Her Three Liberators [The Hot Millionaires #6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (15 page)

“If I’m radiant it’s because Harry has something important to tell you.”

“Ah, is that what it is? And there was me thinking…” Daniel dismissed his hovering nurse with a weak wave of one hand. “Okay, sit down all of you, and Harry can tell me whatever it is that’s got you all so excited.”

Succinctly, Harry did so. Daniel heard him out in silence, his expression of frozen inaccessibility not encouraging.

“If this treatment is so successful,” he said finally when Harry’s words died and a penetrating silence fell over the room, “how come my doctors haven’t mentioned it and I’ve never heard of this famous doctor of yours?”

Harry was ready for that question and repeated what he’d told his brothers and Steffi in that regard. “The point is, the treatment’s not intrusive,” he said. “He believes in a customized fingerprint program for each individual. He argues that every patient’s needs are different, so how can one treatment fit all? Diet plays an important part, by all accounts. We are what we eat, so to speak. For instance, cancer cells love sugar. That’s no big secret, but not enough emphasis is put on it.”

“It’s an interesting concept,” Daniel said slowly, “but I find it hard to imagine it’s that easy to overcome a disease that’s baffled the sharpest minds for decades.”

“But progress is being made all the time,” Jonny argued. “Breakthroughs are made every day and this could be the next major step in the ongoing fight back.”

“There’s no guarantee that they
can
do anything for you, Daniel,” Brad warned. “And even if they can, there’s no way of knowing how much longer they can extend your life for. All we do know is that those successfully treated have had several more years of feeling well and being able to do more or less anything they like.”

“Brad’s right,” Harry said, “but they’ve seen your records and think there’s hope. They can’t say more than that until they check you out in person and you’d need to go to Texas for that.”

“I’m tired, Harry—”

Yes, and you don’t want to be given false hope, Harry thought. “I understand that, but this could change everything.”

“And you owe it to us, to those of us who love you, to try,” Jonny said sharply.

“We’re not ready to let you go, even if you are,” Brad said. “Come on, Daniel, you used to be such a fighter.”

Steffi moved her chair closer to Daniel and took his hand. “Please,” she said softly. “At least read all the literature that Harry’s amassed, go through the testimonials from other patients, and give it some serious thought.”

He offered her a tired smile. “For you, my dear, I promise to do that much.”

And with that, they were forced to be content.

They left Daniel with the sheaf of papers Harry had printed out and went about their individual tasks. For Harry, that meant returning to his computers and seeing if he could make headway with that damned false e-mail. The creator had covered his tracks well and Harry enjoyed pitting his wits against him. One false trail led to another, but Harry followed each one with dogged determination. He’d get him sooner or later, not only for Steffi’s sake but because someone was trying to pull a fast one on Daniel. Their father wasn’t in any position to fight back right now, so his sons would take up the cudgels on his behalf.

Harry set further programmes running and then answered e-mails and dealt with queries from the ICT wing of Malone Enterprises. Before he knew it, morning had become afternoon and he’d forgotten to have lunch. It wasn’t worth bothering with food now. He’d do some more work on his latest app, keep track of progress on the fake e-mail and…and what?

That question required little mental application. Brad and Harry had heard an enthusiastic account from Jonny about Steffi’s sexual awakening but hadn’t thought for one minute she’d be ready to play with the two of them quite yet. Her immediate, uninhibited acceptance of Brad’s invitation at breakfast had been as welcome as it had been unexpected. She was just another broad he kept telling himself—one in a long line of many.

Except she wasn’t.

He could tell that Jonny felt there was something special about her and he was willing to bet that Brad did, too. When it came to women, the three of them had very similar tastes. So what was going on here? Harry had no idea but figured that once they’d had some fun together, they’d get her out of their collective systems and everyone would be able move on with their lives, just like always, no strings attached.

“Hell, I need to get laid,” he muttered, standing up and stretching.

There couldn’t be any more to it than that, could there? Of course not, so why couldn’t Harry stop speculating about Steffi? Perhaps it was her British accent that held his interest even before he’d held the woman herself. Brits were supposed to be uptight and stiff, weren’t they? Steffi sure as hell made him stiff every time he thought about her.

Funny thing was, his interest in her went beyond mere fucking. He actually wanted to get to know Steffi herself.
Well, well, he hadn’t anticipated that.
Harry had a feeling that the evening to come was going to mark some sort of milestone in his life from which there would be no turning back. Curious to know what it might be, he waited impatiently for the moment to arrive.

It did so when Steffi joined them for dinner wearing a short black dress with shoestring shoulder straps. The material sculpted itself to her curves and revealed an impressive amount of cleavage. Harry exchanged an appreciative glance with his brothers, willing to bet that the dress was either new—she’d been into town that afternoon—or had been buried at the back of her closet, seldom worn. What a difference twenty-four hours and the attentions of his big brother had made to her self-confidence.

Harry had no idea what they ate or talked about. He thought they discussed Daniel’s likely decision which, if made, hadn’t yet been communicated to them. Marius performed his duties efficiently, apparently, but Steffi was upset because another client had just cancelled. He could see the outline of a lacy black bra each time she leaned forward to emphasise a point, and it played havoc with his concentration. God, but she was killing him, mainly because she had no idea how profoundly her newly liberated sensuality affected him—affected them all.

As soon as the meal was over, Harry led the way back to their wing. Brad held Steffi’s hand and Jonny brought up the rear. Harry bypassed the sitting room, not even pausing to check on his computers, and headed straight for his own room. He glanced over his shoulder and could see that Steffi, her eyes shining with anticipation, would have followed him right on in there even without Brad leading her by the hand.

