I want this. I want this.
As Adam firmly stroked and circled the tight ring of muscles, he also massaged the root of his cock. He found the place guaranteed to drive him wild and pleasure began to swim more strongly along Tomas’ veins. When one finger finally breached the resistant circle of muscle, he relaxed into it. He lifted his mouth from Wren’s to take a breath and Adam rested against his back, his teeth nipping Tomas’ shoulder.
“I’m not going to last ten seconds inside you,” Adam whispered. “You’re tight.”
A trail of pre-cum dripped from Tomas’ cock onto Wren’s belly. Wren wiped it off and brought her hand to her mouth. Oh God. If he didn’t close his eyes, he was going to be in serious trouble. Except closing his eyes was the last thing he wanted to do. Wren stroked his cheek with her thumbs and smiled at him. The feel of Adam’s thick finger driving into his ass felt good and bad at the same time, the burn a mix of pleasure and pain. Tomas wanted to stay, wanted to run. But little by little, discomfort trickled away until only enjoyment remained.
“Think you’ll last ten seconds inside Wren?” Adam asked.
Tomas groaned as the guy reached round to grab his cock, rubbing it against Wren’s glistening folds. She slid her hands up to hold Tomas’ head.
“Oh God,” Tomas moaned.
Adam pressed down on Tomas’ balls with the heel of his hand and then played his fingers higher to grip under the crown, more pre-cum sliding from the tip to fall on Wren’s sex. Adam’s finger kept slipping in and out of his ass and Tomas started a complex mathematical equation in his head. He was not going to come before they did.
Tomas rubbed Wren’s clit with his thumb, intensifying the pressure, and to his surprise she unraveled with a long groan, cream flooding his palm.
“Oh God,” she wailed. “I was trying to hang on. You two need bags over your heads.”
Adam laughed. Tomas couldn’t manage that.
When a second finger pressed into his rectum and expertly curled to caress his prostate, he only just swallowed his whimper. If Adam kept doing that he was going to explode over Wren like a volcano. His balls drew up tighter to the base of his dick and he lost the ability to think. The two fingers inside him scissored and he began to shake. Adam lined up Tomas’ cock against Wren’s sex, which was just as well because he was barely able to focus.
“Don’t move. I’ll be right back,” Adam whispered.
He pulled away from Tomas’ back. Tomas missed the warmth of his body, missed the sensation in his ass and braced for what was to come, pushing his forearms down into the bed. He gave a deep sigh when the thick shaft of Adam’s cock slid between his butt cheeks. The lubed condom glided back and forth and then stopped against his anus.
“Slide into Wren at the same time as I push into you.”
As the rounded head of Adam’s cock pressed and popped through Tomas’ asshole, he thrust his cock into Wren. She gasped in unison with him and arched her hips to wrap her legs around both of them. At that point of complete union, when there was no farther to go, their bodies one unit, the three of them froze like sculptured marble.
“Jeeeesus,” Adam exhaled the word. “Whatever you do, nobody move.”
Wren’s eyes were glazed. Tomas suspected his were the same.
“Okay?” Adam whispered.
Tomas shivered in pleasure as his body adjusted to the intrusion.
“Completely stuffed,” Wren blurted.
The vibration of Adam’s burst of laughter rumbled through Tomas.
“I’ve got that plug in, remember?” she asked. “Oh God. Should I have taken it out?”
“No,” Adam grunted. “The whole point was to have it in so you could feel what it would be like to have the two us doing this instead of Tomas and Mr. Blob.”
Good thing Adam had the ability to explain because Tomas’ mind was on a fast track to completion. The slight burn at his asshole faded and he felt his muscles spasm around Adam’s cock. His own cock was wrapped in perfect bliss, held tight in the warmth of Wren’s body. It felt so good without a condom that Tomas struggled to hold his body back from racing toward explosion. As telltale signs of an approaching orgasm simmered in his veins, he wondered if he could come without even thrusting.
