Liberation (6 page)

Fahad turned her face to deliver a scorching kiss.  When he broke it, he rested his forehead against hers.  “You are everything I want, all that I need, and I anticipate a slight improvement in your schedule so I can worship you until you no longer know your own name…much less what meeting you need to attend.” 

With her eyes closed, she kissed him again.  Turning, she found Nuri’s lips and let him twist her up with passion that was ready to blaze out of control again. 

Pulling back, he stared into her eyes.  “Soon you will be able to take much needed time to relax.  We will not add to your stress or worry.  Thank you for relieving some of the pressure.”  He winked.  “I think I have a permanent imprint of my zipper on my aching cock.” 

They turned her sideways and she was able to look at them together.  Each had a forearm across her upper back to support her.  Suddenly, she worried. 

“There’s a lot I don’t know.  It…never mattered to me before…what I didn’t know.  Now it matters.” 

“Of all the things you could have said, I think that makes my heart race more than any other.”  She wanted to fall into Fahad’s deep black eyes.  “You are my ideal woman, exactly as you are at this moment.” 

“You know all you need to know, Marci.  Allow us to show you anything you have ever wished to learn.  Let us show you the woman you are inside that screams to be released.”  Nuri kissed her lips and whispered against them, “She is fierce and so very beautiful.”

With his hand over her heart, Fahad explained, “We will not
take
from you, Marci.  We wish to give, to add to your joy and happiness.  It is our sole motive where you are concerned.”

They took their time dressing her and she
did
blush when they used bar towels to clean their release from inside their slacks. They chuckled at her embarrassment. 

She wrapped her arms around them and whispered, “You give me so much.  I’m sorry the timing is so bad.”  Kissing each of them deeply, she relished the way they held her.

“You are worth the wait, Marci.” 

“Focus on what you must.  We are not going anywhere.  The time will come when you receive everything you want, everything we so desperately want to give you.”

The thought made her heart pound in anticipation and need.  She reminded herself that
they
were also worth the wait. 

March 2015

Six months after the cousins appeared at
Trois
, Marci was scheduled to attend a formal benefit and asked the Ghonims to escort her.  She was searching for one of the foundation reports when Carlo let them upstairs. 

Answering the door, she begged for five minutes.  Glancing at Tyler, she added, “Any problems?” 

“Not a thing.  We’ve cleared the venue.” 

She grinned.  “I figured.”  To the cousins she added, “I’m ready.  I’m trying to find a document Danielle sent over that the head of the foundation asked me to notate.  I’m sorry to keep you waiting.” 

They stepped into her foyer and her bodyguard closed the door behind them with a soft click. 

She turned to rush back to her office when they stopped her by taking her hands and holding them out from her body.  Every thought in her mind disintegrated as she came to a true halt and took in their appearance. 

As she absorbed their tuxedos and swept back black hair, the cousins dropped their hands to her waist and began to circle her.  The warmth of their palms sank through the silk of the custom gown in the same shade as her eyes. 

“You are
stunning
, Marciella.”

“Beyond compare.”

At her back, Nuri kissed her bare shoulder.  Fahad’s palm cupped the side of her neck and dropped his lips over hers.  The kiss was so different from every other she’d received that she whimpered into his mouth. 

He lifted to look at her and Marci realized that she was hugging his waist and gripping Nuri’s forearm across her stomach.  He nuzzled his cheek against hers.  Then they traded places and Nuri inspired the same response. 

This time, more than any other, they
claimed
her.  As inexperienced in such things as she was, there was no denying the intent.  For the first time, she allowed men to do so because it was all she wanted.  All she’d wanted for months.

Pressed to her back and front, their voices at her ears were a seduction in their own right.  “Do not rush.  How beautiful you are tonight and every night.  I dream of your touch.  I could kiss you forever.” 

Eyes closed, she rested her head against Nuri’s shoulder.  “I wish I didn’t have to go.” 

