Girl Most Likely To

by Barbara Elsborg

  She knew they thought she was joking but she wasn’t. She’d been hovering on the brink so long, it would take very little to push her over the edge. They sucked harder at her fingers, their lips slipping from one to the next, then two fingers, then three. Their hands slid over her breasts and squeezed. Wren’s neck arched, her breathing faltered and in a burst of heat, cream gushed and she soared toward the sun.

  OhmyGodOhmyGodOhmyGod. Her body clenched and released so firmly, it trapped her breath in her throat. Every cell was supercharged, every vein running with liquid pleasure. She sucked in a ragged breath as the muscle contractions slowed, and she fell to earth in a slow tumble.

  “Jesus,” Tomas said. “Where did that come from?”

  “Think there’s more?” Adam asked.

  “No. That’s it,” Wren blurted. “At least for a while.”

  Adam shoved a pillow under her lower back. “How long’s a while?”

  She bit her lip. “Couple of months.”

  They laughed as they spread her legs, rested hands on her knees and then two heads descended. They can’t both—oh seems they can. She squealed as they licked her inner thighs.

  “Someone’s excited,” Tomas whispered. “You taste delicious.”

  She forgot how to breathe.

  “How long’s a while, Wren?” Adam repeated.

  “Thirty minutes.”

  “We beat that,” Tomas said. “Or you ask for money back.”

  Their hands were still wrapped around her breasts, Tomas rubbing her nipple, Adam squeezing, but it was the sensation of them breathing on her sex that kick-started her rewind.

  “You ever see anything so beautiful?” Tomas asked.

  “That bit of me isn’t beautiful,” Wren said with a moan.

  “All of you is beautiful.” Tomas kissed between her legs and licked her folds.

  She hissed as she sucked in air.

  Adam nibbled her hip, his hand caressing her leg. She threaded her fingers in Tomas’ longer hair, pulled at Adam’s short locks, as they played with her. The brush of slightly rough chins on the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, together with tickles from soft eyelashes, set her cells dancing. Electrical impulses began to flash, energizing her pleasure receptors, and her body tingled as if she’d lain too long in the sun. Adam massaged her clit with his lips while Tomas’ tongue explored the valleys and folds of her sex with infinite care before sliding inside. Every nerve jangled. Wren had been sure she couldn’t come again this fast but their touch was just right, their persistence impossible to resist and why would she want to?

  They changed places so that Tomas’ mouth tugged at her clit, his tongue fluttering over it in a rapid motion, making Wren’s heart lurch. Adam’s tongue plunged into her, over and over and over until her back bowed. She came so hard she shook, crying out as her head filled with white-hot sparks. The waves of pleasure went on and on, pounding her, leaving her senseless and unable to move. Oh wow. She felt sorry for the women stuck with her exes. She hadn’t known how useless they were. Now she did. This pair had ruined her forever.

  “Fuck, that was hot,” Adam whispered.

  “Sweeeet.” Tomas exhaled the word.

  “I need more,” Adam said. “Turn her over.”

  “Ugh.” Wren tried to protest but it was hopeless. She was as limp as cooked pasta.

  Adam slid under her and lay so his cock rested between her breasts, his mouth against her clit. Where—oh. Tomas kissed her backside and slid his fingers over her wet folds.

  “Up on your knees, little bird,” Tomas said.

  Adam flicked her nipples, matching the rhythm to his teasing of her clit. Wren put her weight on one elbow and lifted Adam’s cock to her mouth. Shiny with pre-cum, it looked about to explode. She sucked lightly at the tip, letting the head slip and slide between her shielded lips. Adam groaned against her pussy and the vibration rippled through her.

  When she felt Tomas’ nose drift between her butt cheeks, Wren whimpered around Adam’s cock, tightened her mouth and felt him shudder. Tomas gripped her hips and pulled her down onto Adam’s face so he could lick her.

  God, God, God. She shook, trying to keep up the pressure on Adam’s cock, but it was hard to concentrate when she was losing brain cells at the speed of light. They were all rushing south to share the fun. Adam’s hips shifted and she swallowed against him, feeling him slip deeper until his cock brushed the back of her throat.

