned so she wriggled some more. Adam clutched his balls and Tomas smiled.
“Okay, okay,” he moaned. “I’ll switch them off.”
Tomas sighed. He liked the vibration. To him it felt warm, tight and exciting. Adam rose to his feet, lifted Wren onto the bed and lay next to her. They were both hard and getting harder, cocks fully erect and leaking, crests shiny with anticipation.
“We need you on the Pill,” Adam whispered. “I want to really feel you and empty myself inside you. I want you full of cum. Mine and Tomas’. Then I want to suck it out of you.”
Tomas would have added his agreement but his vocal chords had seized up.
“I’m on the Pill,” she whispered.
Oh fuck. They stared at her without blinking. Tomas felt as if he’d just been invited into heaven except he was afraid to step over the threshold in case there’d been a mistake and he was destined for hell.
“I’m clean,” Tomas blurted. Oh Christ. Way to look smooth.
“I’ve had sex once without protection,” Adam said. “Five years ago in an Italian garden.”
“Then it’s okay.” Tomas was confused by the intense expressions on their faces. “Not okay?”
“It was Wren I fucked in Italy. One moment of bliss before I lost her in the crowds. We didn’t even know each other’s names. I never thought I’d see her again.” He swallowed hard. “Remind me to give my PAs a bonus. If I hadn’t come up here, I’d never have found you. Both of you.” Adam stared straight at him. “You make love to Wren first.”
Love? The first time the word had been mentioned. And I get to go first? Tomas’ cock and balls wanted to jump for joy. He almost checked they were behaving themselves and not jigging with excitement.
“Is that okay, Wren?” Tomas slipped his hand to her breast.
She nodded.
“Going to let me fuck you, Tomas?” Adam reached over Wren to brush his knuckles down the line of his chin.
Tomas couldn’t look at him. His stomach lurched.
“Tomas?”
Adam’s whisper forced him to meet his gaze. All he had to do was say yes except the word had lodged in his throat. The longer he struggled to say it, the darker the expression on Adam’s face grew. The guy was pissed off and Tomas wasn’t sure he wanted Adam to fuck him right now, and he especially
wasn’t sure he wanted a pissed-off Adam to do it at any time. He’d just about got his head around the idea of bottoming but now his heart pounded out of control, bouncing on his stomach. Christ, I feel sick.
Wren wrapped her hand around his clenched fist and squeezed. “I like the idea of Adam on you and you on me. It’ll be like both of you making…having sex with me at the same time. Well, the pair of you and the Mr. Blob in my arse. Except I’m in charge of the remote control. You two can move, but not him.”
A choked groan escaped Tomas’ thick throat. “That sounds…perfect.”
Adam reached for the bedside drawer and his hand came back holding a condom. Oh fuck. Tomas flinched as Wren scooted under him, pushing him onto his hands and knees. That was the position he’d been in when Pearson had… He’d pinned Tomas and the fucker had forced… He’d tried… Shit, shit, shit.
Wren kissed him and broke his downward-spiraling thoughts. She cupped his cheeks, pressed her lips against his and Tomas melted against her. He didn’t freak out when he felt Adam’s hands on his butt, or when he pulled out the butt plug. He wanted the feeling back. Supporting his weight on one elbow, Tomas danced his fingertips down Wren’s body to the soft, damp folds of her sex and they both groaned. He struggled to concentrate on bringing her pleasure but his brain kept lurching back to what Adam was doing, what Pearson had done.
Tomas flinched when what felt like a whole tube of lube found its way up his rectum, but better too much than not enough. Pearson had just spat…oh fuck. Don’t… Wren mapped his face with her mouth, landing little kisses on his chin, his nose, over his eyes, sucking his eyelashes while he slowly pumped two fingers inside her.
“How did I get to be so lucky?” she whispered against his cheek. “You two are gorgeous. There has to be something wrong with you. A horrible habit? Do you leave wet towels on the bed? Pee on the bathroom floor? Collect your bellybutton fluff?”
Tomas was vaguely aware Wren was talking and that she was talking nonsense, but he needed touch, not words. He kissed her again, sinking his tongue in and out of her mouth, his fingers in and out of her pussy as Adam pressed against his asshole.
Relax. Push back. Tomas gasped against Wren’s lips while slick digits circled and then slipped away from his anus to caress the strip of sensitive flesh leading to his balls. Tomas knew Adam could tell he was tense and he tried again to relax. If the guy had been going to shove straight into him, he’d have done it already. There was no need to get all uptight. Wren groaned beneath him and he concentrated on her face, tried not to think about what was happening behind him.
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