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Her touch made Tomas suck the air out of Adam’s mouth and
they broke apart gasping. He let Adam push him onto his back, lift his arms and
curl his fingers over the top of the headboard. Tomas got the message. Then
they started to play with him and he vaguely wondered if they’d planned this
while he was out of the room, and
this
was what Wren wanted. It didn’t
matter. They were naked and together.
Whatever happens will be—is—fucking
fantastic.
Wren fluttered her tongue over his nipple, tugged at it with her
teeth and a jolt of electricity zipped straight to his balls. Thinking became
tricky.

While Wren’s lips crept from Tomas’ chest to his mouth, Adam
sucked and nibbled down Tomas’ body as far as his bottom rib, gentle over the
bruise.
Christ.
Tomas groaned. His hips moved restlessly, the need to
come building like a distant rumbling thunderstorm. He began to breathe more
raggedly as Wren licked her way down to join Adam. Then he made the mistake of
lifting his head to look at the two of them poised over his cock.

Oh fuck.
Two wet, silky tongues licked up the sides
of his dick and Tomas let the groan bubble out of his mouth.

“Sweet…Jesus,” he gasped.

Adam pulled back and when Wren’s hot little mouth engulfed
his cock head, his hips jerked. Instead of retreating, she swallowed more. And
more. Watching his cock slide deeper and then in and out of her mouth stole the
air from his lungs. Her hand tightened around his dick and the soft, insistent
pressure as she licked and sucked at the same time as she squeezed and pumped
made his eyes flutter closed. He forced them open. Tomas wanted to watch even
though the sight and sound of her shoved him closer to the edge of the cliff.
Her enthusiasm, the way she stared up at him with her huge, dark eyes almost
stopped his heart.

“I can’t work out if I’d rather watch or join in,” Adam
said. “Damn, you both look sexy.”

“Decide fast,” Tomas blurted.

Adam laughed and pushed up Tomas’ legs. He stuck a pillow
under his butt and spread his knees. Adam met his gaze, smiled and the moment
Wren moved away, he dropped his head between Tomas’ outstretched thighs. Even
the feel of Adam’s hair brushing against his skin made his gut clench. When a
firm tongue massaged the root of his cock, Tomas trembled. Wren danced her lips
over the crest of his cock while Adam’s tongue blazed a trail of fire to his
asshole. He wanted it to go on forever, but this sort of stimulation was too
much.

“Can’t…” Tomas sighed with relief when he felt Adam’s
fingers tighten around Wren’s and drag them down to the base of his dick to
squeeze hard and put weight on his balls.

“Hold him tight. He mustn’t come yet,” Adam whispered and
then he sucked Tomas’ nuts into his mouth.

“F…uck.” His heart was going to explode before his cock.

Adam’s tongue played with his balls, separating them,
pushing them together, sucking gently, licking and tickling while Tomas put
nail marks in the headboard and curled his toes hard enough to rip the sheet.
He still worried Wren would choke, she swallowed so much of him, but damn if he
didn’t want her to swallow more and his hips shifted restlessly. Adam freed his
balls from the suction of his mouth with a soft pop and licked the strip of
flesh beyond.

Don’t come, don’t come, don’t come.
Tomas repeated it
like a mantra. When Wren dipped her tongue into the slit at the tip of his cock
and at the same moment Adam used his tongue to breach his asshole, Tomas knew
control had slipped out of his hands.
As if I ever had it.
His eyes kept
closing no matter how hard he tried to keep them open. The pair changed
positions. Wren teased his balls while Adam had his mouth around his cock,
sucking so hard, so fast and so fiercely that Tomas arched off the bed.

“Now. Oh Christ,” he blurted.

And somehow his cock was partly in both their mouths as his
cum spewed out, hot ribbons spraying everywhere. He sank into the bed, his
heart hammering as rivers of heat flooded his veins and melted his limbs. As
blowjobs went, that had to be among the best he’d ever had. Tomas opened his
eyes to see the pair licking cum off him and each other, kissing while they did
it, and he smiled. If he died tomorrow, at least he’d had this.

Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.
Wren felt as if she
was going over the top of a roller coaster, except the feeling of thrilled
exhilaration just went on and on and her heart kept pounding faster. Even as
she’d walked to Tomas’ apartment, she hadn’t been sure she could go through
with this. But they wanted her here, they wanted
her
and Wren sure as
hell wanted them. The insides of her thighs were soaked. They wouldn’t have to
do much to make her come.

Like breathe on me.

