Her Alpha Avengers [The Hot Millionaires #7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (9 page)

As soon as her legs were in position, he grabbed a pillow and shoved it under her ass, ready to drive even deeper. She groaned as he made his intention plain with deeds rather than words, moving with him every step of the way.

“That better?”

“Much,” she said, her voice now tinged with desperation.

“Feel me deep inside you, Sabine. Feel how big I am. That’s your fault.” He brought a hand down over her ass. “You’ve gotten me out of control.”
Whack.
“Come for me, baby. Let it go.”

“I am. I can feel it building. Give me it harder, I…argh! Here it is.”

She thrashed about beneath him, her hair a wild tangle on the pillows, as he continued to spank her butt and pummel her sweet cunt. She tightened round him more than he’d imagined possible and pulled the sperm from him as her pleasure communicated itself to him. It shot deep into her as she screamed at him to fuck her harder still.

Fin did precisely that.

“Wow!”

Sabine’s après-sex conversation could probably use some work, but she didn’t have the energy to even think coherently right now, much less summon up the right words to express her appreciation for Fin’s skill as a lover. She just wanted to wallow in a postcoital abyss for the time being and let all her worries take care of themselves.

She fell into Fin’s arms, too boneless to move. The only sound in the room was Mulligan’s soft snoring as he lay with his huge head resting on equally huge front paws. His ears twitched as, presumably, he dreamed about all those squirrels he never managed to catch. Sabine circled a finger lazily over Fin’s gorgeous chest, tangling it with the hairs there and zoning in on his nipple, wondering if days were supposed to be this good.

“Thanks,” she said, leaning up on one elbow to place a chaste kiss on his cheek.
Far more eloquent, Sabine.

Fin laughed. “My pleasure.”

“Sorry if I kind of highjacked your services. You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“I disagree,” he said. “It was absolutely the right place and time.”

“There’s no need to be gallant. We both know it was just sex.”

Fin quirked a brow. “Was it?”

“No clinging, remember.”

“Whom are you trying to convince?”

Good question, Sabine thought. She still had trouble believing that Fin was actually here with her, virile and warm, emitting a not-entirely-civilized male aura as he gazed down at her with unsettling intensity. She used his broad chest as a pillow while he ran a finger gently down the curve of her hip, showing no inclination to run for the hills now that the act was over.

“Never try to deny your sexuality, babe,” he said softly.

“I don’t, exactly. It’s more a case of priorities.”

“Just because your mother was taken for a ride, it doesn’t mean that every man on the planet has an agenda.”

“I know that.”

“I’m not sure that you do.” He paused. “You were talking to Gabe and Otto about their reasons for us being here, I gather.”

She nodded. These guys were close and obviously didn’t have secrets from one another. “I didn’t mean to pry. I guess I just have a curious nature.”

“It was a reasonable enough question, given that you’re our guest.”

“A question that you get asked a lot?”

“Not that often. We like our privacy, and not too many people get invited in to see the setup.”

“Then I feel honoured.” She smiled at him, kissed the tip of her forefinger, and placed it against his lips. “You have a story, too, I’m thinking. A reason why you won’t commit to one woman.” She shook her head. “Not that that’s what I’m asking of you. I already told you, I don’t do commitment, either.”

“No big mystery,” Fin said, his expression closing down. “I was engaged to a woman I loved very much, but she was killed in a car wreck.”

“Oh, Fin, I’m so sorry.” She reached up to touch his face, unsure what else she could do to apologize for stirring up memories he’d obviously prefer to keep buried. “That’s awful.”

“Yeah, it was, but it was five years ago now.” He sighed. “Life goes on, and I’m not averse to commitment. I just haven’t found anyone who measures up to Debbie yet.”

“I understand.” She closed her eyes, wishing she could have the past couple of minutes over again so they could talk about something mundane like world peace, the falling stock market, or a cure for AIDS. At least that way she could avoid causing him the sort of pain that had spoiled the mood. “How do you get over something that traumatic?”

“Not easily. All that crap about time being a great healer is garbage.” He glowered at nothing in particular, withdrawing to a place where she couldn’t reach him. “Trust me. I know about what I speak.”

“Is that why you decided to move to Florida? To put it behind you and make a fresh start?”

He kissed the end of her nose. “Perceptive is what you are,” he said softly.

He appeared to have snapped out of his personal version of hell, and she felt closer to him again. Sabine yawned and closed her eyes, feeling comfortable and safe with Fin holding her so protectively against him. She felt even more privileged that he’d told her about his dead fiancée.

“You’re beat,” Fin said. “Hit the shower and then get some rest. We’ll have dinner early and then see how far Otto’s got with his snooping.”

“Hmm, do I have to move?”

He tapped her butt, hard. “Get in the shower, wench.”

“Join me,” she said, snagging her arms round his neck.

Fin laughed and extricated himself from her grasp. “Later,” he said. “I’ve got stuff to do.”

Before she could devise a way to persuade him, he’d dropped a light kiss on her forehead, collected his scattered clothes, and was gone.

“Damn,” Sabine said aloud. Mulligan jerked awake and cocked his head to one side, ready to act as her sounding board. “What do you reckon?” she asked him. “Have I just made a massive fool of myself?”

Mulligan expressed no opinion, but Sabine decided that if she had, she simply didn’t care. She might have come on to Fin, but women were allowed to do that sort of thing in these enlightened times, weren’t they? Besides, he hadn’t taken much persuading. She hugged the pillow Fin’s head had rested on, conscious of his distinctive masculine aroma still clinging to it. She thrust it aside again, telling herself to get a grip.

“It was just sex,” she told Mulligan.

