Her Mile High Mates [The Hot Millionaires #4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (9 page)

When had she turned into a sex maniac? She’d gone six months without and hadn’t missed it. Now, the moment either of them was anywhere near her, she didn’t seem able to think about anything else. It was just plain ridiculous. She hadn’t even had Clyde yet. He might be a selfish, inept lover. Somehow she doubted that, but it
was
possible. Even so, she felt safe with them both. Safe and emotionally involved, which was even crazier than wanting them to fuck her. They’d lied to her, for goodness’s sake!

“You feel that, babe?”

She sighed and leaned against him so that his erection nudged against her butt even harder. “Yes.”

“You like it?”

“Damn it, you know I do.” She turned to face him, aware that her anguish and desperation were probably reflected in her expression. “Don’t make me wait, Clyde. I need to do this.”

His smile was positively lethal. Even white teeth flashed, as did the glint of anticipation in his green eyes. “Darling, your every wish is my command.”

But he didn’t immediately do anything. Instead, he dropped his head and kissed her with enough passion to make her head spin and her cunt to throb with even greater need. His hands were now on her ass, pulling her against his erection, rubbing it against her clit until a moan slipped past her lips, even though he was kissing her like crazy.

“Peyton said you were a greedy little witch.”

“I need to be fucked,” she whispered, no longer caring how desperate she sounded.

“Oh, you will be. Tell me what you like.”

“I like it hard and rough,” she said breathlessly. “The harder and rougher the better. Don’t treat me like I might break.”

Clyde grinned. “Then you’ve come to the right place. Hard and rough is what I do best.”

“You
talk
a good game,” she said, anguish in her tone.

“Naughty!” He tapped her butt. “I deliver, too. Never doubt it. Lean over with your ass toward me.”

She did as he asked, hoping he’d spank her. He didn’t disappoint. Nor did he treat her gently.

“I just love that cute butt,” he said, bringing his hand down harder each time he struck her. “But I guess that can wait. I’ll settle for that sweet snatch of yours instead. Is that what you want, Fabia? Do you want me to fuck your cunt?”

“Yes. Please, Clyde.” The anguish in her voice had gone up several notches. Her pride, on the other hand, appeared to be taking a vacation, and she was reduced to begging him for what she needed. “Just do it now.”

“Okay. Stand up. Lean against the wall.”

She did it, almost slipping in her haste to move into position.

“Put your arms round my neck, sugar. That’s it. Now lift your legs round my waist. Trust me,” he added when she hesitated. “I won’t drop you.”

With his hands supporting her butt, she did as she’d been ordered and was rewarded when his long dick slid smoothly into her.

“Damn,” he said, shaking his head and withdrawing. “I forgot the condom.”

“Oh no you don’t. Stay here and finish what you started.”

“But I can’t—”

“It’s okay. I’ve got pregnancy covered.”

“You sure?”

“Certain. Just fuck me, Clyde. I’m suffering here. Make me feel alive.”

His smile was pure predatory male as he dropped his head to kiss her. “You got it.”

He drove into her with enough force to make her gasp. His prick had a slight kink in the end of it that nudged deep into the side of her walls—a deviation that drove her wilder still. She threw back her head, directly into the spray of water, and groaned.

“Like that, babe?”

“I love it. Fuck me harder, Clyde. Fill me.”

“I am filling you. You’re so fucking tight.” He breathed hard as he spoke. “So wet and warm. You’re killing me. Come on, babe, this ain’t gonna last long.”

He picked up the pace, and Fabia was happy to stay with him. His hands were occupied holding her up, so she squashed her tits against his chest. The wiry hairs rubbed against her sensitised nipples, causing her to whimper with need. She clung tighter to his neck and took little nips at his shoulder as he drove himself into her.

“Feel it, Fabia. Tell me what you feel.”

She could barely find her voice. “I feel your cock driving into me. You’re easing my ache, Clyde. Don’t stop.”