  “Christ,” Adam hissed.

  Tomas slid a finger into her anus just as Adam exploded in her mouth and her muscles fluttered and tensed as she unraveled again.

  Can too much sex kill me?

  If so, it was the way Wren wanted to die.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Tomas rolled out of bed to take a leak and stifled a groan when he rose to his feet. His sore ribs ached but it had been worth it. His lips curved. More than worth it. He decided to use the other bathroom so he didn’t wake the sleeping beauties but made the mistake of turning at the door to look at them, and his cock stiffened.

  Fuck it.

  He couldn’t pee with a hard-on. Now he’d have to wait. He wandered into the gloomy hall, grabbed his coat and hung it up. When he lifted Wren’s, it snagged her purse and the contents spilled out. As he pushed everything back inside, Tomas’ gaze settled on the folder.

  He’d carried the thing through Leeds and not glanced in it but a cop’s curiosity was hard to suppress. He flipped it open and scanned the first sheet. Details of students attending Spanish language lessons. He flicked through the rest. Copies of registers for a whole range of courses. This was what Marco wanted and Tomas wondered what Wren was doing with it.

  His spine tingled. Had Marco asked Wren to get this for him? He couldn’t believe she’d do that without telling him. Yet she only had his word that Marco was a shit. The guy was charm personified when he wanted to be. Wren needed money. She was an easy target. Tomas clenched his fist. Fuck it. No way was he letting Wren get involved.

  He slipped into the other bedroom and switched on his printer-scanner. Whether Wren intended this for Marco or not, it was data he’d asked Tomas to get. What did the asshole want? Names of students? Was he looking for someone who’d slipped through his sticky fingers?

  Tomas tensed. Christ. Maybe giving them to him was a bad idea. He’d ask Julia. He loaded the pages into the auto feed before he went into the bathroom. Fortunately, his cock had temporarily given up hope of fun and released its stranglehold on his blood supply. He flushed, washed his hands and returned to reload the machine to make a second copy.

  Almost four in the morning. They’d only fallen asleep about an hour ago, too wired to relax when they were busy exploring each other’s bodies, discovering ways and positions to make each other come without actually sticking cocks in each other, though it had come close.

  A smile filled his face when he thought about Wren. She was as insatiable as a guy. He’d never had a woman like her before. She needed two guys to keep her satisfied. Hard to believe they hadn’t even fucked her yet. Well, Adam had a couple of days ago. Tomas wanted them to take her together but he suspected no one had ever had her ass. He swallowed hard. Maybe he needed to get his head around Adam having his before they explored the possibility with Wren.

  He released a deep sigh. Sometimes just playing was more fun. He’d followed Adam’s lead and not pushed Wren. But he knew Adam was right, being in bed with the pair of them was enough for her tonight.

  The last sheet of paper emerged and Tomas bundled the copies together. He paused when he glanced at the top sheet, realizing it was different. When he read the name at the top, he tightened his mouth. Ardita Chani. One of Marco’s women. The one Dragen liked to fuck. And slap around. One of the women Wren had taught. Shit.

  He flicked through the rest of the sheets and found three more with student information, and although he didn’t recognize the names, which was a relief, it still worried him. Had Wren seen these? Just because they were in her folder
didn’t mean she knew what she had.

  He returned the folder to its place in the hall, took her coat from the hook and dropped it back on the floor together with his.

  When he crept into the bedroom, Adam’s eyes opened. Wren slept on, her face against Adam’s chest, her breathing steady.

  “You okay?” Adam whispered.

  “Yeah.” Tomas slipped in at Wren’s side. “Can you take a leak with a hard-on?”

  Adam laughed quietly. “If I’m desperate. I think you better learn how to do it. We’re going to spend a lot of time hard.” He twisted a lock of Wren’s silver hair. “She’s cute, innocent and so very inventive. Who’d have guessed?”

  “What about me?”

  “You’re cute and inventive, but not so innocent.”

  “I think we’ve robbed her of her innocence.” Tomas had a pang of guilt when he thought about her father.