If she said it enough she might actually start to believe it. In truth, it was unlike any sexual encounter she’d previously experienced. Fin was demanding yet considerate, disciplined yet abandoned, wild yet controlled. She sensed that he’d given her an easy time of it today, allowing her to break the rules and express her wishes without waiting to be asked. The next time he’d really want to dominate her and would do a very great deal more than just spank her.

Would there be a next time? He’d implied that there would be and that it would involve more than just him. Incredibly, Gabe and Otto were keen to have a share of her, but would she do it? The prospect of a threesome with her previous lover and another woman hadn’t appealed. The mere prospect of being fucked by three Greek gods simultaneously reheated her body and caused her pussy to throb. It would appear that Sabine Hilton, single-minded and totally focused on one thing and one thing only, had morphed into a stranger.

“Time to have some fun,” she told Mulligan decisively as she left the bed and gave his ears a quick tug.

Sabine headed for the shower and reluctantly washed all traces of Fin from her body before shampooing her hair. Then she returned to the crumpled bed and, mindless of her damp hair, fell into the first dreamless sleep she’d experienced for months.

The smell of cooking woke her some hours later. She was starving—and embarrassed. Fin would have told the others what they’d done. What she instigated, she amended. And now she had to face them. Well, damn it, she had nothing to be ashamed of, and she had no intention of behaving as though she did.

She rummaged through her clothes. It didn’t take long. She owned only what she’d been able to pack into one suitcase before she boarded the plane to come to the States. All her other possessions were in a storage facility back in England. That included the few pieces of her mother’s furniture that she couldn’t bring herself to sell, even though she had desperately needed the money.

Sabine selected a simple sheath dress that had a high neckline and finished just above her knee. She didn’t intend to give the impression that she was trying to lure them into something, even if she was.
Whoa, where did that thought come from?

Her hair had dried all crinkly whilst she slept. With a wry grin, Sabine brushed it out as best she could and left it loose. She didn’t bother with any makeup, other than a dash of lip gloss, and examined her reflection critically. There was something different about her that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. An awareness in her eyes, perhaps, following her sexathon with Fin? It reflected her feeling that a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Whether that was because she’d gotten laid or because the guys were helping with the search for Pearson she couldn’t have said, nor did she much care. It was simply the way that it was.

“Here we go,” she said to Mulligan, ruffling his ears. “Do you need to go outside, baby?”

He barked just once, which she took to be a
yes
. She laughed and they made their way downstairs together. She headed for the terrace so Mulligan could lift his leg against another expensive shrub, thinking she had the place to herself. She was wrong. All three guys sat there drinking beer, sporting identical grins.

“Afternoon, Sabine,” Otto said, saluting her with his bottle. “Sleep well?”

“She didn’t
do
much sleeping,” Gabe remarked. “Lothario here saw to that.” He gestured toward Fin. “Why is he always the one to get the action?”

Fin leaned back casually on one elbow, all lithe muscle and graceful coordination. He winked at her but didn’t speak. Mulligan ran off after a heron. The bird took off with a loud clatter of wings, which set the dog barking and the guys laughing. Sabine watched his antics, using them as an excuse to delay responding to the guys’ banter. They were teasing her, but not unkindly, and their attitude imbued her with a confidence she was unaware she possessed.

“You only had to ask, Gabe,” she said sweetly, taking the seat next to him.

He placed one warm hand possessively on her knee. “Now she tells us.”

“Drink?” Otto asked.

“White wine, please.”

There was a bar in the corner of the terrace, and Otto got up to fix her drink.

“Thanks,” she said when he handed her a large glass of crisp white wine. She took a sip and closed her eyes in appreciation. “I need this.”

“From what I hear,” Otto said, running a finger down her bare arm, “there’re a lot of things you need that we could help you with.”

She canted her head. “Possibly. Depends what you have to tell me about Pearson.”

“She’s a hard woman,” Gabe said with a theatrical sigh. “Everything’s a trade-off.”

“Welcome to the real world, buddy,” Fin said, speaking for the first time.

“Well,” Otto said smugly, “if we’re trading favours, then I get to be head of the queue ’cause I know quite a lot more about Spencer than I did earlier.”

Sabine jerked upright. “Tell me,” she said, all thoughts of flirting with her avengers fleeing her brain.

“He was living in a halfway house in Bradenton.”

“A place for ex-cons,” Gabe explained in response to her quizzical frown.

“I’ve got someone talking to people down there, seeing if he was tight with anyone else, and we should know soon. I’m not holding my breath about that, though.”

“Why not?” Sabine asked, taking another healthy sip of her wine. “I’d have thought that sort of place would be a hotbed of dodgy doings.”

“Dodgy what?” Fin asked, sharing a grin with the others.

“It’s an English expression,” she said loftily. “Do you need me to translate?”

“I think we get the picture,” Gabe said, grinning.

“Yeah,” Otto added. “Those places don’t exactly turn out upstanding citizens, but most of the inhabitants are on parole, too afraid to step out of line for fear of being locked up again.”

“So you think Spencer was recruited elsewhere?” Sabine mangled her lower lip between her teeth as she thought it through. “That makes sense, I guess.”

“My buddy came up with the goods, and it seems he shared a cell for a while with a charming character by the name of Al Cavendish. He’s a well-connected facilitator, apparently. I only just got his name and haven’t had a chance to find out anything more than that yet.”

“The sort of person that Pearson would have been directed toward if he asked in the right quarters for someone to help him out with a problem,” Fin explained.

Sabine’s heart rate increased. Could it be that they were getting somewhere already?

“Don’t get your hopes up,” Gabe said, the hand that was on her knee now gently caressing her thigh. “We need to check this guy out.”