He chuckled. “I wasn’t planning to.”

“I need this.” She threw her head backward for a second time, clinging to him like a monkey as her climax grew. She did nothing to stop it from consuming her. “I need it really badly. Give it to me, Clyde. I’m coming for you.”

“That’s it, take it all.” He thrust into her so hard that her world exploded. “I need to feel you come.”

“Arghhh!” Fire burst through her as she bore down as hard as she could on his cock, taking every last part of it deep inside her. She clutched it more jealously than she had any right to, happy to possess it indefinitely. Piquant thrill chased piquant thrill through every inch of her body, bringing her alive, making her feel cherished and loved. “Keep fucking me, Clyde. It’s still not enough. I need more.”

“You’ve got it all. I’m gonna come, too.” He stiffened, groaned like he was in physical pain, and then drove into her so hard that she thought he’d tear her in two. Instead, as he pulsated inside her, his pleasure communicated itself and another climax chased close on the heels of the one that had just subsided. “Fabia, ride it, honey. I’m shooting my load. Take it.”

“I’m coming again.” She screamed the words as she closed about him. “Keep fucking me. Don’t you dare stop!”

Finally, she was spent and so was he. He placed her back on her feet, but she wasn’t sure her legs were steady enough to hold her up. She leaned against the stall wall for support, breathing hard and smiling like an idiot.

“Wow,” she said as Clyde switched off the shower.

“Sorry it was so quick,” he said, kissing the end of her nose. “Next time I’ll make you beg before I let you come.”

“I did beg, didn’t I?”

“That wasn’t what I’d call begging.”
Really?
“Come on.” He held out a towel and wrapped her in it. “I’ll dry you off.”

“No, it’s okay. You’d better get yourself out of here before someone discovers the door’s locked. I don’t want to lose my job.”

Clyde frowned, clearly wondering why she’d withdrawn from him. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“Nothing’s wrong.”

“Come to the loft when you’re ready. I’ll feed you and we’ll talk about it.”

“No, it’s…Yes, okay. Will Peyton be there?”

“Oh yeah. He’s looking forward to seeing you.”

Fabia
would
go. She wasn’t sure how sensible it would be to allow herself to be alone with them in that loft. She couldn’t seem to get that playroom of theirs out of her mind. But she would have to go.

Think of Sonia and put sex out of your mind, damn it!

She’d show them Sonia’s phone, tell them where she found it, and demand an explanation. They knew a damned sight more than they’d so far told her. She intended to find out what, and how it was connected to Sonia’s disappearance.

But she couldn’t do that in a public place, so she’d have to go to the loft.

Fabia spent some time after Clyde left her catching up with her paperwork and trying to figure out how best to confront the guys about Sonia. Deciding upon the direct approach, she was about to leave when she ran into Anton. It was the first time their paths had crossed since she’d deputized for him at the meeting the previous day. She wondered about that. Had he been deliberately avoiding her? Why would he? She didn’t know, but something about him was definitely off. Fabia could barely trust her own judgement nowadays. Even so, everyone that had had anything to do with Sonia was suspect in her mind.

“Hey,” he said, “glad I caught you. What was that all about? Playing a match with Clyde Wilson?”

She shrugged. “He just turned up. He’s a handy player, and it was nice to have a good hit for a change.”

“Did you beat him?”

“Almost.”

Anton laughed. “Hope you charged him.”

“He offered to pay.”

“Then let him. We need all the income we can get.” He paused, looking awkward, and Fabia sensed he wanted to talk about the meeting. She had no intention of helping him by raising the subject herself and waited him out in silence. “Er, how come you presented the wrong figures to the meeting?”

“You’d made a mistake. Not sure how it happened, but you’d put me down for way more hours than I’d done, so I pulled off the right figures from the computer.” She offered him an innocent half smile. “Did I do wrong?”

