Her Three Entrepreneurs [The Hot Millionaires #8] (12 page)

“Don’t you Brits always need a cup of tea in times of crisis?” he asked, grinning.

“Do you know how to make one?”

“I’ll have you know that…er, actually no,” he said, making Athena laugh when he opened the tea caddy and looked in bewilderment at their supply of loose-leaf tea leaves. “Don’t you have any tea bags in the godforsaken country?”

“Heathen!”

Athena took over, efficiently made the tea, and produced biscuits.

“I suppose you’d call these cookies,” she said, offering him one.

Marty laughed. “Talk about two countries divided by a common language.”

“You’ll get the hang of it eventually.”

He leaned across the table and fixed her with a scorching gaze. “If you’re looking to get your butt spanked, you’re going the right way about it.”

Athena’s pussy leaked, even though she thought he was joking. It was difficult to tell. She wasn’t used to dealing with such decisive alpha males who appeared to go right after what they wanted, never even contemplating failure.

“I’ll bear that in mind.” She stifled a yawn behind her hand.

“Tired?”

“A bit.”

“Then go and get some rest.”

“In the middle of the day? Are you mad? I’ve got a ton of things to do.”

“Like what?”

“This is a working farm, Gramps isn’t here, and I haven’t done any of my usual chores.”

“Presumably Max and George will pick up the slack.”

“Yes, but it doesn’t seem right.”

Marty stood up, took her arm in a decisive grip, and pulled her to her feet.

“Come on, you’re beat. I’ll tuck you in.”

Athena was all out of arguments and obediently allowed him to lead her up the stairs. His long fingers curled round her palm, making her feel safe and protected and exciting the hell out of her. She couldn’t afford to lean on the guys indefinitely, she knew that very well. Just for a day or two, at least until her grandfather was back on her feet. She simply didn’t have the strength to keep battling on alone, worrying about the future and fighting off their desire to help her.

Desire, now there was a word that sprang naturally to mind whenever she thought of them, which was pretty much constantly. What was wrong with her? Her grandfather was in hospital with serious injuries, the future of the farm was in jeopardy, and she couldn’t seem to get her mind off sex. She must be a truly bad person.

“Here, is this yours?” Marty opened the door to her room and ushered her inside. “Come on, sweetheart, you need to rest.”

“Rest with me,” she said, astonishing herself when brazenly she wrapped her arms round his neck and kissed him.

“Hey, don’t tempt me,” he said, gently extricating her arms.

“I obviously don’t.”

She turned away to hide her blush, clearly having gotten the wrong end of the stick. How humiliating was that?

“How about I come and wake you up a bit later?”

“There’s no need.”

He grasped her shoulders and turned her to face him. “There’s every need,” he said. “I’ll wait until Max and George have gone, just in case they need you for anything.” He kissed the end of her nose, like she was an awkward child who needed placating. “Now get some rest.”

As soon as he’d left the room, Athena stripped off and slid between the cool sheets, convinced that she wouldn’t sleep a wink. She was too embarrassed at having made a fool of herself, and had too many thoughts whirling through her head, for that to be possible.

A hand gently shaking her shoulder woke her from a deep sleep.

“Hmm.” She turned onto her back, stretched her arms above her head, and yawned. “What time is it?” she asked sleepily.

“Just after five,” Marty said, amusement in his tone.

“What!” She sat bolt upright, forgetting that she was stark naked. “I’ve slept for over two hours. Why didn’t you wake me earlier?”

“What for?” he asked, his gazed fixed on her breasts.

“I need to get dressed,” she said, pulling the sheet up to cover herself.

“No you don’t. Not for what I have in mind.” He pulled it right back down again, only lower, to reveal her entire body. “I thought you wanted me to wake you up.”

“I got over that impulse.”

“Then let me refresh your memory.”

“I need to make sure that George and Max have everything under control.”

“They do. They just left but said to tell you there was nothing for you to do.”

“Now I feel guilty.”

He chuckled. “If it’s guilty pleasures you’re after, you’ve come to the right place.”

He sat on the edge of the bed, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her. His lips were firm and demanding as they fed from hers, but Athena was suddenly full of self-doubt. She shouldn’t be doing this, should she? She’d let Bay fuck her the night before and now she would finish up doing the same thing with Marty, not twenty-four hours later if she wasn’t careful. It wasn’t what she did. She wasn’t like that.

Except her body wasn’t listening to the convoluted ramblings inside her brain. Without thinking through the consequences, she set about kissing him right back. Her lips parted, and as soon as his tongue slipped between them, she sucked it deeper, suddenly desperate to follow this thing through to its conclusion, the hell with her conscience! He took control by deepening the kiss, causing heightened desire to spiral through her in swirling waves that robbed her of the ability to think straight. Annoyingly his hands remained passive, one resting on her shoulder, the other supporting the back of her head. Didn’t he want to touch her?

“What did Bay tell you about our proclivities?” he asked when he broke the kiss.

“He told me that I had to be obedient and do whatever he asked me to.”

“Yes.” He stroked her hair. “What else?”

“That I could only speak when spoken to.”

“That’s very important.”

“He said the three of you liked to share.”

“Hmm, we do.” A hand finally drifted to one of her rock-hard nipples and pinched it. She flinched but didn’t have to wait long for the stinging pain to become tingling pleasure. “But will you let us share you? That’s the question.”

“I think so, but I’ve never had two men at the same time before, much less three.”

“Which makes you all the more appealing,” he said with a soft chuckle.

She shook her head. “Why?”

“Because we’re leaders, not followers.”

“That’s true enough. No one could ever doubt that about you three.”