“Will you allow us to take you to our home after the event?”  She didn’t know which of them asked the question but she nodded.  “No pressure.  No expectations.  A bit of uninterrupted time with you is all we wish to experience.”

“I want that, too.”

“Arrange for your security to coordinate with ours.  They can bunk at the estate.”

“They can clear the house prior to our arrival.  We wish no delays when it is time to take you home.”

“We will wait here to avoid distracting you further.”

“You were such a vision that we could not resist.”

They stepped back after kissing her temples and she made her way to her office slowly.  Her hands were shaking as she sorted through her “urgent” pile and located the document she needed.  She found them standing in front of her floor to ceiling window, staring out at the skyline. 

“I found it.”  They turned and smiled.  “Damn,” she said shakily as she lowered the bound document.  “You’re almost too gorgeous to look at.”  She grinned.  “Almost.”

“Look all you wish.” 

“We shall do the same.” 

Walking to her sides, they settled her wrap around her shoulders and held out their arms.  She took them and they were in the limousine minutes later. 

Throughout the gala, the cousins stayed close and she appreciated their patience with some of the other guests who were awed to see the reclusive pair in public. 

Requests for their time or contributions to various causes were answered with the business card of their lead assistant. 

Marci was glad to see Riya and her men.  Max and Micah were financial geniuses and reclusive in their own right.  Max had his arm around the perpetually happy woman.  Micah stood at her other side, holding her hand.

Touching cheeks, the brunette took her in from head to toe.  “You look…let me see your eyes.”  Marci lifted her face and a slow smile spread over Riya’s face.  “Hmm.  I recognize that expression.  I would give you the details but it’s better if you experience it for yourself.” 

Lowering her voice, Marci murmured, “Question.”  Riya leaned close.  “Can you tell your men apart…you know?”

She gave a tinkling laugh and whispered, “No, but they don’t seem to mind.  It gets blurry sometimes.”  Mouthing the word
orgasms
, Riya crossed her eyes comically.

Only clapping her hand over her mouth prevented the sound of Marci’s laughter from ricocheting around the sedate room.  Micah and Max grinned at her. 

Quietly, Max said, “The lifestyle has no other frame of reference, Marci.  Relax and know that they are ready to give you whatever it is you need.”

“It makes me feel…selfish,” she confessed.

He winked an electric blue eye.  “Then they’re doing it right.  I imagine, much like Riya, that you’re due some selfishness.”   

Micah added, “You hustle in your professional life.  Your work world will be insane for another six months and then the majority of it will be on autopilot.  There are two of them.  They can do the heavy lifting until you have more freedom.  You should
let
them.” 

Glancing between the threesome, she took a deep breath.  “Thanks.”

“As strong as you are – as you will always be – don’t be afraid to trust them with your care in the areas that you need.”  Riya’s expression was filled with joy.  “It will keep you rejuvenated for other parts of your life where they aren’t able to help.  All you have to do is let them in.”  Glancing past her shoulder, she smiled.  “Hello!” 

Fahad and Nuri shook hands with the men and were catching up when Tawny appeared in their midst.  Oddly, she said, “Zach and Quinn
suck
at hide and seek.  I’m kicking their
asses
in this round.”  Then she was gone. 

Marci stared at her retreating back.  When she started to ask a question, Riya shook her head.  “Don’t try to figure her out.  Your head will explode.” 

She worked the room as a co-chair for the foundation and answered the questions she was asked.  Public schmoozing wasn’t really her forte but her father had insisted she develop a modicum of ability. 

When she happened on Hudson and Natalia in a quiet curtained alcove, it took her a moment to remember all the gossip she’d learned during their girls’ night out.  It was fascinating to see them together at last.  She blushed before whispering, “You couldn’t have
shared
your hiding place?” 

“No,” Hudson said simply.  It made her grin.  He shook hands with the Ghonim cousins. 

Natalia snorted and hugged her tight.  “Darling, you and Hudson always act as if you’re being sent to the gallows.  How it amuses me since you’re two of the most interesting people I know.  Share it.” 