  “We’ve only just started. Christ, I can’t believe we didn’t fuck her. I was close a couple of times but I followed your lead. You were right. We’re better to wait.”

  Tomas smiled. “I thought I was following your lead.”

  Adam grinned.

  “Do me a favor?” Tomas asked. “Wren’s supposed to be giving an English lesson tonight to a group of women who work for my boss. I’d rather she didn’t. Think you can persuade her to do something with you?”

  “And where will you be?”

  “Hopefully in bed with the pair of you, but I might have to work.”

  Adam sighed. “Who are these women?”

  “Strippers. They’re nice enough but Marco’s a fucking asshole. I don’t want Wren anywhere near him.”

  “Resign.”

  Tomas stared at him over Wren’s head. “What?”

  “You heard me. I’ll give you a job. There must be something you can do. Clean floors, sort mail. Math degrees have to be of some use.”

  Tomas put two and two together quickly. Stood to sense the guy would use his business resources to check up on him. Not that he’d have been able to access the truth, though Tomas did have a math degree, but not from Zagreb. The temptation was strong to throw the millionaire thing back in Adam’s face, but not wise.

  “How do you know about my math degree?”

  “Resign,” Adam repeated.

  “What about Wren?”

  “She doesn’t like working at Ezispeke. I can find something for you both. Sex slaves maybe. You can live in my closet and be available 24/7.”

  “You run the company? You said you worked in IT.”

  Adam nodded. “Yeah, I run it and I mainly work on the IT side. You might have heard of it. Mirofax.”

  “No.” Oh yeah, I’ve fucking heard of it.

  “Going to quit?”

  “No.”

  “Going to let me fuck you?”

  Tomas flinched. “No.” Not yet, bubbled on his lips but never made it out.

  * * * * *

  Wren had intended to get up with Tomas so she could go home, shower and get ready for work. But when she opened her eyes, she saw only Adam lying asleep next to her and the clock said eight thirty. Fuck. She had the fastest shower of her life, used Tomas’ toothbrush—bit late to be picky considering where they’d had their mouths—dressed in the living room and came to a crashing halt in the hall.

  She couldn’t go without speaking to Adam. Wren rushed back into the bedroom, crouched down and blew on his lips.

  “Hey, sleepyhead. Wake up. I have to go to work.”

  Adam’s eyes fluttered open. He blinked and groaned. Wren smoothed down his hair and hurried back to the door.

  “Where are you going?” he called.

  “I told you. Work.”

  “I want to take you out tonight.”

  Wren pulled on her coat and grabbed her purse and folder. “I’m working.”

  “What’s your mobile number?”

  “Tomas has it.”

  “Wait.” Adam appeared naked in the doorway and pointed to his erection. “I have need of your services.”

  She laughed. “Tempting but I can’t be late.” Wren closed the door.

  She sprinted through the city, struggling out of her coat when she overheated though she didn’t stop running. She sighed with relief when she saw Sylvie approaching Ezispeke.

  “In a hurry?” Sylvie asked.

  Wren wheezed and her friend snorted.

  “Not…funny,” Wren managed to force out.

  Sylvie looked her up and down and raised her eyebrows. “Isn’t that what you wore yesterday?”

  She ignored her and made for the stairs, Sylvie on her heels.

  “It is. You dirty stop-out. Who was it?”

  Wren turned and gave her a huge smile before slipping into her classroom and closing the door. Ten Italian teenage boys sat on their desks demonstrating impressive multitasking, talking at high volume, earphones in, fingers flying over the keypads of their mobiles.

  “Good morning.”

  They ignored her.

  Little bastards. Wren walked round and yanked out their earphones one after the other until there was stunned silence.

  “Today we’re going to talk about sex.”

  One of the boys tipped up his desk and fell onto the floor, and after an outburst of laughter from the others, they settled in their seats and turned expectant faces on Wren.

  “How to tell the difference between what a woman says and what a woman means.” She had their undivided attention. “What do you think I want to hear when I say—does my bum look big in this?”

  “No?” asked a boy in the front row.