Adam licked his neck and without warning bit the lobe of his ear.
“What was that for?” he yelped, the sharp pain flicking his brain away from what was galloping toward him.
“We have to make Wren come again before we do. Think we can?”
Tomas stared at the soft swell of her breasts as they rose and fell, her body squeezed his cock and he sighed.
Adam growled and began to push in and out of Tomas as Tomas drove into Wren. His mind overwhelmed by the needs of his body, he fell into the rhythm Adam set, letting Adam’s thrust push him harder against her. Light stubble scraped his back, he could hear the swift pace of Adam’s breathing, feel his nails digging into his hips. His ass clenched and then relaxed as the tight band of muscle stretched around the base of the guy’s cock. When his prostate came in for a share of the pleasure, a cry burst from deep inside Tomas’ throat.
Every forward drive sent ribbons of fire fluttering through his body. Every clench of Wren’s muscles intensified the ache in his gut. Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. I can’t hang on. He needed to come so badly his entire body ached for it. Wren orgasmed, her body stiffening beneath him but Tomas couldn’t stop now, his cock was about to catch fire. White lights flashed in his vision, his balls knotted up tight and he exploded with a loud cry. Adam’s shaft felt bigger, he changed from long thrusts to short jabs and then he was coming too.
Tomas’ dick kept pulsing and Wren tightened around him, milking him as Adam clung to his back, filling him. The three of them panted as if they’d run a race. In a way they had but there were only winners, no losers.
“Fuck,” Adam whispered.
He rolled, taking Tomas and Wren with him so they lay on their sides still joined. Adam’s hand slid over Tomas’ shoulder to stroke Wren’s face.
“When can we do that again?” she whispered.
“Christmas,” Adam said and Tomas laughed.
Wren closed her eyes, emotions tumbling inside her. God, I can’t love them. I can’t. As safe as she’d felt a moment ago, wrapped in their embrace, now she was afraid because she loved them too much. Oh crap. Adam was going to go back to London and bury himself in his work. Tomas would get trawled deeper and deeper into Marco’s shit and he’d keep away from her because he’d be scared she’d get pulled in too.
Tomas’ softening cock slipped out of her and she bit her lip. He’d leave her like all the other guys she’d been with and this time she’d have a heart too broken to mend. Her father already disapproved of him, but then who’d ever be good enough for her in his eyes?
“Stop it,” Adam whispered.
She wondered what Tomas was doing. She barely had the energy to keep breathing.
“I’m talking to you, sweetheart,” Adam said.
Wren forced her eyes open. “Stop what?”
“Thinking.” He leaned up on his elbow, staring at her over Tomas’ shoulder. Adam smiled. “This is going to work because we’ll make it work.”
I love them. Wren’s heart was so full she struggled not to cry. No point fighting love. She wouldn’t waste time fretting it wouldn’t last or thinking about what had happened before when she’d risked opening her heart. She loved these guys and no one could take that away from her except herself.
I love them. Adam wanted to shout it out but instead he swallowed the words and the emotion that went with them. He’d been sent up here to learn what life was really about and to his complete astonishment he’d found out. He wanted to share his future with these two. He wanted to make them happy and he wouldn’t let this chance slip through his fingers.
I love them. Tomas pulled the feeling into a tight ball and held it in his heart. Whatever happened, this would always be part of him. Ironic really that he had Marco to than
k for it.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Tomas stood in the kitchen, looking from Adam to Wren, knowing he’d lose this fight, but that didn’t mean he’d go down easily.
“Stay here today with Adam,” he said to Wren.
She crossed her arms and glared. “We already agreed it was better to act as normal. I have classes to teach.”
“Don’t worry,” Adam said. “I’ll go with her. I won’t let her out of my sight.”
“I’m worried about you too.” Tomas put his hand to his head and dragged his fingers through his hair, tugging until it hurt. This was why he didn’t get involved.
