He became aware they were gradually being swept toward the opposite side of the river and when he saw a life buoy hanging from the dock wall, he kicked harder.
“We need to get to the side,” he told Wren.
Tomas began to come round and flailed.
“Don’t struggle.” He grunted as Tomas kicked him.
He realized they’d miss the first buoy but there was another about twenty yards away.
“Wren, grab hold of the life belt. Hang on to it even if I don’t and I’ll take Tomas to the next.”
“Don’t miss it.”
He didn’t. It was a relief to hang on to something, and at least they were together, but they were still in trouble.
“Help,” Wren shouted. “We’re in the water. Help!”
“What’s…” Tomas mumbled, his teeth chattering.
“Don’t fight me,” Adam said. “We’re okay, but we’re in the river.”
“Help,” Wren screamed.
“Hang on.” The woman’s voice came from above them. “Emergency services are on their way.”
Wren gasped. “Monique?”
Adam frowned. The Frenchwoman out of Wren’s conversation class? The sound of sirens split the air and he groaned. Thank God. Wren’s face was pale in the dim light. The water was bloody freezing.
“Hurry up,” Monique snapped above their heads. “Over here. Two men and a woman in the water. Get someone down there to help them.”
“Next time we should use the bridge,” Tomas mumbled.
* * * * *
Adam sat shivering under a blanket provided by the emergency services, holding Wren’s cold hand. A few yards away, despite what had to have been a vicious blow to his head, Tomas stood wrapped in a blanket arguing with two paramedics who wanted him to go to the hospital. No doubt Tomas itched to find Marco and his goons, but he probably needed to get checked out.
Swimming in the River Aire was not something Adam wanted to repeat. Even without the bullets, it was dark, dirty and dangerous. He preferred a pool in a tropical climate. For the first time in a long while, he actually wanted to go on holiday, but he needed these two with him.
Monique crouched in front of them. “You okay?”
“Where’s your accent?” Wren asked. “Damn, my teaching was good.”
Monique chuckled.
Adam stared at her. “Who are you?”
She stood up. “Private detective. I’ve been looking for twins who were registered at Ezispeke but seem to have never attended.”
Wren sighed. “That’s why you didn’t say anything to Olive about me being in the office.”
“You were doing my work for me. At least the police will listen now.”
After she walked away, Adam pulled Wren closer. “What part of staying in the apartment did you not understand?”
“I heard this big splash and guessed what they’d done. Tomas wasn’t swimming. I worried he might be unconscious, and I was right. If I’d hesitated, he could have drowned.”
Adam pressed his lips to her forehead. “You were very brave and I’m sorry I let you down.”
“How? If you hadn’t jumped in, we’d have both drowned.”
“I said I wouldn’t let you out of my sight.”
“I didn’t expect you to come into the bathroom with me.” She squeezed his fingers and suddenly stiffened. “Oops. My mum and dad.”
Wren pushed to her feet as a tall, gray-haired guy rushed toward her, followed by a pale-faced woman. Wren’s father pulled her into his arms. Adam stood up as her mother reached them and she hugged Wren too.
“What part of staying in the apartment did you not understand?” asked her father and Adam swallowed his smile.
“Did you get them?” Wren asked.
“Yes. Their car was stopped before they got out of the city center. They’d tied up the Dock Street concierge to get access to Tomas’ apartment. The man managed to free himself, saw the car leaving the parking area and took the number before he called the police.”
“How did you know there was trouble before I called you?”
Adam had wondered that too.
“Jovana called. She claimed to have helped Dragen because he promised to tell her about Lule Kona. When she understood Lule was dead and dumped at sea, she had even more reason to hate the guy. She felt bad about what she did to you, sweetheart.”
“What about Marco?” Wren asked.
“Nothing yet.”
She shivered.
Tomas walked over wrapped in a blanket, his exposed knuckles white.
“You okay?” Wren’s father asked.
“Yes. Need a hot shower.”
