Her Three Liberators [The Hot Millionaires #6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (19 page)

“Come on, babe,” Harry said from below. “I can feel you closing around me. You’re close, so let it go.”

“You like Jonny fucking your ass?” Brad asked, tweaking the nipple clamp a little more.

“Yes, I can’t get enough of him—of any of you.” She screwed up her eyes, even though she was blindfolded, and allowed the tingling sensations to overwhelm her body in its state of fully heightened awareness. “I’m gonna come again,” she said, her voice a strangled moan, almost ashamed of her feeling of total oneness with them. “Come with me, guys. I want us to do this together.”

They did. Jonny swore as he came, Harry groaned, and she shouted their names, demanding and receiving every inch of both of them as hard and deep as they could possibly give it to her.

Jonny released her hands afterward and the four of them lay flat out on the bed. Somehow, Steffi found the energy to lift her boneless body and kiss each of them.

“When can we do that again?” she asked, grinning.

Frequently was the answer, Steffi discovered over the ensuing week. Daniel left for Texas and they all prayed for a successful outcome. Steffi was ashamed that she also welcomed his absence because it meant that his sons were guaranteed to stay at Porlock while he was gone. Now that she’d discovered what she’d been missing all this time, she was overdue for some fun and was playing catch-up big time.

The guys were everywhere—their demands thrillingly innovative. All three of them cornered her in the hayloft one afternoon and kept her there for hours while the hands worked away in the barn below, blissfully unaware of the glorious punishments that were being inflicted upon her above their heads. The thought of being discovered added a salacious edge to their games, especially since they gagged her to prevent her from crying out and giving them away. According to Jonny, she was uninhibitedly vocal when she was close to climax. He should know because he’d given her more than her fair share of orgasms to scream about recently.

They introduced her to more sex toys, made Steffi wear outrageous clothing, or no clothing at all at their dinner table. They chained her up, brought in a variety of whips and vibrators and often made her crawl round the room on her hands and knees, a collar round her neck, so they could whack her ass as she passed each of them. Far from humiliating her, being at their mercy empowered her, and it wasn’t long before she started making suggestions for new games they could play. They never ran out of ideas to make her feel alive and desirable in ways she’d never have believed possible just a few short weeks previously.

They kept on top of their business activities, as well as Daniel’s, and she helped them wherever she could, relishing every moment she spent in the company of the three men whom she’d fallen helplessly in love with. She tried hard not to let it show. She knew from the number of phone calls she fielded from various women just how popular they were with the opposite sex. Big surprise! It could only be a matter of time before they got fed up with sharing her and went back to their individual conquests. She only hoped that when that day dawned they’d be sensitive enough not to bring women to Porlock until she’d left the place herself.

The painful possibility of leaving Porlock brought her mind back to Richard. There had been no word from him, but the guys were still convinced that he’d turn up like the inevitable bad penny sooner rather than later. He had to. The clock was ticking on his buyback clause. Harry kept track of his whereabouts by hacking his e-mail, and so they knew he was still in the States.

“I’m off to New York,” Jonny said to her early one morning after he’d kissed her awake. “There are a few problems I need to get to grips with in the office, but I’ll be back this evening.”

“Okay, have fun.”

“There won’t be much fun involved. This is business.”

Steffi wanted to ask if she could go along for the ride. She’d never flown in a light aircraft before but figured he wouldn’t want her in the way when he was dealing with business. If he
was
going to New York on business, that is. Steffi half wondered if he planned to meet a woman.

“Get over yourself,” she muttered as Jonny headed for the shower and she languished in his bed, breathing in the scent of him from his pillow and hugging it to her torso.

“Watch the weather,” she said when he emerged. “There’re storms forecast for today.”

“Don’t worry about me, sugar.” He bent over and delivered another of his searing kisses. “I’m indestructible.” He gathered up his keys and a document case. “Hell, I wish I didn’t have to go. I hate leaving you.”

“It’s only for a day.”

Jonny pulled a face. “It’ll seem like a week.”

His complaint seemed genuine and Steffi suddenly felt a whole lot better about herself. Besides, she’d have Harry and Brad to keep her company. They were going to a tasting at a local winery later that morning and had invited her to join them. She wasn’t sure how she felt about being seen with them in public. There were bound to be loads of sophisticated females—that sort of event attracted them like flies—and she didn’t want to see them coming on to Brad and Harry. Worse, she didn’t want to see how the guys responded to them. They were hers, she wanted to shout to the world. She might accept that there would be other women, but that didn’t mean she had to stand back and watch her liberators in action.

“Thanks, but go without me,” she said. “I’ve got paperwork to catch up on.”

“Spoilsport,” Brad said, kissing her. “I had a dress all picked out so I could show you off and make our competitors pea green with envy.”

Steffi laughed and punched his arm, suddenly reluctant to let them go. The first heavy raindrops fell as she waved them away and a sense of foreboding gripped her. She hoped Jonny had taken off on time and gotten to New York before the storm hit locally.

She ambled back into the house. It felt empty and soulless, even though there were plenty of people about if she felt like company. But it wasn’t being alone that got to her. Some sixth sense kept nagging away, trying to tell her something.

She found out what it was not half an hour later.

“Someone here to see you, Steffi,” the gateman said, buzzing through to the main house. “Says he’s a cousin of yours.”

Of all the lousy timing
. What to do? Just for a moment, Steffi panicked. Then she got a hold of herself and, breathing deeply, told the gateman to send him on up. Richard might be a conniving little rat, but he was harmless, and she could handle him. Her only concern was that she might lose her temper, knowing what he was trying to do to her and Marius. The important thing, she reminded herself as she watched a car wend its way slowly up the long driveway, was that she held the upper hand. She
did
know what he was trying to do and he’d never get away with it. She ought to enjoy this encounter, not dread it.

