Her Three Liberators [The Hot Millionaires #6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (17 page)

“No time like the present,” Daniel responded with a trace of his former decisiveness. “I’ve ordered the company Citation to collect me tomorrow morning.”

“I could have flown you down in the Piper,” Jonny said.

“That rattletrap?” Daniel shuddered. “Thanks, but I prefer to travel in comfort.”

“Fair enough.” Jonny smiled. “You want one of us to come with you?”

“No, I’ll take Trevor. He’ll know what to do if I get sick during the journey.”

“How long will you be gone?” Harry asked.

Daniel raised his bony shoulders. “No idea. They have to do all sorts of tests, then see if I have any adverse reactions to the treatment, stuff like that.”

“Well, from what I saw on the web, it looks very comfortable,” Steffi said.

“So it should be, the amount they charge.”

“No point in having money if you can’t use it in circumstances such as these,” Brad pointed out.

“So true.” Daniel sighed. “Don’t get your hopes up, boys. It could all be a massive waste of time.”

“We know that.” Jonny touched Daniel’s shoulder with infinite tenderness. “Don’t worry about Porlock. We’ll keep the shop running in your absence.”

“I know you will.” He smiled at Steffi, reached for her hand, and kissed the back of it. “I know it’s a lot to ask of you, but try and keep these three louts in line while I’m gone, sweetheart.”

* * * *

Steffi rushed off to do stuff in the horses’ barn, leaving the brothers together. All three of them checked out her ass as she went.

“Well, I don’t know about you guys,” Jonny said, stretching his arms about his head, “but I think she could be
the one.”

Brad nodded without hesitation. “I guess we shouldn’t be surprised, what with Daniel having taken her under his wing and kinda gifting her to us. He might not be the faithful type, but he sure knows how to pick special women. Look no further than our mothers if you doubt me.”

“You’re right,” Harry said thoughtfully. “I’ve never felt this way before, and the odd thing is that it doesn’t scare me like I thought it would. The idea of commitment, I mean.”

“I’m not surprised that we all agree about her,” Jonny said. “Question is, does she return our feelings?”

“I reckon it’s up to us to make sure that she does,” Brad said. “Anything else is simply unthinkable.”

“I hear you,” Jonny said. “The girl is ours, even if she doesn’t realize it herself yet.”

Brad thought about their conversation and had a hard time settling for the rest of the day. He had stuff to deal with regarding the winery but couldn’t concentrate on any of it. In the end, he volunteered to go on a shopping trip, agreeing beforehand with his brothers on the items he needed to purchase. He arrived back at Porlock at about the time Steffi would be changing for dinner. He let himself into her room without knocking and heard her shower running.
Perfect!
He shed his clothes and slipped into the stall behind her, wrapping his arms round her waist and nuzzling her neck. She almost jumped out of her skin.

“Brad,” she said, without turning round. “You guys really have to stop creeping up on me like that.”

“How did you know it was me?”

“Your hands. The three of you have different hands.”

He spread said hands across her stomach. “Is that right?”

“Yep.” She leaned back against him, pressing her butt against his erection, not seeming the slightest bit put out by having a naked man join her uninvited in her shower. Jonny was right about her being a natural. How she hadn’t discovered her sexuality before now, he couldn’t begin to understand. She appeared to ooze sensuality, and even if the selfish bastard who’d ruled her world for so long hadn’t brought it to the fore, he thought she might have suspected something herself. Not that he was complaining. Awakening her natural instincts had really turned him and his brothers on and the time had now come for the next stage.

“Hmm. Harry has callouses on his fingers from all the time he spends at his computers, Jonny has very long fingers, and you—”

“What about me?” He set about kissing his way along her shoulder, making his way slowly to her tits. “What’s so special about my fingers?”

She laughed and then moaned. “You used to wear a ring on your right hand. I can see the mark.”

“Nothing gets past you, does it?”

“This shower’s going to run cold.”

“No, it’s not. Lean forward, babe, and rest your hands on the wall.”

She did as he asked, leaving her cute butt sticking invitingly in the air. Brad placed his hands on it and massaged, gently rimming her anus with one finger. When she didn’t object, he soaped that finger and eased it gently inside. She tensed, fought against him for a moment, and then relaxed.

“That’s it, Steffi, let me in. We’re gonna introduce you to anal sex today,” he purred. “You ready for that?”

“I think so. I guess I need to spread my horizons, such as they are.” She nodded decisively. “Okay, I’m game, but will it hurt?”

“Does my finger hurt?”

“No, actually it feels rather nice.”

“Well, that’s a start, I guess.” He added a second finger and this time she didn’t even flinch. “Feel good?”

“Mmm! I’m starting to understand what all the fuss is about.”

She writhed against him, encouraging him to delve deeper. Brad accepted her invitation, using the fingers of his other hand to pinch one of her nipples. She threw her head back and moaned.

“Honey, you’re behaving like you haven’t been fucked for months.”

“So, what are you going to do about that?”

Brad’s laughter echoed over the sound on the pounding water. Instead of answering her, he reached a hand out of the open stall and found the butt plug he’d just purchased. Keeping the fingers of one hand firmly inside her anus, he still managed to soap the device using his other hand. She would never be more receptive, which was why he’d waited to catch her in the shower. Soapy water made everything easier. He eased his fingers free and replaced them with the tip of the plug.

“Why did you stop?” she asked, sounding encouragingly disappointed.

“I’ve got something you might like more.”

She turned to look at him without changing her position. “More than you?” She shook her head. “Unlikely.”

“I appreciate the compliment, but don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.”

He gently eased the soapy plug in, deeper and deeper until she’d taken it all.