She’d given blowjobs before but that had been amazing. The
feeling of Tomas’ cock sliding in her mouth, the way his hips jerked when she
licked or sucked, Adam kissing her at the same time, it had all been perfect.
And Tomas tasted perfect too. When had she ever liked the taste of a guy’s cum?
Not that she’d tasted a whole bunch. Two to be exact. Three now.
Stop it.
She was starring in one of her erotic fantasies and she didn’t want to pinch
herself, just in case.

It was almost as though she’d pulled on another skin,
because this wasn’t her. This brazen, confident woman couldn’t be her. Or maybe
she’d pulled off a layer of skin and become the real her. She lay panting
against Tomas’ belly, Adam licking her face, and she recognized that something
had broken free inside her. For once she’d taken charge of her own destiny,
done what she’d wanted, not what others wanted or expected.
Two guys? How
lucky am I?

Tomas reached to tug her up and Wren curled into him while
Adam leaned up on his elbow on the other side, his hair sweat-spiked, his eyes
black and his cheeks flushed. He was gently stroking himself, the foreskin
peeling back to reveal a cock head dark with blood, his balls tight and heavy
beneath. Should she have tried to bring them both off together?

“Your turn.” Adam hauled her over Tomas to position her on
her back between them.

Uh-oh.

“What are you going to do?” Her hands fisted at her sides.

Adam grinned. “I’ll let you choose. We could play
tic-tac-toe on your stomach. Or lick you all over until you come.”

The muscles of Wren’s sex clenched and she groaned. “Oh God.
You think you could keep licking
after
I come because I really like the
idea of being licked all over, but the moment you two put your tongues on me,
I’ll fall apart and then I’d sort of feel cheated.”

Adam glanced at Tomas. They each grabbed a hand and sucked
her pinkie.

She knew they thought she was joking but she wasn’t. She’d
been hovering on the brink so long, it would take very little to push her over
the edge. They sucked harder at her fingers, their lips slipping from one to
the next, then two fingers, then three. Their hands slid over her breasts and
squeezed. Wren’s neck arched, her breathing faltered and in a burst of heat,
cream gushed and she soared toward the sun.

OhmyGodOhmyGodOhmyGod.
Her body clenched and released
so firmly, it trapped her breath in her throat. Every cell was supercharged,
every vein running with liquid pleasure. She sucked in a ragged breath as the
muscle contractions slowed, and she fell to earth in a slow tumble.

“Jesus,” Tomas said. “Where did that come from?”

“Think there’s more?” Adam asked.

“No. That’s it,” Wren blurted. “At least for a while.”

Adam shoved a pillow under her lower back. “How long’s a
while?”

She bit her lip. “Couple of months.”

They laughed as they spread her legs, rested hands on her
knees and then two heads descended.
They can’t both—oh seems they can.
She squealed as they licked her inner thighs.

“Someone’s excited,” Tomas whispered. “You taste delicious.”

She forgot how to breathe.

“How long’s a while, Wren?” Adam repeated.

“Thirty minutes.”

“We beat that,” Tomas said. “Or you ask for money back.”

Their hands were still wrapped around her breasts, Tomas
rubbing her nipple, Adam squeezing, but it was the sensation of them breathing
on her sex that kick-started her rewind.

“You ever see anything so beautiful?” Tomas asked.

“That bit of me isn’t beautiful,” Wren said with a moan.

“All of you is beautiful.” Tomas kissed between her legs and
licked her folds.

She hissed as she sucked in air.

Adam nibbled her hip, his hand caressing her leg. She
threaded her fingers in Tomas’ longer hair, pulled at Adam’s short locks, as
they played with her. The brush of slightly rough chins on the sensitive skin
of her inner thighs, together with tickles from soft eyelashes, set her cells
dancing. Electrical impulses began to flash, energizing her pleasure receptors,
and her body tingled as if she’d lain too long in the sun. Adam massaged her
clit with his lips while Tomas’ tongue explored the valleys and folds of her
sex with infinite care before sliding inside. Every nerve jangled. Wren had
been sure she couldn’t come again this fast but their touch was just right, their
persistence impossible to resist and why would she want to?

They changed places so that Tomas’ mouth tugged at her clit,
his tongue fluttering over it in a rapid motion, making Wren’s heart lurch.
Adam’s tongue plunged into her, over and over and over until her back bowed.
She came so hard she shook, crying out as her head filled with white-hot
sparks. The waves of pleasure went on and on, pounding her, leaving her
senseless and unable to move.
Oh wow.
She felt sorry for the women stuck
with her exes. She hadn’t known how useless they were. Now she did. This pair
had ruined her forever.

“Fuck, that was hot,” Adam whispered.