“I owe you an apology.” Her father faced Tomas. “I suspect I was responsible for your loss of cover. I told Wren’s mother the amount of money stolen from my daughter and she told her sister, who told her daughter Belinda. She works at Ezispeke and blabbed to Olive, who repeated it to Marco, along with the information that my sons and I are policemen. Olive hasn’t stopped talking since she was taken in for questioning. Her assistant and accountant have also been arrested.”
“It’s over.” Wren smiled.
“Apart from the hours you’ll spend giving statements.” Her father held out his hand to Adam. “Thank you for jumping into the river and saving my daughter.” He glanced at Tomas. “And one of my officers. I want all three of you checked out in the hospital.”
“I’m fine,” Tomas said.
“You were unconscious in the river. You need antibiotics at the very least. Get in the ambulance.”
“I quit,” Tomas said.
“Noted,” Wren’s father snapped. “Now get in the ambulance or I’ll add to your concussion.”
Wren took hold of Tomas’ hand and tugged him toward the vehicle. “My dad’s always right.”
Adam grinned and followed.
* * * * *
Wren stood under a torrent of hot water in the hospital shower room and sighed with pleasure. In a perfect world, Adam and Tomas would have been in here with her, but the men’s showers were down a different corridor. She had a bruise on her ribs where she suspected she’d been kicked, cuts and scrapes on her arms and legs from the rough landing on Adam’s balcony, but other than that she was fine. Even the leather hood felt like a bad dream now.
She rinsed the last of the shampoo from her hair and turned off the water. A towel hung over the shower door and she dried herself before she stepped out. Blue scrubs had been left and Wren dressed, slipping her feet into paper bootees. Her dad had agreed to leave their statements until tomorrow. All she wanted to do was curl up in bed with her guys. Tomas’ apartment had apparently been sealed off, but there was no reason they couldn’t use Adam’s. Neither her mum nor her dad had asked about their relationship and Wren was relieved. No way could she explain she was sleeping with both guys. Not yet, anyway. Maybe never.
Tomas had insisted a nurse wait for her outside the shower room but when Wren opened the door, a white-coated doctor stood there, a mask over his—oh fuck. Marco slapped his hand over her mouth, cutting off her scream, and shoved her back into the room. She spotted Veton behind, dressed in scrubs and a mask, but he stayed outside. Marco wrapped his other arm around her chest, trapping her arms by her sides.
“You’ve wrecked my business,” Marco hissed in her ear. “Everything I’ve built up is gone because of you.”
Wren struggled and he tightened his hold, pressing his hand more firmly on her mouth. She drew air through her nose in noisy bursts.
“You’re going to repay me. I know a guy in Paris who wants to kill a woman while he’s fucking her. A million pounds for the act and another million when I blackmail him afterward. Maybe more. It’s not enough, but it’s something.”
The door opened and Tomas and Adam barged in. Marco’s breathing hitched.
“Let her go,” Tomas said.
Marco dragged her backward. “I could snap her neck.”
Oh God.
“And go down fo
r murder?” Tomas shot out his arm to stop Adam moving forward.
The guys and her father had warned her to be on her guard. They’d said not to fight, but damn that. She kicked her heel back into Marco’s shin. His hold on her shifted and she twisted round and brought her knee up hard into his groin. He let her go with a grunt of pain and she sprang forward to Tomas and Adam. The door opened again and her father appeared.
“Well done,” her father said as Tomas wrenched Marco to his feet.
“Now it’s over,” Wren said.
Her father smiled and nodded. “Now it’s over.”
* * * * *
Wren widened her eyes. The moment Adam had them both safe in his apartment, he’d dragged the hall cabinet in front of the door.
“Get me a couple of stools out of the kitchen,” he said to Tomas.
Tomas laughed. “Building a barricade?”
“He’s target hardening,” Wren said.
Adam turned and grinned. “I need to lock the door to the balcony too, in case some other lunatic takes a leap. Christ, if I hadn’t left it unlocked…if I hadn’t seen you, heard you.” He dragged his fingers through his hair.
“I was champion hurdler at school. Along with girl most likely to…” Oops.