“No…well, yes. We made a balls-up of the figures last month. The extras I put on your list were hours coached by your predecessor. She was a bit lax in her record keeping, and they got missed.”

Liar!

“Oh, I see.” Fabia’s antennae were on high alert, and anger simmered beneath her cool exterior. She didn’t know what game Anton was playing, but blaming it on Sonia was a cheap blow. Sonia was one of the most organized people Fabia knew and would never get behind with her paperwork. “Sorry, you should have said. Still, no harm done. I guess you can put it right.”

“Yeah, I’ll see David later.” He raked her body with his eyes. She was wearing a short skirt and tank top, teamed with heeled mules, and she’d left her hair loose. “You look nice. Got time for a beer?”

“No, sorry.” There was something about Anton that made her uncomfortable. “I need to be somewhere.”

“Ah, hot date?”

“Not exactly.”

“Okay.” He raised his hands in the air. “I get it. It’s none of my business. Well, enjoy yourself and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yes, tomorrow.”

She waited until he sauntered off and then climbed on her bike, taking the circuitous route to the flying school just in case Anton was still watching her. Melanie was nowhere in sight, so Fabia didn’t have to explain her arrival and cause unnecessary speculation. She ran up the steps to the loft, determined to remain immune to their physical presence and quicksilver charm.

That resolve was put to the test immediately when the door was opened by Peyton before she could knock. He looked devastating in cargo shorts and a sleeveless top that showed off his muscled arms. He was barefoot, and his dark hair was tousled, still damp from the shower. He was one of the most-handsome men she’d ever seen, and her traitorous heart did a strange little flip at the mere sight of him.

Not a good start.

“Hey,” he said, kissing her cheek. “Glad you could make it.” He slipped an arm round her waist and led her out to the terrace. “You look smoking hot. All that hair could give a man ideas.”

“Where’s Clyde?” she asked, shaking off his arm with more force than was necessary.

“Here.”

He joined them and tried to kiss her, but she evaded him as well.

“What’s up, babe?” Peyton asked, pouring her a glass of wine. “You left here like you had something on your mind last night.”

“And you weren’t yourself after we showered together.”

Clyde sounded serious for once. If she hadn’t known better, Fabia would have mistaken his expression for one of genuine concern. But, of course, she knew a lot better and levelled a gaze on Peyton’s face.

“Why did you lie to me?” she asked.

“Pardon?” Both men appeared totally perplexed. “Lie to you about what?”

“About knowing my sister.”

“We didn’t,” Peyton said, looking her straight in the eye. “We only—”

“Don’t make matters worse by continuing to deny it,” she yelled. “I know she came here to the loft.”

They gaped when she produced Sonia’s phone from her bag and banged it down on the table. “It’s hers,” she said, “and I found it here, down the side of the swing seat. Did she join you in the hot tub, too?”

Damn, I shouldn’t have said that!

“Ah, I see.”

Peyton pinched the bridge of his nose and shared a penetrating glance with Clyde. “We’re gonna have to tell her.”

“Looks that way.”

“Sit down, Fabia, and we’ll explain. I know what you’re thinking, but we’re not the bad guys here.”

She hunched her shoulders defensively. “Could have fooled me.”

“And just for the record, Sonia didn’t get to watch the stars from the hot tub.”

“My sister always was a good judge of character.”

Peyton held up his hands. “Look, I know you’re mad, but it’s not what it seems.”

“We didn’t tell you the truth,” Clyde said, “because we wanted to protect you.”

Fabia frowned, not ready to believe they were as innocent as they made out. Not ready to believe anything they said, come to that.

“Protect me from what?” she asked belligerently.

Peyton sat beside her on the swing seat, took her hand, and drew intricate patterns on her palm with the pad of his thumb. Damn it, she reacted all the way to her pussy, even though she was determined not to fall for his noxious form of charm. She ought to have snatched her hand away but didn’t seem able to find the will. Clyde sat directly opposite and looked at her intently.