“Sweeeet.” Tomas exhaled the word.

“I need more,” Adam said. “Turn her over.”

“Ugh.” Wren tried to protest but it was hopeless. She was as
limp as cooked pasta.

Adam slid under her and lay so his cock rested between her
breasts, his mouth against her clit.
Where—oh.
Tomas kissed her backside
and slid his fingers over her wet folds.

“Up on your knees, little bird,” Tomas said.

Adam flicked her nipples, matching the rhythm to his teasing
of her clit. Wren put her weight on one elbow and lifted Adam’s cock to her
mouth. Shiny with pre-cum, it looked about to explode. She sucked lightly at
the tip, letting the head slip and slide between her shielded lips. Adam
groaned against her pussy and the vibration rippled through her.

When she felt Tomas’ nose drift between her butt cheeks,
Wren whimpered around Adam’s cock, tightened her mouth and felt him shudder.
Tomas gripped her hips and pulled her down onto Adam’s face so he could lick
her.

God, God, God.
She shook, trying to keep up the
pressure on Adam’s cock, but it was hard to concentrate when she was losing
brain cells at the speed of light. They were all rushing south to share the
fun. Adam’s hips shifted and she swallowed against him, feeling him slip deeper
until his cock brushed the back of her throat.

“Christ,” Adam hissed.

Tomas slid a finger into her anus just as Adam exploded in
her mouth and her muscles fluttered and tensed as she unraveled again.

Can too much sex kill me?

If so, it was the way Wren wanted to die.

Chapter Nineteen

Tomas rolled out of bed to take a leak and stifled a groan
when he rose to his feet. His sore ribs ached but it had been worth it. His
lips curved. More than worth it. He decided to use the other bathroom so he
didn’t wake the sleeping beauties but made the mistake of turning at the door
to look at them, and his cock stiffened.

Fuck it.

He couldn’t pee with a hard-on. Now he’d have to wait. He
wandered into the gloomy hall, grabbed his coat and hung it up. When he lifted
Wren’s, it snagged her purse and the contents spilled out. As he pushed
everything back inside, Tomas’ gaze settled on the folder.

He’d carried the thing through Leeds and not glanced in it
but a cop’s curiosity was hard to suppress. He flipped it open and scanned the
first sheet. Details of students attending Spanish language lessons. He flicked
through the rest. Copies of registers for a whole range of courses. This was
what Marco wanted and Tomas wondered what Wren was doing with it.

His spine tingled. Had Marco asked Wren to get this for him?
He couldn’t believe she’d do that without telling him. Yet she only had his
word that Marco was a shit. The guy was charm personified when he wanted to be.
Wren needed money. She was an easy target. Tomas clenched his fist.
Fuck it.
No way was he letting Wren get involved.

He slipped into the other bedroom and switched on his
printer-scanner. Whether Wren intended this for Marco or not, it was data he’d
asked Tomas to get. What did the asshole want? Names of students? Was he
looking for someone who’d slipped through his sticky fingers?

Tomas tensed.
Christ.
Maybe giving them to him was a
bad idea. He’d ask Julia. He loaded the pages into the auto feed before he went
into the bathroom. Fortunately, his cock had temporarily given up hope of fun
and released its stranglehold on his blood supply. He flushed, washed his hands
and returned to reload the machine to make a second copy.

Almost four in the morning. They’d only fallen asleep about
an hour ago, too wired to relax when they were busy exploring each other’s
bodies, discovering ways and positions to make each other come without actually
sticking cocks in each other, though it had come close.

A smile filled his face when he thought about Wren. She was
as insatiable as a guy. He’d never had a woman like her before. She
needed
two guys to keep her satisfied. Hard to believe they hadn’t even fucked her
yet. Well, Adam had a couple of days ago. Tomas wanted them to take her
together but he suspected no one had ever had her ass. He swallowed hard. Maybe
he needed to get his head around Adam having his before they explored the
possibility with Wren.

He released a deep sigh. Sometimes just playing was more
fun. He’d followed Adam’s lead and not pushed Wren. But he knew Adam was right,
being in bed with the pair of them was enough for her tonight.

The last sheet of paper emerged and Tomas bundled the copies
together. He paused when he glanced at the top sheet, realizing it was
different. When he read the name at the top, he tightened his mouth. Ardita
Chani. One of Marco’s women. The one Dragen liked to fuck. And slap around. One
of the women Wren had taught.
Shit.

He flicked through the rest of the sheets and found three
more with student information, and although he didn’t recognize the names,
which was a relief, it still worried him. Had Wren seen these? Just because
they were in her folder didn’t mean she knew what she had.