Tomas pulled her into his arms. “Most likely to what?”
“Not telling.”
Adam growled. He came up behind her and slipped his hands under the waistband of her pants to cup her bottom. “We’ll tease it out of you.”
Tomas bent his head and brushed his mouth against hers. One touch and Wren melted. His gentle nibbling of her lips sent ripples of pleasure skittering down her spine. He slid his tongue along hers, circled it and kissed her more deeply. While Tomas stroked her face, Adam caressed her butt.
When Tomas pulled back, his eyes glistened. “Thank you for saving my life, girl-most-likely-to.”
“Adam did most of the work.”
Tomas squeezed Adam’s shoulder. “I owe him too.”
Adam leaned over Wren and kissed him. She groaned. If she hadn’t already melted, that hot kiss would have done it. Watching the pair of them made firecrackers jump in her belly. Then Adam switched to her, stealing the air from her lungs. When he released her, Tomas scooped her into his arms. He carried her into Adam’s bedroom and laid her gently on the bed.
“Girl most likely to?” Adam asked.
“Nowhere near enough teasing yet,” Wren said.
He and Tomas shot each other a look that wet her scrub pants and then they stripped. Their cocks were already hard, jutting out from their bodies, dark with blood, shiny with pre-cum.
“I thought you were supposed to take it easy. You’re concussed,” Wren said.
“If I’m not allowed to go to sleep, I don’t think you two should either.”
Wren swallowed as she stared at them. Tall, dark and delicious. Mine. She wriggled out of the scrubs.
Tomas’ face darkened. “How did you get that bruise?”
“A kick, I think. It needs kissing better. All of me needs kissing better. You’re so good at that.”
Adam lay on one side, Tomas the other, and they lowered their mouths to her breasts. Wren groaned and squirmed as Adam licked and Tomas sucked. Their fingers drifted down her body, thumbs drawing loops and circles, hands dancing to the same tune and then a different one until Wren’s head began to spin.
Her eyes fluttered closed as she surrendered, no longer sure who was doing what, content to ride the electrical storm thundering in her brain. Her inner thighs were soaked and she spread her legs, wanting to be touched there, kissed, licked, fucked. But they stayed at her breasts, nipping, laving, sucking while their hands remained north of her crotch. She threaded her fingers in their hair, knowing the shorter cut was Adam’s, and stroked down the nape of their necks to their shoulders.
Their mouths kissed wet paths to join their hands and when they licked around her navel and made her skin flutter, her back arched. She sucked in a breath, digging her nails into their backs.
“Enough kissing better,” she groaned.
“Girl most likely to what?” Adam asked.
Wren pressed her lips together, only for them to burst apart a moment later when a soft mouth settled over her swollen folds. The muscles of her sex clenched and she cried out.
“Together,” Adam whispered.
The two fingers taking turns sliding inside her belonged to both of them. They held her legs apart with their bodies, their faces pressed in the junction of her thighs. Two fingers thrusting in and out of her, a tongue fluttering over her clit before another took its place, and Wren knew she was being shared in every way.
“You are so bloody sexy,” Tomas muttered into her groin.
Their caresses were relentless and the ache in her body grew until it had to burst. She felt as though she was being touched everywhere. They moved on her and around her until she floated in a sea of sensation.
Their fingers moved in unison, spearing her together and then taking turns, thrusting slowly then fast. They rubbed her clit until something bright detonated in her head and her muscles tightened and went into spasms. She stiffened with a loud cry, caught in a seismic shock, her climax so powerful she couldn’t breathe. Wren dissolved beneath their relentless mouths and hands and imagined the bed was swallowing her.
When she opened her eyes and lifted her head, they were staring at her, her cream on their satisfied, smug faces.
“We can go to sleep now,” she said and slumped.
“Damn. Have we broken her already?” Tomas asked.
“She needs a jump start.”