“Hey.” Adam pulled him into his arms and hugged him. “Too much thinking. Once there’s been an audit of Ezispeke, Marco will be finished.”
“If there’s no reason to arrest him straightaway, he’ll run,” Tomas said.
“A raid on the Headingley house and the three others you say he has? One of the women will talk. This is going to be over before you know it.”
Adam squeezed his hand hard and stared straight into his eyes. They both knew most of the optimism was for Wren’s sake.
Tomas left the house before them and called Julia as he drove away from the city.
“You okay?” she asked.
“Great.”
“Spare me the details on what you got up to with the DCS’s daughter. You do realize what a thin line you’re treading?”
Sometimes it seemed he’d been walking that line all his life.
“The DCS has been trying to call her.”
“She’s lost her phone.”
“Get her to call him.”
“Okay. Marco contacted me this morning. I’m on my way to Adel.”
“Your thoughts?”
“I’d be more concerned if he wanted to meet in the middle of the night at an isolated trading estate. I don’t expect him to butcher me in his home.”
“That doesn’t mean he won’t.”
“Thanks a lot, Julia. I was trying to cheer myself up.”
She laughed. “I spent a long time last night going over everything to see if we missed something that might tip him off.”
In between mind-blowing sex, so had Tomas. “And?”
“Even if he knows who Wren is, you should still be okay for the time being.”
Yeah—should. Marco would either be amused by one of his guys fucking the daughter of a senior police officer, or Tomas was about to come unstuck.
“We followed the boxes you collected yesterday,” Julia said. “They went to an Albanian already under suspicion of drug dealing. But we need another stage of removal before we go in, particularly after this latest fuckup.”
Tomas gritted his teeth. Why the hell is it a fuckup?
“One more thing. Turns out the DCS has more than one troublesome child. His son Matt Ellis, a detective at Garforth, accessed an Interpol database to check names Wren gave him. He also entered your name and the alert came back to me. Needless to say, he’s been warned not to interfere.”
“I’m a couple of streets away from Marco’s. I have to go.”
“Check back with me by noon.”
As he pulled up outside Marco’s home, Tomas willed his heart to keep pumping sensibly and not go into overdrive. It flittered through his head that he might not come out of this house again and he wished he’d told Adam and Wren how much they meant to him. He wasn’t big on expressing his feelings. He’d learned to keep them bottled up tight right from being a small boy.
He grabbed Wren’s folder of information about Ezispeke and exited the car.
Marco opened the door and Tomas assumed that meant Veton was elsewhere. Hopefully nowhere near Ezispeke or Wren and Adam, or waiting inside to surprise him with a chainsaw.
“Come in.” Marco moved aside.
Tomas stepped into the hall and closed the door.
“Sorry I shout yesterday,” Tomas said.
Marco regarded him carefully. “I don’t employ people who have no respect for me.”
“I have respect, but you frighten Wren. That not acceptable.”
“When I see her, I’ll apologize. Is that for me?”
He handed him the folder.
“Come into the kitchen.”
Tomas followed.
“Help yourself to coffee. Pour me one.”
He took mugs from the cupboard and poured two black coffees.
“What are these lines?” Marco pointed to the marks Wren had made.
“Wren drew line under names of students who were in class. Ones below not in class.”
“Why did she do that?”
“Olive ask her to sign register and Wren saw students she never taught. So she ask colleagues and mark their lists too.”
Marco flicked through the sheets and scowled. “Know why I’m pissed off?”
Tomas didn’t want to guess. “Adding names too obvious?”
“That wasn’t a bright move, but no. Olive could have easily dealt with one sharp-eyed hawk masquerading as a little brown bird, but she fucked up. If Wren hadn’t been going out with you, this could have been messy.”
That sounded as though everything was okay, but something had Tomas’ nerves jangling. When in doubt, keep quiet.
“What does Wren say about this?” Marco asked.