As soon as they’d all piled into the room and Brad released Steffi’s hand, Harry took control. A momentary doubt flickered across her face, but Harry dissipated it by pulling her into his arms and kissing her with a hungry urgency that produced an immediate response. She was hot and ready for them, no question.

Harry released her and joined his brother on the sofa.

“Stand over there, Steffi, and undress for us.”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

The brothers guffawed, but their laughter quickly turned to agonized groans when she allowed her dress to slide down her body and stepped out of it, now wearing nothing but that flimsy bra and a thong so small that it barely covered her short pubic hair.

“You think she’s ready for clamps?” Harry asked Jonny.

He shrugged. “There’s only one way to find out.”

“What are you planning?” she asked.

“Don’t speak unless we ask you a question,” Harry said sharply.

She dropped her eyes and clasped her hands over her pussy. “Yes, all right.”

“I’m impressed, big brother,” Brad said.

“I’d like to take credit,” Jonny responded, “but there wasn’t much to do. She’s a natural.”

Harry found what he needed in a cupboard and then beckoned Steffi over. He patted his lap and she sat right down on it without hesitation. He kissed her again, his hands roving across her back and sliding into the back of her thong. His rigid cock pushed against his jeans, making straight for her butt like a homing missile. She was lithe, beautifully formed, her curves so damned soft and inviting that Harry almost lost it then and there. Aware that his brothers would never let him live it down if that happened, he managed to regain some sort of flimsy control.

Harry broke the kiss and relieved Steffi of her bra. Her tits fell into his waiting hands with a soft plop and his greedy fingers closed about them. He bent to pay homage by nipping at first one rock-hard nipple and then the other. She groaned, throwing her head back, presumably to give him better access. Damn it, Jonny was right, she was a natural. Why hadn’t she realized that about herself long before now?

“You like that, babe?” Brad asked softly. “You like Harry eating your nipples?”

“Yes.” She said the one word breathlessly. “I had no idea it could feel so good.”

Harry nuzzled the long column of her neck, scattering a line of kisses down its length, his tongue lathing the pulse beating out of control in the hollow at its base. He increased the pressure on her nipples, but her only response was to push her breasts more enthusiastically into his hands. She moaned again—Steffi appeared to be big on expressing her emotions through moans—eyes half closed as she surrendered herself to him wholeheartedly.

She was as ready as she would ever be, totally relaxed and fully into the foreplay. Harry reached for the vibrating nipple clamps he intended to use on her. Her eyes flew open when he moistened her areole with lube and attached one.

“What’s that?” she asked, obviously forgetting she wasn’t supposed to speak unless spoken to.

Powered by three tiny batteries, the clamp softly vibrated and Harry figured it had answered her question for him when Steffi let out an astonished “oh.”

“Oh, indeed,” Harry said, kissing her other nipple. “It restricts the flow of blood and sensitises your nipples. You like how that makes you feel?”

“I adore it, but is there one for the other nipple? It feels kind of neglected.”

Harry chuckled. “Let’s see what we can do about that.”

He produced its twin and attached it. Steffi screwed her eyes tight shut and sighed, but Harry didn’t allow her to enjoy the new sensations for long.

“Go sit on the bed and lean against the headboard,” he said, tapping her butt lightly.

She scampered across the room, and by the time she’d settled on the bed, Harry and Brad had both shed their clothes. Jonny kept his on. It was too soon for her to take all three of them at once.

“Bring your knees up, Steffi, and spread your legs wide.” When she’d done so, Harry gave his next instruction. “Now slip your fingers inside your panties and give yourself an orgasm. We want to watch you do it.”

“Vibrator?” Brad suggested.

Harry shook his head. “She doesn’t need one. Her pussy’s already dripping wet. She’ll come in seconds, the nipple clamps will see to that. She’s loving them.”

Steffi, eyes closed and head rotating in a trancelike way, sank two fingers into her cunt and rubbed her thumb back and forth across her clit in time to the vibration of the clamps. Harry could hardly believe the speed with which she’d shed her inhibitions. This time yesterday she never would have done such a thing. Now she appeared to appreciate such a…well, appreciative audience. She only had to open her eyes and she would see from the state of his and Brad’s erections just how appreciative they actually were. How Jonny could keep his inside his pants he had no idea. It must be painful as hell.

“Add the rest of your fingers, Steffi.” She did as he asked. “Open your eyes and see what you’re gonna have up that sweet cunt next.”

She came out of her trance and looked at them both holding their cocks. She gasped, moistened her lips, and increased the tempo of her thrusts.

“Are you coming for us yet, Steffi?”

“Yes, I’m close. So damned close.” She screwed her eyes shut again. “It’s never been this good before. It must be because you’re watching me. I, argh…”

She bucked against her fingers, her hips moving at a frenetic pace as she rode her orgasm. When she opened her eyes again she flashed a hazy smile.

“Ah, sweet Steffi.” Harry walked across to the bed and sat on its edge. “What am I going to do with you?”

“I have a few suggestions,” Brad said, grinning.

“Wait your turn.” He returned his attention to Steffi. “I hear you like to be tied up and spanked.”

“It seems that I do.” She grinned unselfconsciously. “Who would have thought it?”

“We would,” they said in unison.

“We need a few pictures for the family album,” Harry said to Jonny.

“I’m on it.”

He disappeared and returned almost immediately with a digital camera. By then, Harry had Steffi over his lap, only the thin, black strip of her thong separating her buttocks. He dropped several kisses on each side of her ass and ran a finger lazily along the line of the thong. Jonny recorded the scene for posterity.

Harry pulled the thong away from her body and rimmed her anus with his finger so softly that she probably barely felt it. No, not that, he thought. Not yet, tempting though it was to test her a little further. Without giving her any warning, he brought the flat of his hand down on her ass, one hand barely touching her clit at the same time. Jonny was there, catching the moment in all its digital glory.