Her Mile High Mates [The Hot Millionaires #4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (21 page)

“In other words, I crouched down on the centre service line so Fabia could serve over my head. Then I’d move into the forehand court, and Fab went to the left.”

“I figured Sonia would see the rock in my hand and when I shouted ‘Aussie’
I counted on her instinctively ducking down.”

“The problem was shaking Ivan the Terrible off my throat. So I went all limp on him and stuck my ass in his groin.”

Peyton and Clyde shared a look. “I guess that would work,” Peyton said.

“It would do it for me,” Clyde agreed.

“It worked on him, too. He’s wanted it there all the time we’ve been working together, but fortunately for me, he was under strict instructions not to touch me. Had it been different, I’d have definitely sabotaged their little hacking job.” Sonia’s mischievous expression gave way to sombre determination. “I figured I’d be expendable once it was over but lived in hope of a last-minute reprieve.” Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. “I’m sure glad I left my phone here.”

“It saved you, but you have Peyton to thank for that,” Fabia said.

“I know.” She stood up, walked across to Peyton, and kissed him on the lips. She repeated the process with Clyde. “Thank you both,” she said, wiping the tears from her face with the back of her hand.

“Our pleasure,” Peyton said for them both.

“You know that Asimov had our parents killed,” Sonia said, resuming her seat beside Fabia. “Dad didn’t actually know anything for sure, but the bastard still wiped them out.”

“Yes, your Sergio told me as much. You were right.” She stroked Sonia’s hand. “I should have listened and stayed here with you.”

“If you’d done that, we’d have both been taken. Then who would have rescued me?”

Fabia managed a halfhearted smile. “Well, there is that, I suppose.”

They all tensed when they heard footsteps on the stairs. Clyde peered through the spy hole and opened the door. Sergio barged through it and flung himself at Sonia. She met him halfway across the room and threw herself into his arms. He lifted her from the floor and buried his face in her hair.

“Thank God you’re safe,” he muttered over and over again.

Edmunds and his cohort followed Sergio into the room.

“Congratulations,” he said heartily. “That went like a dream.”

“Did you get Asimov?” Peyton asked.

“Oh yes, we had two men on him at the gala. As soon as we got Clyde’s call to say you’d landed the chopper, we took him. He was alerted to the warrant just before we got him and ordered the hacking scam to go ahead but—”

“But I outsmarted them,” Sonia said, grinning as she pulled herself out of Sergio’s arms.

“Indeed you did,” Edmunds said cheerfully. No one had introduced them, but it hardly seemed necessary.

“I’m actually far better with computers than I let on to Ivan,” Sonia explained. “He checked everything I did, but I could still have hidden a Trojan in the system somewhere to abort their hack. Only problem was, if I did that then Sergio and I would be dead for sure.” She gulped, clearly overcome with emotion. Sergio squeezed her hand. The gesture appeared to help her recover her composure. She swallowed several times more and continued with her explanation. “So all I could do was bide my time, and hope.”

“Your nerves must have been frazzled,” Fabia said sympathetically.

“And then some.” She shuddered. “The occasional glimpses and few words I was allowed to exchange with Sergio kept me going.”

“We had to believe we’d find a way out,” Sergio said. “We hadn’t found each other only to finish up dead.”

“In the end, I lulled Ivan into a false sense of security,” Sonia explained. “He’s very chauvinistic, and it didn’t seem to occur to him that a woman could understand computers better than him. Mind you, I didn’t give him any reason to suppose that I could.”

“That was smart,” Fabia said proudly.

“No.” Sonia shook her head emphatically. “Much as I’d like to agree with you, it was actually just survival instincts kicking in. Then, when Sergio managed to tell me he’d seen you and you were coming for me, I laid my plans today. As soon as I heard the chopper land, I launched my Trojan. Ivan tried to set the scam off just as you came in and probably realized what I’d done, but of course, it was too late by then.”

“Who was the target?” Edmunds asked.

Sonia named a famous high street banking chain.