Tomas’ strong arms lifted her and held her against his chest while Adam settled in the middle of the bed. He caressed his own cock as Tomas nibbled her ear. Pre-cum slid down Adam’s shaft smearing his fingers as he slid his hand up and down. Wren was barely able to think. They only had to look at her to make her fall apart. She was incapable of resisting them, unable to contemplate life without them. She didn’t care what people thought about them being a three. She hoped if her parents understood already they could accept it, but knew for the first time in her life with them, she’d rebel if they told her to give the guys up. To give one of them up was unthinkable.
“Going to take both of us?” Tomas whispered.
Forever. “Where? Bowling?” she blurted.
Tomas laughed. He shifted her until she straddled Adam’s body and while Adam held the base of his cock, Tomas positioned her over the tip. When she tried to sink down, Tomas stopped her. Adam arched his hips to rub his cock over her aching sex and when it settled at the entrance to her body, he groaned.
“Now,” Tomas said and dragged her down onto Adam as Adam bucked off the bed.
“Ohhhh,” Wren wailed.
Tomas slid his hands down her body to her waist and pressed her harder against Adam.
“You missed,” she said.
She felt Tomas chuckling against her shoulder. Adam’s eyes had closed, his face strained. For a long moment, no one moved. The only sound was heavy breathing.
Then the heat of Tomas’ body disappeared and she heard a drawer open.
“Looking for a book?” Wren asked.
“Yep, Sex for Dummies. Not sure what to do next.”
Adam shook beneath her and they groaned together.
“Oh God,” Adam muttered. “It’s hard enough to lie here without you two making me laugh.”
“Then move,” Tomas said.
Adam needed no more encouragement. He lifted her until his cock almost slipped free, and then dragged her down. The sensation of his thick cock sliding inside her, filling her so deeply, pushed her straight back into the climb as if she’d not just had a massive orgasm. When Tomas settled behind her and put his mouth against the place where she and Adam were joined, Wren let out a series of breathy cries.
“Tomas,” Adam moaned. “If you’re going to do that, get your cock up here.”
Tomas swiveled round and Adam brought his co
ck to their mouths. Wren licked up the prominent vein on the underside while Adam laved the head. Then Adam began to rock into her and she groaned around Tomas’ dick before letting her mouth fall to his balls. She took the tight sac into her mouth and sucked gently.
“Christ,” Tomas blurted. “Good thing we have the rest of our lives to prove we don’t always come at the speed of sound.”
Wren laughed while she mouthed his balls and Tomas shuddered. He lay on his side, lifted her thigh and sucked harder at the point Adam’s cock entered her body. Adam was busy letting Tomas’ cock slip and slide between his lips and Wren shifted to join in, her mouth moving between lips and cock, tangy pre-cum making her mouth water.
She struggled in a maelstrom of emotions, her body building toward release while the guys traveled on different paths to the same place. Wren burned with desire, with energy, with love.
I love them.
Her orgasm didn’t creep up like a familiar friend but leapt on her like a fun-filled stranger. She burst like a supernova, and every molecule of her body flew apart and then came back together. Too soon. She wanted the feeling back.
Tomas licked her butt while Adam increased the tempo of his thrusts, his breathing erratic as he panted onto her face and onto Tomas’ cock. Wren slid her tongue around the dip under the head of Tomas’ shaft and then pulled the crest into her mouth and sucked fast. A spurt of pre-cum coated her tongue and she sucked harder.
Adam tensed and his breathing hitched. His fingers tightened on her hips and then as he exhaled, warm jets of cum bathed her sex. Wren groaned and Tomas’ cock slipped from her mouth.
“Ahhhh,” Adam moaned.
When Wren tried to get Tomas’ cock back in her mouth, he twisted round until his head was next to theirs. She licked a sticky smear from his cheek and he shuddered.
“I want your ass,” he whispered. “Please? Granite-man beneath you will go hard again in a blink. You’ll feel both of us inside you and we’ll feel each other.”
Tomas slid his hand down her back and pressed his fingers into the crease of her butt. Wren went rigid. Adam stared straight into her eyes and asked without speaking.
“It’s okay,” she whispered. “I’m only a little bit freaked out.”
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