“Stand up and tell me how it feels.”

She eased herself cautiously from the wall. “Warm. It makes me feel sexy and it actually doesn’t hurt.”

Brad kissed the end of her nose. “It’s not supposed to hurt. It’s supposed to dilate you so we can replace it with our cocks later on.”

“Later on? How long do I wear it for?”

“Until one of us removes it.”

“But dinner?”

He cocked a brow. “What about it? You said it makes you feel sexy. Wear it during dinner. Knowing it’s warming your sweet ass will make us feel sexy as hell, too.”

“You guys don’t need any encouragement in that respect.”

“Already the lady’s complaining about the service she’s getting.”

She canted her head and offered him the kind of smile that would have gotten her butt spanked under normal circumstances. “Did I say that?”

“Come here!”

He pulled her into his arms and kissed that damned smile off her lips. With one hand beneath her butt, he lifted her up and she instinctively wrapped her legs round his waist. Taking his chances that the butt plug would stay in place, he eased the tip of his cock into her pussy and then withdrew it again.

“Brad!”

“I need a condom.”

“No, it’s okay.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, just fill me with that gorgeous prick of yours and make me come for you.”

“Lady, you got it!”

Brad leaned against the wall for support and sank all the way into her, hard and fast. She squealed, reminding him that she still had the butt plug in and would be getting her first experience of how it felt to be fucked by two men at once.

“Okay?” he asked.

“I can’t believe it,” she said breathlessly. “That thing up my arse makes it feel incredible.”

Brad smiled, reminded that she was English and apparently they had
arses
on that side of the pond. Whatever.

“Hmm.” He kissed her forehead. “Just imagine how much better it would feel if it was one of us.”

“I am. When can we—”

“Later.”

He increased the tempo, his prick enveloped by her tight, warm channel. When she closed the walls of her vagina around it, like she was afraid someone might take it away, Brad died a little inside. He hadn’t known the little minx for more than a few days, but already his life had changed beyond recognition. His brothers felt the same way. He didn’t even have to ask them—it was obvious in the way they cared so deeply about her and by how mad they got when they thought of the treatment she’d received at the hands of her cousin and Sam Watson. All three of them would go that extra mile for her, no question.

“Brad, I think I’m going to…oh, God!” She bit his shoulder and cried out as her climax built. “I can’t stop it.”

“Let it go, babe. Feel me fucking you and go with what your body tells you.” She screamed his name. “That’s it,” he said, driving into her even harder, almost sliding down the wet wall as he put every ounce of energy he had into holding her up and fucking her at the same time. His biceps bulged under the strain, but he barely noticed. “Let it all go, babe. Feel that plug in your butt. Imagine that’s one of us pounding into you.” She closed about him and her entire body trembled. “Yeah, that’s it, now we’re really fucking.”

The moment she stopped milking his cock, he took his turn.

“Now I’m gonna come, babe. Feel my cock deep inside you. I’m going shoot my load. Arghhh, that’s it!” He threw his head back and closed his eyes, pulsating passion and a deep-seated love for this crazy Brit seeping through his veins as he pumped every last ounce of his sperm deep inside her.

As soon as he came back to earth, he lowered her to her feet and leaned against the wall, taking a moment to regain his breath.

“Wow!” she said, standing on her toes and kissing his mouth almost chastely.

“Wow indeed.” He grabbed a washcloth and cleaned them both before switching off the water. “That plug still where it should be?”

“Yes, I think so.”

“Good.” He wrapped a large, fluffy towel round her body and another round her wet hair. “Come on, then, I’ll help you get dressed.”

“I can manage.”

“I went out and bought you something this afternoon.”

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

“It’s not just for you. It’s for our benefit, too.”

Steffi did a double-take when she saw the scarlet basque he’d laid out on her bed.

“I can’t wear that thing.”

“Why not?”

“It’ll clash with my hair.”

“It’ll look wonderful.” He tapped one buttock through the towel when she tried to say something else. “Do as I tell you, Steffi.”

She immediately dropped the towel on the floor. “You’ll have to help me, then.”

Brad was only too happy to oblige. When he’d laced her into the tight-fitting garment, she realized that there were cut outs for her nipples and suspenders to support the fishnet stockings he’d also bought for her. Far from objecting, she merely giggled.

“You like?” he asked, propelling her toward a full-length mirror.

“It’s actually fun, dressing up for you guys.” She grinned. “The butt thingy doesn’t harm matters, either.”

“Glad you feel comfortable.”

“Did I say that?”

Brad produced the scarlet dress, such as it was, that he intended her to wear over the basque. It was made from a thin, shiny material and her nipples showed through it as though it didn’t exist. Firm and pert, they pressed against the fabric like they’d have preferred it not to be there. Brad wet his lips in appreciation.

“Very nice,” he said.

“The skirt’s so short that it barely covers the tops of the stockings.” She smiled and then frowned. “But I can’t wear this in front of Coombes. He’s far too straightlaced. He’ll probably throw a tantrum and give notice.”

“Oh, I should have said. Dinner is in our wing tonight and we’re serving ourselves.”

“You seem to have thought of everything.”

He winked at her. “You have no idea.” He produced red shoes with five-inch heels. “The finishing touch.”

She expelled a reckless laugh and held his arm as she stepped into the shoes. “You trying to turn me into a tart?”

“Yep, and you’re gonna love every minute of it.” Brad stepped back into his clothes and buckled his belt. “Guaranteed.”

She rolled her eyes and sat down to dry her hair. “That’s what I love about you Malone boys—your sense of modesty and lack of confidence is a wonder to behold.”