“Couldn’t we knock them off for just a few million anyway, seeing as how you’ve done all the work?” Peyton’s joke lightened the mood. “I mean, they really deserve it, given that they’re partly responsible for the credit crunch.”

“Probably best not to try it,” Edmunds said.

“What happens now?” Sonia asked. “To Sergio and me, I mean.”

Edmunds offered her an avuncular smile. “Well, you’ll need to come with us for a while and be thoroughly debriefed. Then, when it’s safe—”

“But will it ever be safe?” Sonia asked doubtfully. “Ivan will know what I did, and even if you have Asimov in custody, there are others who’ll want revenge.”

“Unfortunately, one of Asimov’s men shot Ivan in the back,” Edmunds said, clearly not thinking it was the slightest bit unfortunate. Peyton had to agree with him on that score. “He didn’t survive.”

Sonia threw her arms round Sergio’s neck, and he swung her off the floor again. “So we’re really free to live our lives without fear?”

“It looks that way.”

“What’s happening down there now?” Peyton asked. “I guess the gala finished rather abruptly.”

“Yes, we managed to get the dirty money as well.” Edmunds smacked his lips together, justifiably pleased with his night’s work. “Asimov rang the casino just as we took him, but we had several guys there. They caught his lackeys red-handed, trying to sneak out the backdoor with bag loads of cash.”

“What about the resort as a whole?” Clyde asked. “It must be chaotic.”

“The
guardia
are here in force—”

“My point precisely,” Clyde said, grinning.

“Higgins, the English minority shareholder in the place, hated Asimov, as you probably know.” Peyton hoisted a brow. He knew that but wondered how Edmunds had come by the information. “I had a few words with him, and he took charge. He reassured people in a calm way that kept them curious rather than afraid, gave everyone a drink on the house, and sent them home without mass panic breaking out.”

“Tomorrow should be interesting, then,” Peyton said.

“Wouldn’t miss it myself,” Clyde agreed.

It seemed very quiet in the loft when Edmunds left with Sonia and Sergio. Fabia didn’t know if she felt more elated or depressed. Of course, she was glad that Sonia was safe and happy with her handsome Russian. But this also meant she had no reason to remain at Tosca Brava and would have to say good-bye to Peyton and Clyde. She already felt bereft at the prospect.

“What is it, babe?” Peyton asked.

Fabia shook her head. How could she tell them the truth? They’d laugh in her face. These two were free spirits and had women flinging themselves at them everywhere they went. If she hadn’t known it before, she’d seen more than enough proof of it at the gala. They might have said they loved her when they were making out, but that didn’t mean anything.

“Nothing,” she said. “I’m just upset that no one will be held to account for my parents’ murder. I thought knowing what really happened would be enough, but it’s not.”

“Asimov won’t see daylight again for years. Perhaps not forever.” Peyton pulled her onto her feet and led her out onto the terrace. Clyde followed them. Fabia dropped onto the swing seat, and Peyton sat beside her, pulling her against him with his uninjured arm. “He might not have carried out the crime, but he ordered it to be done.”

“But what if he gives up the people higher in the food chain in exchange for his freedom?” Fabia frowned. “Isn’t that what Edmunds is hoping for?”

“Yes, he is,” Clyde agreed, joining them on the swing and taking up the position on Fabia’s other side. He pushed with one foot and they swayed gently back and forth “But I very much doubt if he’ll do it. The Russians have fingers in too many pies, both inside and outside of jail, and Asimov knows it. They hate disloyalty, and his life wouldn’t be worth shit if he squealed.”

“Well, I suppose that’s that, then.”

“You’ve torn your lovely dress,” Clyde said, fingering the ruined fabric.

“Not much good to you like that,” Peyton agreed. He reached behind her and pulled the zip down. Between them, they extracted her arms from the garment. Clyde lifted her bodily from the seat and Peyton dragged the dress down her legs.

“That’s better,” they said in unison, glancing with approval at her lacy pink underwear.

“You like?” she asked, flashing a smile at each of them in turn.