  “A woman’s only going to ask that when she knows it probably does make her bum look big. Just saying no isn’t enough. You have to tell her she’s beautiful and pay a compliment about her clothes.”

  “Your pants nice,” said a joker on the back row.

  “You mean my bum looks big?” Wren let out a mock wail and the boys laughed.

  * * * * *

  Tomas called Marco as he drove away from the docks. He had three securely taped boxes in the trunk. No way could he check what was inside without Marco knowing they’d been tampered with. He suspected they held drugs but it could have been weapons or even cash. Or even some bloody homemade cakes from Marco’s mother.

  “I just collected parcels,” Tomas said.

  “Any problem?” Marco asked.

  “No.”

  “I want them delivered to Newcastle. Jan’s Auto Mechanics. Put this postcode in your sat nav. They’re expecting you.”

  Tomas tapped it in as Marco spoke.

  “When you’re done there, I need you to collect something from Nottingham.”

  Tomas chewed his lip. Was this his punishment for refusing to play errand boy last night?

  “Call me when you’re near Nottingham.”

  Tomas ended the connection and glanced in his rearview mirror at the van following. Fifteen minutes later, his other phone rang.

  “You’re clean,” Julia said. “Pull over.”

  Clean as in not being pursued by anyone other than cops. Tomas turned into a service station, headed for a parking bay at the rear and the white van pulled up beside him. Tomas activated the trunk release, picked up a plastic carrier from the passenger footwell and got out. The driver of the other vehicle opened the back door and released a dog. He ignored Tomas and led the animal to a patch of grass where he cocked his leg and peed. When the German shepherd was done, the guy led him back.

  Tomas leaned against the hood and waited. The lid of the trunk was only a little way up but it took mere seconds before they had their answer. The dog scratched the ground and sat. One or more of the boxes either contained drugs or had been in contact with drugs.

  Tomas handed over the bag with the information Wren had collected. “For the boss.”

  The handler nodded, put his dog in the van and left. Tomas opened the trunk fully, took a picture with his phone then closed the lid and sat back in his car. He sent the photo to
Julia along with one of the man he’d collected the boxes from and then called to update her.

  “There’s no way of opening the boxes?” she asked.

  “Not without it being obvious. What about Jan’s Auto Mechanics? We have anything on them?”

  “No.”

  Tomas was relieved what happened next wasn’t his call, but if Julia cocked up, it was his life on the line. It was possible there were no drugs, but unlikely. If she sent cops into the auto shop after they’d been delivered, Tomas was the obvious snitch. If she allowed drugs into the system, it would be her job in jeopardy if they lost track of them.

  He pulled back onto the highway and headed north. “What do you want me to do?”

  “Deliver the boxes and call me afterward. That was a good shot of the guy in Hull. I’ll get his details into the system. Don’t take any chances, Tomas.”

  “Okay. One more thing. The information Marco wants about Ezispeke. I’ve got some lists of classes and pupils attending. I’ve sent a copy with the driver but do you want me to give them to Marco?”

  “Your worry?”

  “That he’s looking for someone in particular.”

  “Are they current lists?”

  “A couple of weeks old. There’s a student information sheet on one of the women in the Headingley house. Ardita Chani. As far as I know, she’s never been near Ezispeke.”

  “Interesting. Well, you need to give him something. Go ahead.”

  “Okay.”

  “And Tomas?”

  “Yes?”

  “Don’t let your private life interfere with this. You’re not even supposed to have a private life. You—”

  He pressed the button to end the connection and called Adam. This morning, after Tomas had said no to the fuck and no to the job, Adam hadn’t spoken to him. While Tomas lay awake, he eventually heard Adam’s breathing settle into a pattern telling him he slept. Unless he was good at pretending. Tomas spent time thinking.

  “Hi.” Adam’s response at the other end of the line was curt.

  “Sorry,” Tomas blurted.

  Adam sighed. “Why do I think that’s how you start most of your conversations?”

  That cut deeper than Adam could ever know. “Yeah, well, it seems I always have something to apologize for. Wren still with you?”