He returned the folder to its place in the hall, took her
coat from the hook and dropped it back on the floor together with his.

When he crept into the bedroom, Adam’s eyes opened. Wren
slept on, her face against Adam’s chest, her breathing steady.

“You okay?” Adam whispered.

“Yeah.” Tomas slipped in at Wren’s side. “Can you take a
leak with a hard-on?”

Adam laughed quietly. “If I’m desperate. I think you better
learn how to do it. We’re going to spend a lot of time hard.” He twisted a lock
of Wren’s silver hair. “She’s cute, innocent and so very inventive. Who’d have
guessed?”

“What about me?”

“You’re cute and inventive, but not so innocent.”

“I think we’ve robbed her of her innocence.” Tomas had a
pang of guilt when he thought about her father.

“We’ve only just started. Christ, I can’t believe we didn’t
fuck her. I was close a couple of times but I followed your lead. You were
right. We’re better to wait.”

Tomas smiled. “I thought I was following your lead.”

Adam grinned.

“Do me a favor?” Tomas asked. “Wren’s supposed to be giving
an English lesson tonight to a group of women who work for my boss. I’d rather
she didn’t. Think you can persuade her to do something with you?”

“And where will you be?”

“Hopefully in bed with the pair of you, but I might have to
work.”

Adam sighed. “Who are these women?”

“Strippers. They’re nice enough but Marco’s a fucking
asshole. I don’t want Wren anywhere near him.”

“Resign.”

Tomas stared at him over Wren’s head. “What?”

“You heard me. I’ll give you a job. There must be something
you can do. Clean floors, sort mail. Math degrees have to be of some use.”

Tomas put two and two together quickly. Stood to sense the
guy would use his business resources to check up on him. Not that he’d have
been able to access the truth, though Tomas
did
have a math degree, but
not from Zagreb. The temptation was strong to throw the millionaire thing back
in Adam’s face, but not wise.

“How do you know about my math degree?”

“Resign,” Adam repeated.

“What about Wren?”

“She doesn’t like working at Ezispeke. I can find something
for you both. Sex slaves maybe. You can live in my closet and be available
24/7.”

“You run the company? You said you worked in IT.”

Adam nodded. “Yeah, I run it and I mainly work on the IT
side. You might have heard of it. Mirofax.”

“No.”
Oh yeah, I’ve fucking heard of it.

“Going to quit?”

“No.”

“Going to let me fuck you?”

Tomas flinched. “No.”
Not yet
, bubbled on his lips
but never made it out.

* * * * *

Wren had intended to get up with Tomas so she could go home,
shower and get ready for work. But when she opened her eyes, she saw only Adam
lying asleep next to her and the clock said eight thirty.
Fuck.
She had
the fastest shower of her life, used Tomas’ toothbrush—bit late to be picky
considering where they’d had their mouths—dressed in the living room and came
to a crashing halt in the hall.

She couldn’t go without speaking to Adam. Wren rushed back
into the bedroom, crouched down and blew on his lips.

“Hey, sleepyhead. Wake up. I have to go to work.”

Adam’s eyes fluttered open. He blinked and groaned. Wren
smoothed down his hair and hurried back to the door.

“Where are you going?” he called.

“I told you. Work.”

“I want to take you out tonight.”

Wren pulled on her coat and grabbed her purse and folder.
“I’m working.”

“What’s your mobile number?”

“Tomas has it.”

“Wait.” Adam appeared naked in the doorway and pointed to
his erection. “I have need of your services.”

She laughed. “Tempting but I can’t be late.” Wren closed the
door.

She sprinted through the city, struggling out of her coat
when she overheated though she didn’t stop running. She sighed with relief when
she saw Sylvie approaching Ezispeke.

“In a hurry?” Sylvie asked.

Wren wheezed and her friend snorted.

“Not…funny,” Wren managed to force out.

Sylvie looked her up and down and raised her eyebrows.
“Isn’t that what you wore yesterday?”

She ignored her and made for the stairs, Sylvie on her
heels.

“It is. You dirty stop-out. Who was it?”

Wren turned and gave her a huge smile before slipping into
her classroom and closing the door. Ten Italian teenage boys sat on their desks
demonstrating impressive multitasking, talking at high volume, earphones in,
fingers flying over the keypads of their mobiles.

“Good morning.”

They ignored her.

Little bastards.
Wren walked round and yanked out
their earphones one after the other until there was stunned silence.

“Today we’re going to talk about sex.”

One of the boys tipped up his desk and fell onto the floor,
and after an outburst of laughter from the others, they settled in their seats
and turned expectant faces on Wren.