“Sharing sucks,” he told his woman plainly. 

Marci frowned.  “I dislike sharing.” 

Winking, Natalia glanced side to side and said nonchalantly, “Thankfully, your men do not have the same aversion.  A fact that will provide you much distraction and pleasure in future.” 

Flames crept up Marci’s face and she laughed nervously.  “I have no idea how to respond to that.” 

“You don’t.  You simply soak it up and beg for more.  Now, Hudson
must
speak to the finance executive of a restaurant purchase he’s considering.”  He growled in response.  “Stop it, darling.  More time to play together later.  For now, we must do the
work
.”  To Marci, she added, “You may take our hiding place.  Use it well.” 

With a wink, the couple returned to the crowd. 

Left alone, the cousins concealed her from the room while they took turns worshipping her lips.  Fingertips lightly brushed along the swells of her breasts above her gown. 

A little while later, they were interrupted by Tawny.  Fahad and Nuri held Marci between them, glancing over their shoulders at the redhead who mumbled, “I can’t
believe
Hudson ratted out my awesome hiding spot.  It’s a fucking revolving door of lust over here.  Henceforth, it shall be known as
sex corner
.” 

Marci’s eyes went wide.  “We didn’t have sex…” 

“Then you’re
wasting
it so I’m evicting you.  Out.  I know how to use sex corner properly.”  She softened her words by crossing her eyes.  “I need a quarter hour.  There are
two
of them, you know?”  Smirking, she added, “Yeah, you know, dirty girl.  Later.” 

Pushing them along, Marci and the Ghonims were in fits of laughter.  They were immediately sidelined by the head of a family-owned media conglomerate who looked as if he’d captured a leprechaun getting them all three together. 

When they were able to shake the man, Fahad murmured, “You have not eaten.  Did you eat earlier?” 

She honestly couldn’t remember.  It was nearing midnight and the toll of another eighteen-hour day began to hit her.  Turning in the direction of a server, she almost fell and Nuri put his hand beneath her arm casually. 

“Dizzy…” she managed to whisper.  “I’ve only had one glass of champagne.”

Low enough so no one beyond the three of them could hear, Fahad said, “It is not alcohol.  You are exhausted, Marci.  You need food and you need to sleep until your body has had enough.” 

Nuri said from her other side.  “You have not had a single full day off in the months since we met.  Today is Friday.  Take the weekend to rest.  Turn off your phone, do not check email, and know that Danielle will let you know if there is anything truly urgent.”

To her horror, her eyes filled with tears.  “I’m
tired
.  I’m suddenly so tired that I can’t think.” 

They all but carried her back to the alcove, blocking visibility of her from the other guests.  Dropping a heavy curtain, they pressed their bodies against her and supported the majority of her weight. 

With her forehead against a hard shoulder, she whispered, “I’m sorry.  I’m so embarrassed.”

“Do not apologize for hitting a wall, Marci.”

“There is no reason to be embarrassed for being human.” 

“I
love
what I do.  I love the company.”

“Of course you do.  You accomplish many good things all over the world.”  Fahad pressed his face to hers.  “That does not mean you have to work around the clock.”

Nuri rested his forehead against her temple on the other side.  “I have never seen anyone – man or woman – work as many hours.  There is no shame in needing rest.  If you take it, it keeps you going.” 

“If you are rested, you are more focused and in turn get more done.  Let us help you, Marci.”

She picked up her head to look at them.  “You were letting me figure it out.”  They simply stared at her.  “You didn’t push or lecture me.”

“We have no wish to
control
you, Marci.  You are brilliant and independent.  Two of the qualities you possess that draw us to you.  Changing the woman you are is not part of this.”

“You are a grown woman with a brain that rivals ninety-nine percent of the world.  You are not a child.  We knew that if you needed it, you would ask for help.”

She stepped from between them and pulled herself together.  Carefully wiping her face and smoothing her hair, she inhaled deeply and turned back to face them. 

“I need a break.  I need your help.” 

They smiled and said together, “Consider it done.”