Her Three Protectors [The Hot Millionaires #3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (26 page)

Troy shrugged. “Why wouldn’t he? He’ll have gotten what he wants.”

They talked it over for more than an hour, but no one could think of a better way to resolve the problem.

“Okay then,” Troy said. “Let’s do it.”

Woollard dialed the appropriate number and handed the phone to Troy. He asked for Sanchez-Punto.

“Tell him I’m the guy who escaped through the air duct.”

A sharp voice came on the line seconds later.

“You have some nerve.”

“I also have a proposition for you.”

“I’m listening.”

“I’d prefer to do this in person.”

“I’m sure you would, but why should I agree?”

“You want the diamonds, don’t you?”

“You have them?”

“I know where they are.”

“Very well.”

They agreed to meet in the same place on South Beach where they’d met Woollard.

“We don’t have to do this,” Troy pointed out. “We’re coming to you in good faith to bring an end to this mess. Don’t make me regret that decision and don’t let me see more than three of you.”

“I understand,” Sanchez-Punto said curtly. “It’s not you I want, and I guarantee that no harm will come to you, during this meeting at any rate.”

Troy hung up, aware that the code of conduct pursuant to villains meant he’d probably keep his word. Besides, he had to be dying of curiosity. Even so, Troy didn’t intend to take any chances.

“Pack that suitcase, Porcha,” he said sharply. “Whatever happens, we’ll not be coming back here afterward.”

“Okay, it won’t take me long.”

“I need weapons,” Troy said to Woollard.

“What do you need?”

Once Troy was armed to his satisfaction, they made yet another trip into Miami in two cars. Porcha traveled in the truck with the three guys, and Woollard was with Kevin and a couple more of his men in a car immediately behind them.

Sanchez-Punto was already seated at a table outside the bar they’d agreed to meet at. The boss man who’d tried to kidnap Porcha was with him along with another guy. Adam and Beck took up flank positions across the road. Woollard’s men did likewise, completely surrounding the place and not attempting to hide their presence from Sanchez-Punto. It was just Porcha, with Troy on one side of her and Woollard on the other, who joined the party.

“I don’t think I caught your name,” Sanchez-Punto said by way of greeting.

“That’s because you don’t need to know it.”

“The woman called him Troy.”

“A Greek warrior or a wooden horse? Which are you, I wonder.”

“You want Sal’s diamonds,” Troy said, ignoring the other man’s attempts to get beneath his defences, “but they’re gone.” He held up a hand to prevent Sanchez-Punto’s protest and explained what had happened.

“Then who has them?”

“We think the port official who Sal paid to look the other way. He was bent, greedy, and knew Sal was dead…” Woollard’s words trailed off, like it had to be obvious.

“What we’re prepared to offer you,” Troy told him, “are the names of everyone who helped Sal bring the stones in, right back to the source in Africa.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Because I don’t want anything to do with it,” Porcha said, shuddering. “I want to be left alone to get on with my life. I’m done with looking over my shoulder.”

“And you?” He cast a glance at Woollard. “You were Sal’s protégé. Why would you sell out the most lucrative part of his business?”

“For my mother’s sake,” he said, maintaining eye contact with Sanchez-Punto. “She didn’t approve, you see.”

The Mexicans exchanged a smirk.

“Didn’t have you pegged as a mommy’s boy.”

Woollard didn’t rise to the bait. “I’m sure you remember Ava,” he said calmly.

An angry hiss escaped Sanchez-Punto’s lips. “You were Sal’s son?” he asked slowly. “Ava’s your mother?”

“Yes.”

“I had no idea.” He shook his head. “The possibility hadn’t once occurred to me, but now that you mention it, I see a faint resemblance round the eyes.” He paused, lost in some distant recollection. “How is your dear mother?”

“She died from a respiratory disease eight years ago.”

“I’m sorry.” And he looked as though he really was. “She was a remarkable lady.”

“That she was.”

“So,” Troy said briskly. “Do we have a deal?”

Sanchez-Punto extended a hand across the table. “We have a deal.”

“You might wanna tighten up on your security before you embark on this venture,” Troy said, unable to resist having a dig. “To lose two of us in the same day smacks of inefficiency, if you ask me.”

“How’s Raul?” Porcha asked sweetly.

“He’s got a damned sight more than a bash over the head to worry about right now. And that goes for all the others, too.” The Mexican flexed his jaw. “I didn’t think I needed to send my best team just to capture one helpless woman. My respects, Mrs. Gonzalez,” he added, inclining his head. “You equipped yourself well.”

Half an hour later, the truck was on its way back to St. Pete. Troy sat in the back, holding Porcha’s hand, weary yet too hyped up to sleep the four-hour journey away.

“Seems to me like we have a birthday party to plan,” Beck remarked from behind the wheel. “What would you like from us, sweetheart?”

“Hmm, I get to choose, do I?” She plucked at her lower lip, as though thinking about it. “Well, in that case, how about I have you all?”

Troy grinned. “If you ask me, we’ve got an insatiable little sub on our hands.”

“And that’s a bad thing because…” Beck grinned at Troy and allowed his words to trail off.

“It’s not my fault that I love you all and can’t choose between you.”

“For my part, I shall rise to the occasion in more senses than one and excel myself in the culinary department,” Adam told them.

“You always do.” Porcha leaned forward to kiss the back of his neck. “You’d make someone a lovely husband.”

He flashed a grin over his shoulder. “You offering, babe?”

“No, she isn’t,” Beck answered for her.

“Have I told you guys how amazing you were back there?” Porcha asked. “All those risks you took for me were quite something, but then playing hardball with Sanchez-Punto at the end when you could have just left things in abeyance.” She shook her head. “I haven’t done anything to deserve such service.”