“She thinks Olive try to get more money from government.” That made no sense at all, but he wasn’t sure it mattered. He just had to keep Marco from believing Wren knew exactly what was going on.
“How?” Marco asked.
Tomas furrowed his brow. “She say school get grant for more pupils. Has to be certain number to qualify.”
Marco stared straight at him. Tomas had no idea if he’d fall for it. If he checked, he’d find it was a load of bollocks, but that didn’t mean any of it was a lie, just that Wren was stupid.
“Church Street isn’t the obvious route to Dock Street,” Marco said.
Tomas made sure the only expression on his face was a frown. “I never walk it.” Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Jovana!” Marco shouted.
She came in, a sullen look on her bruised face. Dragen was behind her. Tomas leaned against the wall trying to appear relaxed while he worked out how quickly he could grab a knife from the block on the counter. Dragen first, then Marco.
“What happened last night?” Marco asked her.
Jovana pouted. “I told you.”
“Tell me again.”
“Wren walk past. See me and ask what I doing. I tell her truth. When man came, she told me not get in car and when I did, she did too. After we stop, she say to man she police. He drive away. She ask me call Tomas not Veton.”
It could have been worse, Tomas thought. The note Jovana had given Wren sat in his pocket, there to use if he needed it.
“Wren not police,” Tomas said in a firm voice.
“She want help me,” Jovana said. “She don’t like I go with men for money.”
Marco smiled. “Did you ask her to help you?”
Jovana shook her head.
Dragen’s slap across her face caught Tomas as much by surprise as Jovana. She gasped and lifted her hand to her mouth. Another strike and her lip started to bleed. Oh fuck.
“Did you ask Wren to help you?” Marco repeated, his voice perfectly calm.
“No.” Jovana wiped blood from her lip. “Why should I? What could she do? And she his. He work for you. ” She glared at Tomas.
“Did Wren give you money?” Marco asked.
Jovana hesitated and nodded.
“How much of what you eventually gave Dragen came from Wren?”
“All of it. Four hundred pounds.”
Marco laughed. “You’re paying your debt to me with my own money? Take her to the house in Seacroft.”
Dragen and Jovana left and Marco turned to Tomas. “We have a problem.”
Tomas waited.
“Wren appears to disapprove of my business yet she goes out with you and has given you information to help me
.” He sighed. “I don’t trust her.”
“You don’t trust anyone.”
Marco shrugged. “That’s true.”
“She think she love me. She do anything I ask.” If only.
“Then keep her quiet.” Marco gave a slow smile. “If you don’t, I will.”
Tomas nodded. Over his dead body. And he meant it.
“I need you to make another collection for me. Here’s the address.” He handed Tomas a slip of paper. “I want you at Cirque tonight. Behind the bar again. Bring Wren. Let’s see if you trust me.”
Tomas called Julia as he headed back to Leeds and repeated the conversation.
“I didn’t think Jovana would say anything about the money.” Julia sighed. “Not admitting she asked Wren about this friend of hers is a good break for us. It’s lucky Church Street’s en route to Dock Street, even if it isn’t the quickest way to get there. Marco said nothing about Wren’s background?”
“No. Maybe he’s still checking on her. He’d be a fool if he wasn’t, and he’s not a fool. The fact her name’s different to that of her parents is a big plus. She’s not on Facebook, hasn’t done anything to cause or generate a web presence. There are no details online about the DCS’s family. No images I could find apart from ones of him, for obvious reasons.” They’d wised up to terrorists targeting families of important people. Putting photos on the web was asking for trouble.
“On the other hand,” Julia said, “Wren isn’t a common name. One mention of that in the wrong place and Marco will know.”
“He has no reason to link Wren with the chief.”
“I’m working on bringing him down fast, Tomas. I’m not sure we can afford to wait much longer. Apart from the worry you’ve been compromised, I can’t do anything to risk the safety of the DCS’s daughter.”
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