“How to tell the difference between what a woman says and
what a woman means.” She had their undivided attention. “What do you think I
want to hear when I say—does my bum look big in this?”

“No?” asked a boy in the front row.

“A woman’s only going to ask that when she knows it probably
does
make her bum look big. Just saying no isn’t enough. You have to
tell her she’s beautiful and pay a compliment about her clothes.”

“Your pants nice,” said a joker on the back row.

“You mean my bum looks big?” Wren let out a mock wail and
the boys laughed.

* * * * *

Tomas called Marco as he drove away from the docks. He had
three securely taped boxes in the trunk. No way could he check what was inside
without Marco knowing they’d been tampered with. He suspected they held drugs but
it could have been weapons or even cash. Or even some bloody homemade cakes
from Marco’s mother.

“I just collected parcels,” Tomas said.

“Any problem?” Marco asked.

“No.”

“I want them delivered to Newcastle. Jan’s Auto Mechanics.
Put this postcode in your sat nav. They’re expecting you.”

Tomas tapped it in as Marco spoke.

“When you’re done there, I need you to collect something
from Nottingham.”

Tomas chewed his lip. Was this his punishment for refusing
to play errand boy last night?

“Call me when you’re near Nottingham.”

Tomas ended the connection and glanced in his rearview
mirror at the van following. Fifteen minutes later, his other phone rang.

“You’re clean,” Julia said. “Pull over.”

Clean as in not being pursued by anyone other than cops.
Tomas turned into a service station, headed for a parking bay at the rear and
the white van pulled up beside him. Tomas activated the trunk release, picked
up a plastic carrier from the passenger footwell and got out. The driver of the
other vehicle opened the back door and released a dog. He ignored Tomas and led
the animal to a patch of grass where he cocked his leg and peed. When the
German shepherd was done, the guy led him back.

Tomas leaned against the hood and waited. The lid of the
trunk was only a little way up but it took mere seconds before they had their
answer. The dog scratched the ground and sat. One or more of the boxes either
contained drugs or had been in contact with drugs.

Tomas handed over the bag with the information Wren had
collected. “For the boss.”

The handler nodded, put his dog in the van and left. Tomas
opened the trunk fully, took a picture with his phone then closed the lid and
sat back in his car. He sent the photo to Julia along with one of the man he’d
collected the boxes from and then called to update her.

“There’s no way of opening the boxes?” she asked.

“Not without it being obvious. What about Jan’s Auto
Mechanics? We have anything on them?”

“No.”

Tomas was relieved what happened next wasn’t his call, but
if Julia cocked up, it was his life on the line. It was possible there were no
drugs, but unlikely. If she sent cops into the auto shop after they’d been
delivered, Tomas was the obvious snitch. If she allowed drugs into the system,
it would be her job in jeopardy if they lost track of them.

He pulled back onto the highway and headed north. “What do
you want me to do?”

“Deliver the boxes and call me afterward. That was a good
shot of the guy in Hull. I’ll get his details into the system. Don’t take any
chances, Tomas.”

“Okay. One more thing. The information Marco wants about
Ezispeke. I’ve got some lists of classes and pupils attending. I’ve sent a copy
with the driver but do you want me to give them to Marco?”

“Your worry?”

“That he’s looking for someone in particular.”

“Are they current lists?”

“A couple of weeks old. There’s a student information sheet
on one of the women in the Headingley house. Ardita Chani. As far as I know,
she’s never been near Ezispeke.”

“Interesting. Well, you need to give him something. Go
ahead.”

“Okay.”

“And Tomas?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t let your private life interfere with this. You’re not
even supposed to have a private life. You—”

He pressed the button to end the connection and called Adam.
This morning, after Tomas had said no to the fuck and no to the job, Adam
hadn’t spoken to him. While Tomas lay awake, he eventually heard Adam’s
breathing settle into a pattern telling him he slept. Unless he was good at
pretending. Tomas spent time thinking.

“Hi.” Adam’s response at the other end of the line was curt.

“Sorry,” Tomas blurted.

Adam sighed. “Why do I think that’s how you start most of
your conversations?”

That cut deeper than Adam could ever know. “Yeah, well, it
seems I always have something to apologize for. Wren still with you?”

“Gone to work. I didn’t get a chance to speak to her about
tonight. She was late, yelled she was working this evening and bolted.”

Shit.

“She said you have her mobile number.”

“I’ll text it to you when I stop. Try to get her to see
sense about teaching tonight. If you can’t, then lie.”

There was a long pause before Adam spoke. “Is she in danger
from this guy?”