“We like,” Clyde agreed.

“Pull your tits out of the top of the cups,” Peyton ordered.

Fabia did as he asked. Both men dropped their heads, each sucking and nipping at a rock-hard nipple. Fabia groaned, reaching out with both hands until they collided with the bulges in the guys’ pants. She found their zippers, yanked them down, and was rewarded with two impressive erections that sprang free. Fabia closed her fingers around them both and pumped.

“We need some toys, do you think?” Clyde asked, briefly raising his head.

“No, it’s late and I’m beat.”

Fabia’s spirits plummeted. She’d never known him turn down sex before, no matter how tired he was. Was he already bored with her?

“Your arm?” she asked, guilty for not thinking of it sooner. “It’s hurting you?”

“I’m fine. Don’t let me stop you and Clyde from having some fun.”

“You won’t, buddy.”

Clyde stood up and shed his clothes. Resuming his seat, he guided Fabia’s head to his throbbing cock. “Suck it, baby,” he said in a thick voice.

Fabia bent to do as he’d asked, taking Clyde’s dick as far into her mouth as she could, at the same time massaging his balls from beneath. Peyton would be left with a clear view of the crack in her ass as she leaned over. Fabia was relieved when he slid his hand inside her panties and circled her anus with one finger. The rest of his long fingers worked their way beneath her and touched her cunt. It was soaked through.

“I thought you were tired,” Fabia said, Clyde’s dick slipping from her mouth with a slick popping sound when she spoke.

“I got my second wind.”

“Glad to hear it.” Fabia resumed working on Clyde.

“You look so damned sexy with your tits hanging out of your bra, sucking Clyde’s cock like that,” Peyton said softly, sliding his little finger into her butt and his index finger into her cunt. “Now you’ve got my fingers inside you, too.” Peyton dropped a line of soft kisses across her buttocks. “You want us both, don’t you, sugar? You can’t get enough of our pricks.”

Fabia couldn’t speak with her mouth full, but she nodded vigorously. Both men laughed.

“Well, we can’t disappoint a lady, can we now,” Peyton said with a throaty chuckle.

“Christ, Fabia, that’s it, baby, suck it real deep. You’re gonna make me cream the back of your throat if you carry on like that.” Clyde thrust himself deeper into her mouth. “Make me come, darling. Can’t you feel my dick getting bigger between your sweet lips? Do it for me. I’m gonna come.”

Clyde bucked into her mouth. Peyton increased the pressure of his fingers inside her as she struggled to swallow Clyde’s endless stream of cum. When he finally stilled, she bent closer and kissed Clyde full on the lips. Then she reversed position and fell back in Peyton’s lap.

* * * *

“Someone feeling left out?” The little witch grinned up at him, her smile so goddamned sexy, her nipples screaming at him for attention.

“I’m injured, babe, so you’ll have to treat me gently.”

“What does my lord and master require of his humble slave?”

“Lose the thong, darling.”

Fabia stood up and stepped out of her panties. The she lowered her eyes and waited for Peyton’s next instruction, causing him to realize just what a bad idea this actually was. He should have stuck to his guns and pretended to be too tired. He desperately wanted to fuck their little sub. No, actually, he didn’t. He wanted to make love to her. Peyton never thought about
lurve
as a general rule, and the fact that he was now doing so ought to scare him rigid.

It didn’t. With Fabia in his life, none of the usual rules seemed to apply. He was in love with her, and it felt pretty damned good. So, too, was Clyde. He recognized in his buddy the signs that he saw in himself. They needed to talk about this.

But the way things were, there might be nothing to talk about, because Fabia was holding out on them. She had something on her mind that she wasn’t sharing. Perhaps she’d already detached herself from them mentally now that she’d found her sister and had no further need for their help. Presumably, she’d be thinking about returning to London, where she held down a well-paid job she enjoyed. The prospect of losing her turned Peyton’s heart into a cold lump of ice that weighed heavily in his chest. That absolutely wasn’t going to happen, not if she felt the same way about them as they did about her.