Her Three Protectors [The Hot Millionaires #3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Zara Chase Page B

better.”
    “Troy, I—”
    “I know, I can feel you closing in on me.” He grinned over her shoulder at Beck. “Well, if Beck let you break the rules—”
    “How long were you watching?” Beck demanded to know.
    “Long enough.” Troy thrust into her a little harder. “Push down on it, darlin’. Don’t worry, I won’t drop you. Yeah, that’s it.” Troy expelled a long, anguished sigh. “Fuck it, Porcha, you know how to drive a guy crazy.”
    “Take that as a compliment, babe,” Beck advised. “Not many women can make Troy lose his famous control.”
    “This one sure as fuck can.”
    Beck could see her limbs trembling. “She’s about to come, Troy.”
    “Ride it, babe. Go on, it’s all for you. I’m fucking you hard. You like it hard, don’t you? The harder the better, and I’m rock hard right now.” Troy moved his entire pelvis with his next thrust. “Feel that, do you? Take it all, honey. This one’s for you.”
    “Troy!”
    She bit into his shoulder, drawing blood as she jerked and then spasmed on his rigid shaft. Beck noticed her entire body shake as she threw her head back and screamed. Troy bit down on her nipple, presumably in retaliation for her drawing blood, and groaned as he emptied himself into her.
    Troy took his time lowering Porcha into a chair and flopping down next to her. Beck sat on her other side.
    “Well,” Troy said. “That ain’t a bad way to start the day. Beats the hell out of pumping iron, anyway.”
    They all laughed.
    “After a night’s reflection, are you still happy with this arrangement?” Troy asked Porcha. “You haven’t had more than one man at a time before. Sure you can take it?”
    “If you even think about calling a halt I swear I’ll find a way to bring swift and brutal punishments cascading on your head…and other places.”
    “Just checking,” Troy said easily. “Because from now on in, there’s no going softly. You will do as we ask, whenever we ask it. No more relaxing the rules because you’re a rookie.”
    Porcha lowered her eyes, presumably because she understood he meant it. “No, sir.”
    “Okay, babe, just needed to be sure that you’re good with this.”
    “Thank goodness that she is.” Beck stood up. “I need a shower.”
    “Me, too,” Porcha said, but she looked toward Troy for permission before she moved.
    “Off you go. Shower alone, Beck,” he said. “I’ll get clean, too, and we’ll meet down here in ten. We need to discuss strategy as soon as Adam gets back, and if we keep fucking her we’ll never get anywhere.”

Chapter Eight
     
    “We’ll take good care of her.”
    “You damn well better. She means a lot to me.”
    “Yeah,” Troy said down the secure phone line. “She told us. What have you heard about the death of her husband? Has it been confirmed?”
    “You have doubts?” Georgio’s voice resonated with surprise. “She sent me the picture she received. Looks real enough to me.”
    “It does, but there’s been no report of his death, that’s what bothers me. If rivals took him out, you know as well as I do that they’d shout about it, long and loud because they’d wanna take over his territory.”
    “He never leaves her for long,” Georgio said. “He’d been gone for two weeks before she got that picture, which is the maximum amount of time for him. It’s now a month. If he was still alive, he’d have got word to her.”
    “If he’s at liberty to talk to anyone.”
    “If he has been taken, why would anyone want to pretend that he’s dead? Everyone knows that the sick fuck played cruel games with her, but he never let her in on his business secrets. If they are looking for something, she’d be the last one to know where it was.”
    “That’s what bothers me.” Troy was aware of Porcha and then Beck entering the study as he spoke. “How did all those men Porcha saw swarming over her home get in there if it was so well guarded? And why wasn’t there a report of it on the news