She stood on the front stoop as she waited for the car to pull up, staying under the porch to avoid the rain that was now bouncing off the dry earth. It would be good for the paddocks, she thought absently. Richard stepped out of the car as soon as it drew to a halt, looking heavier than she remembered. His face was puffy, his eyes bloodshot, like he hadn’t been sleeping, or had a hangover. She hoped it was a humdinger. He glanced up at the imposing façade of the mansion and looked momentarily uncertain of himself. Richard was usually super confident about everything he did, so his insecurity boosted her confidence.

That boost proved to be short-lived. The car’s passenger door opened and Sam stepped out of it, dark hair tousled, his tall body lean and trim, his rugged features as handsome as ever. He smiled at her and Steffi’s heart lurched. Just for a moment, she was back in England, totally and completely in love with the bastard, dancing to whatever tune he chose to play.

“Ah, Steffi, it’s yourself,” Sam said in his hypnotic Irish lilt.

He walked up to her, arms outstretched, as though they’d parted just the day before and he hadn’t thrown her over like a used rag when she was no longer useful to him. His arrogant assumption that he could still manipulate her jolted Steffi out of her stunned silence and brought on a towering rage. How dare he!

“Sam, Richard,” she said, avoiding both of their attempts to embrace her. “This is quite a surprise.”

“And aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” Sam said, not the slightest bit deterred by her cold shoulder. The conceited sod still appeared totally confident in his ability to charm her into submission.

“What brings you both here?” she asked, remaining on the stoop and not inviting them into the house. They were kind of in no-man’s-land, halfway between the car and the porch, only partially out of the rain. Steffi experienced a moment’s satisfaction when she saw rain trickling down Richard’s neck.

“Well, to be sure, we both happened to be in the area and so we thought, who do we know about these parts who’d give us a warm welcome and a cup of tea?”

“I give up,” Steffi said. “Who do you know?”

“Ah, now, darlin’, there’s no need to be like that.”

“How’s Marius doing?” Richard asked, flashing a superior smile Sam’s way.

“He’s doing absolutely fine, thanks for asking.”

“Mr. Malone’s pleased with him, is he?” Sam smiled amiably. “Isn’t that grand.”

“Yes, he’s delighted with him.”

“I’m surprised that you’re still here,” Richard said.
Yeah, and you don’t like it one little bit, you jealous, conniving little snot-rag.
“I thought you were just supposed to see Marius settled in.”

“Mr. Malone likes having me around.” Steffi’s secretive smile caused the two men to share an uneasy glance. This wasn’t the pliable Steffi, eager to please, whom they knew and exploited. “And as for me…well—” She spread her hands to encompass the view of the pristine facilities and then the house itself. “What’s not to like?”

“Just like always, you’ve fallen on your feet,” Richard said sourly.

“Hmm, perhaps.”

“Aren’t you going to invite us in for that cup of tea, darlin’?” Sam asked, his green eyes sparkling with confidence. Well, why wouldn’t they? He’d always been able to wrap Steffi round his little finger when he turned on the charm. “We’ve had a long drive, we’re parched, and we’re getting wet.”

He stepped forward, but Steffi held her ground. “Sorry, now’s not a good time.”

Sam’s plastic smile faltered. “Ah, so that’s how it is. I should have anticipated that you’d be feeling hurt.”

Steffi tossed her head. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“I should have told you I was married, I realize that now.”

“Water under the bridge, Sam,” she said. “I’ve moved on and I hope you’re very happy with your wife.”

Sam, for once in his life, appeared to be lost for words. “Well
—
”
“Look, it’s been great catching up, but I’ve got stuff to do,” Steffi said, turning toward the door, “so if there’s nothing I can help you with, I’ll get back to it.”

“Can we see Mr. Malone?” Richard asked.

“Why?”

“Just to make sure he’s absolutely satisfied with Marius. I wouldn’t want him to think that he’d been misled in any way.”

“That’s very thoughtful of you.” Steffi smiled sweetly. “But you don’t need to worry. No one gets one over on Mr. Malone.”

“Well, then, what harm is there in us having a few words with him?”

“None whatsoever, but unfortunately, he’s not here right now.”

“Damn!” Richard couldn’t quite hide his frustration. He must have been more desperate than Steffi and the guys had realized. “When’s he due back?”

Steffi shrugged. “No idea. Several weeks.”

“And he’s left you to guard the family silver,” Richard said scathingly. “Wonder what you did to worm your way into his good books?”

Steffi quelled her rising temper. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” she said serenely.

“Perhaps we could take a peek at Marius, then?” Sam asked.

“What for?”

“Old time’s sake.”

Sam pinioned her with a deeply focused gaze that made it feel as though she was the only person alive in the entire world. It would once have had her running to do whatever he asked of her. She was proud of just how immune she now felt to his full-on charm offensive, thanks to the Malone boys. She wished they could be here to see how well she was handling the situation.

Steffi wondered what to do about their request. It was obvious that they weren’t going to leave of their own volition. She could easily get some of the workers from the stud to evict them, but that wouldn’t resolve the situation, it would merely defer it. Hell, why did all the guys have to desert her today of all days? Not that it really mattered. She could deal with these two without any help, couldn’t she? If they saw Marius looking fit and well, perhaps that would convince them that Daniel had no problems with his ability to perform. Then they just might clear off. She’d go along with their suggestion, just to prove something to herself. She’d changed, and they were about to find out that they could no longer push her about.

“Okay,” she said. “Just give me a minute.”

Steffi left them where they were and ran to get her rain slicker. No sense in them all getting drenched. They were deep in muted conversation under the porch when she returned and they didn’t immediately see her. She tried to hear what they were saying, but the sound of the rain pounding on the roof was too loud for her to be able to make out their words.