“I think I’m overdressed.”

Athena had been thinking the same thing for some time but hadn’t dared to mention it. He stood up and stripped in seconds flat, leaving his clothes wherever they happened to fall. She looked at his naked body and gasped. How did she get to be so lucky? First off she’d had Bay. Now it seemed she was about to get a dose of this prime specimen of male potency. Marty boasted hard, taut musculature and the powerful aura of a man who went after what he wanted, failure not on his agenda. She admired his rippling muscles, the bulging, flexing pecs and narrow waist tapering to a flat gut and throbbing erection that made her salivate with anticipation.

He laughed at her obviously appreciative expression and rejoined her on the bed.

“How far did your lesson with Bay progress?” he asked, making her almost sob with disappointment when he didn’t actually touch her.

“He…er, spanked me, and he tied my hands.”

“Did you like it?”

She moistened her lower lip. “Yes.”

“How many times did you come for him?”

“Three.”

Marty chuckled. “Greedy!”

“Well, it’s been a while.”

“And now you can’t wait to come again, is that right?”

“Yes, I want you to fuck me.”

This time he threw back his head and roared with laughter. “I see Bay got your language sorted already. And let me tell you that swear words coming from those lovely lips in that crisp British accent is a real turn-on.”

“Bay said I had to have the courage to say what I wanted, without dressing it up.” She paused, something in the warm gaze causing her to tell the absolute truth. “And what I want right now is you.” She nodded toward his erection, just in case he was still in any doubt. “As soon as possible, if it’s not too much trouble.”

“Ah, but we don’t always get what we want in this life.” He stretched out full-length beside her, looking thoroughly pleased with himself. “We have to work for it.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Have you got a bra that’s too small for you?”

Athena rolled her eyes. “Tons of them.”

“Go and put the prettiest one on for me. One that has matching panties. Put them on, too.”

She scrambled from the bed, clumsy in her haste, and rummaged in a drawer. She found the perfect items and started putting them on.

“I’m a tits man,” he said. “And you have breasts to die for.”

“Thank you, but I’ve always felt they were too big for the rest of me.”

“Ain’t no such thing as tits that are too big.” His rumbling laugh echoed round the room. “Take it from one who knows.”

She stood in front of him in her trashy mauve bra and panties, her tits spilling out of cups that didn’t entirely cover her areolas. A long-forgotten boyfriend had bought the underwear for her years ago and she’d never worn it.

“Hmm,” he said, smiling as he regarded her with obvious appreciation. “That looks good. When we’ve finished fucking, you’ll put that back on and wear it for Bay and Dex while we have dinner.”

“Yes,” she said. “If you like.”

“I do like, and that’s
yes, sir,
by the way.”

“I have to call you
sir?
”

“Bay must have forgotten to set you straight on that one.”

She stood in front of him, hands neatly folded across her sodden pussy, waiting with ill-concealed anticipation for him to say what he wanted her to do. He took his own sweet time to stand up and walk toward her. He tweaked her solid nipples through the cups of the bra and then covered both tits with his large hands, squeezing and moulding hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. Athena hadn’t realized before Bay had taken her in hand just how much she enjoyed being treated roughly. She gasped, pushing herself farther into his hands as he continued to manhandle her breasts.

“You like that, babe?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You want more?”

“Hell, yes!”

“Ah, but you can’t have it yet. You spoke back to me in the kitchen earlier. That means you have to be punished.”

“So punish me,” she said, shooting him a flirtatious smile. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

“I know you will, because you want my cock inside you so bad you can’t think about anything else. Am I right?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

He tapped her butt so hard it made her eyes water again. “Yes what?”

“Yes, sir.”

He delved his hands inside the cups of her bra and pulled her breasts over the top of them, her solid nipples now sitting above them. “Very nice!” He bent his head and nipped at each of them in turn. “You have lovely nipples, big and solid enough for a man to get his lips around.”

Good!

“Those nipples will look heavenly with clamps on them.” He stood back and assessed her, tilting his head in thoughtful contemplation, one hand absently stroking his erection. “Spread your legs and slip your fingers inside your panties.” She did so. “I bet you’re dripping wet, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Okay, babe, slide all four fingers into your cunt and tweak your clit with your thumb.”

She wanted to tell him she could do that for herself when she was alone, but didn’t dare to defy him. To her astonishment she discovered that playing with herself when she had an appreciative audience was a far cry from flying solo. She started to work her fingers with just one outcome in mind. She felt a climax building and closed her eyes, head thrown back as she allowed it to gain momentum.

“Stop!”

Her eyes flew open. “You can’t be serious.”

“Don’t ever question me again. Get on your knees on the rug at the bottom of the bed and hold on to the footboard.”

As soon as she’d done as he asked, he tied her hands in place with a scarf he’d obviously found in her drawer.

“Stick your butt in the air,” he said, his voice now thick and urgent. “I’m gonna fuck you from behind and grab your tits as they hang out of that bra. I’ve been fantasizing about doing that since I first saw you on television. You okay with that?”

“Yes,” she said, not adding that he really should quit talking and get on with it. The need for release was causing her severe physical discomfort.

His hand landed hard on her backside as she stuck it in the air. At the same time, he grabbed her dangling tits and inflicted exquisite torture on her nipples. She groaned, wriggling her ass and thrusting it toward him. How much more invitation did he need? These guys had staying power that defied human endurance. He slapped her again, but this time she felt a trail of hot, wet kisses falling across her butt. His hands gouged at her tits like he bore them a grudge, but Athena loved what he was doing to her, soaking up the pain like a sponge and waiting for the ensuing pleasure to consume her.