Beck took one hand off the wheel, reached back, and patted her knee. “I wouldn’t say that.”

“I’m sure you’ll find a way to express your thanks.” Troy’s hand crept across her thigh. Her legs fell open, giving him access to her crotch. He explored it with the pad of his thumb through the denim of her jeans. “We like surprises.”

“Can I stay with you until I—”

“Where else would you stay?” all three of them asked together.

“Until what?” Adam asked suspiciously.

“Until I arrange a flight back to England, of course.”

“Why would you want to do that?” Troy asked, perplexed.

“It’s home,” she said simply.

“Home is where the heart is, babe,” Beck said.

She sighed. “If only it were that easy.”

They arrived back at the house to find the door repaired and new keys awaiting them. Troy’s desk had been replaced with a sound version of the same model and, significantly, no signs of the struggle that had gone down were now evident. The body had been removed, as had all blood traces, and everything was back in its place.

“Gotta love Georgio,” Beck said.

It was late evening by then. Adam knocked together a simple meal, and as soon as it was over Porcha claimed fatigue and took herself off to bed.

“We have a problem,” Troy said as soon as she’d gone. “We can’t possibly let her to back to England.”

“Damned right we can’t,” Beck agreed.

“I don’t like it that she took herself off to bed alone,” Troy said, scowling. “It’s like she’s already distancing herself from us.”

“Would she stay with us if we asked her to?” Adam asked. “What can we offer her that she didn’t have in greater abundance with her creep of a husband?”

“Three large cocks. Far as I can gather, she only ever got one there.” Beck scowled. “
And
he humiliated her for sport, the bastard.”

“She did say she loved us all,” Troy reminded them.

“Yes, but she might not have meant it in the way you hope she did.” Adam grimaced. “I reckon we need to give her what Sal didn’t, and that’s freedom to be herself. That way she’ll enjoy submitting to us but will have a sense of self-worth, too.”

“Yeah,” Beck grumbled, “but how do we do that?”

“Okay.” Troy nodded in agreement. “Tomorrow’s her birthday. Here’s what I suggest.”

* * * *

Porcha woke early on the morning of her twenty-sixth birthday and stretched her arms above her head, feeling rested and restored. She smiled when she recalled where she was. She’d half expected one of the guys to join her during the night, but they were obviously as exhausted as she herself had felt. Still, this was a new day—her day—and she fully intended to enjoy them all to the full.

She jumped out of bed, hit the shower, and then wandered downstairs wearing shorts and a strappy top.

“Happy birthday!”

Three handsome faces grinned at her. The kitchen was festooned with heart-shaped balloons and there were fresh flowers on every available surface.

“Hmm, someone’s been out shopping early.” She gave each of them a hug and kiss in turn. “Thanks, guys.”

“Okay,” Troy said as soon as breakfast had been cleared away. “We’re gonna hit the shops now.”

They drove her to a local mall and raided Macy’s. Over her protests, they purchased her what felt like an entire wardrobe, with definite emphasis on underclothes. She couldn’t really understand why, because they seldom let her wear any when she was in the house, but she was having too much fun to argue with them.

“Just remember,” Beck said, flashing an especially garish thong beneath her nose, “whenever you wear this, you’re mine.”

“I’m yours anyway, handsome,” she said, standing on her toes so that she could aim a kiss at his lips.

“Hear that, losers,” he said to the other two. “Porcha’s all mine.”

Adam rolled his eyes. “He does so enjoy his little delusions.”

“Aw, Beck. Won’t you share me with Troy and Adam?” she wheedled. “It’ll be so much more fun that way.”

Adam grinned. “Why settle for one cock when she can have three?”

“Precisely what I thought,” Porcha said happily.

They had lunch together in the mall like a proper family, but as soon as they got back to the house the men dispersed. Beck headed for the gym, Troy for his computers, and Adam started preparing his birthday feast. Porcha, not wanting to cling, took herself off to her room and tried on some of her new outfits, wondering what to wear for her birthday dinner. Was the decision hers to make or would the guys would have their own ideas on the subject?

She must have dozed off, but delicious smells coming from below woke her. She pulled on a pretty bra-and-panty set that Adam had chosen, a simple shift dress in bright turquoise that Troy had picked out, and fastened on an expensive gold bracelet that Beck had insisted on buying her. She put on her collar, just in case they had any doubts about what she expected from them as her main present, ran a brush through her hair, and headed for the stairs.

She was greeted by a chorus of wolf whistles. Each guy in turn kissed her, and someone handed her a glass of champagne. She lowered her eyes, happy to fall into her submissive role as she waited to be told what to do next. Her new panties were already soaked through, and her heart raced with anticipation. Adam took her hand and led her to a chair. A single-occupancy chair. That was strange. One or more of them always wanted to sit with her. She felt the first stirrings of alarm. What was going on here? Surely they weren’t going to tell her it was time for her to leave. Not on her birthday.

“We need to talk to you, Porcha,” Troy said.

“Yes, master.”

“No, we need to talk to you as you, not as our sub.”

Her eyes snapped to his face. “What’s wrong?”

“Absolutely nothing. We love having you here.” He paused. “We haven’t known you for long, but it’s long enough to know that we love everything about you. In short, we all love you.”

“Absolutely,” Adam agreed.

“Never felt like this before,” Beck added.

“And I love all of you.”

“Then why go back to England?”

“Well…well, I have to go somewhere.”

“You wouldn’t consider staying here with us?”

Porcha opened her eyes very wide. “What, all of you?”

“You don’t get what you want from us?” Adam asked, grinning.

“Yes, you know I do, but how can one woman keep all three of you—three virile men—satisfied indefinitely?”