Liberation (9 page)

Her pussy contracted sharply around Nuri and he dropped his head on the pillow.  His hips rocked more purposefully against her.  Having them both inside her was a sensation that was new, unusual, and dangerously seductive.

Within minutes, both men were fully hard and building the strength of their thrusts into her body.  Barely able to hold her own weight with the way her arms shook, Fahad wrapped an arm around her midsection to help and Nuri adjusted an arm along her chest while he held her shoulder. 

“I’ve dreamed of this…the reality was far better.  More.” 

Bracing her with strong hands, they went harder and she cried out, both of them filling her completely as an orgasm took her.  It felt as though every cell had a mind of its’ own and she could do nothing but exist between them. 

They didn’t slow as they drove her through it.  Whispering to her, kissing her, and stroking her skin, she wanted to cry with the enormity of the pleasure. 

“Let it take you, Marci.  You are so passionate and giving.  We have you and we will not let you go,” Fahad murmured at her back. 

Staring into her face, Nuri added, “You feel incredible when you come.  I could stay like this forever with your pussy wrapped around me.”

“Don’t stop.”

“Never, Marci.” 

“Please come for me.  I need to feel it, to know you feel what I’m feeling.” 

Gripping the back of her neck, Nuri ground out, “I feel as if I have
never
experienced pleasure before this moment.  My mind and heart are engaged in ways they have never been.  The way my body feels cannot be compared to anything else.” 

“You are the fulfillment of every dream, Marci,” Fahad said with his forehead against her back.  “You haunt my every thought.  My heart aches when I am not near you.  The sexual pleasure is beyond explanation.  How I love you.” 

“I…I’m coming.”  She had no control over her limbs and she screamed as they went harder, their hands flexing on her flesh as a climax that bordered on pain detonated from head to toe. 

Eyes closed, she absorbed the sexual sounds made by their bodies crashing into each other, the way they held her, the barely audible string of Arabic one of them whispered, and the way they said her name over and over.

At the height of her orgasm, they both slammed to the root of their cocks inside her and shouted to the room.  The heat of their release filled the condoms and she’d never noticed such a thing with other lovers. 

Unable to speak coherently, she whimpered, gasped, and collapsed between them.  Nuri’s heart pounded beneath her cheek and Fahad’s pressed against her back. 

Both of them shook almost violently and it made her smile. 

“Love you…love you.  Near and Far.”  She would not remember saying the words. 

* * * * *

The sun was setting when Marci opened her eyes.  Her men – definitely
her men
– slept deeply on either side of her.  Their bodies were entwined and she loved having them hold her. 

She must have slept through the aftermath of their lovemaking.  Her body was clean and beneath the blankets.  It didn’t make her embarrassed since it had been the culmination of months of longing.  It was bound to be a little overwhelming. 

For a long time, she listened to them breathe and found a peace that had been elusive her entire life. 

She’d discovered her place.  A woman with her own mind, her own interests, and her own goals, she was finally where she was meant to be.  Between men who desired her, respected her, and loved her. 

One of their stomach’s growled and she realized she was starving.  Bringing them awake with soft touches and kisses, she whispered, “A shower, food, and another round.  Please and thank you.” 

They woke up laughing and soon had her moaning and begging.  Sometimes the order of things got mixed up.

She didn’t mind.

August 2015

Marci hung up her phone, excited about the house party the cousins were throwing on their estate to give her another much-needed weekend off. 

They were practically living together at her condo in the city or at their home.  No one had ever co-existed in her space but she loved having them close. 

Natalia and Hudson planned to be there.  It was the first time they’d taken off since returning from their honeymoon.  The twins and Teddy were bringing their husbands.  The girls would bring their men and she wondered at the hijinks Tawny would get up to whenever Riya wasn’t looking.

Brie had been more or less missing since Hudson’s wedding to his oldest friend.  All of them gossiped about her behind her back and cackled madly as they speculated about what she was up to.  She’d issued a tentative
yes
about the weekend but didn’t know if her lovers would join her. 

They planned to grill her for every detail. 

Marci thought about Fahad and Nuri.  Their relationship continued to fascinate her.  It was so different than every other in her history. 

Her schedule was still insane but finally easing enough to see them more often and she was grateful for every minute. 

In the months since they’d brought her back from physical and mental exhaustion, they’d introduced her to pleasures she’d never known.  She wouldn’t have even had the knowledge to dream about them. 

She knew so much more now. 

The thought made her smile.  All her adult life, she hadn’t really placed much weight on sexual interactions.  Now it derailed her thoughts regularly.

To her quiet office, she murmured, “I was a late bloomer.”  Then she snickered.  “You got a whole
garden
now, dirty girl.” 

Danielle knocked on the door and grinned when she saw Marci standing at the window.  “You look younger and happier every day.  I love those young men something fierce.” 

“Me, too.”  She glimpsed a visitor in Danielle’s seating area.  “Ah, Owen Douglas is here.  Please send him in.”

“Right away.  Can I get you anything?”  Marci shook her head and her assistant returned to her reception desk.  “She’ll see you now, Mr. Douglas.”

The good looking developer picked up his briefcase and nodded at the older woman before entering her office. 

They shook hands and she chose one of the two chairs on the other side of her desk.  He settled in the other.  She thought he had lovely brown eyes that seemed genuinely kind.

Angling toward him with a smile, she said, “It’s such a pleasure to meet you Mr. Douglas. I’m a huge fan of your warehouse rejuvenation for the homeless. What can I do for you?”

“After your father passed, I wanted to give you time to breathe and get your feet under you with the company I knew you’d assume.  I appreciate you making time to meet with me.  Your mother prohibited an introduction between us all the years you were growing up. 

Marci frowned. “I don’t understand.”

“I’m Victoria’s son.”

Marci felt as if the world flipped sideways.  “Oh my
god...
”

“She left me with her father here in New York when I was two weeks old. Last week, I met her face to face for the first time.  I’ll be forty in a few days.”  His smile was gentle and she struggled to comprehend what was happening.  “I felt you needed to know what she had to say to me after four decades.”

“I...wait. I have a
brother
?”  She swallowed hard.  “I’m thirty.  You would have been
ten
when I was born.  How…oh
god
, this is both wonderful and terrible.  Why am I just learning of you?” 

“I was quite the dirty little secret. Only my grandfather prevented her from disposing of me quietly.  I had no doubt that she would have hidden all knowledge of me.”

“I never knew.  I don’t think my father...”

“He knew of me,” Owen interrupted gently.  “He provided the seed money for my first venture. It was a loan I proudly paid back within two years. Victoria...was
not
pleased.”

The enormity of his words slammed into her heart and she pressed her palm there to ease the shock.  “Dad
knew
about you...and didn’t tell me?  He died and never told me I had a brother?” 

“I’m sure you must be upset. Thankfully, we survived her genetics.”  She could tell that he chose his words carefully. “Your father was under her spell in ways you and I cannot understand. He truly
loved
her and as a result, she caused him no end of pain, Miss Canfield.”

“Marci.  Call me Marci.”  Reaching out, she touched his arm. “Were you
safe
?  As a child, were you okay?”

Her mind reeled with the knowledge that she’d had an older brother all her life and that three decades had passed before meeting him.

He placed his hand over hers. “Yes.  I was safe and loved, Marci.  I cannot imagine the torment you experienced under the same roof.”  Inhaling carefully, he added quietly, “Victoria hates us, both of us. It’s important that you
know
this, that you fully
understand
it. She wishes to see you destroyed as she once wished for me.”

From his briefcase, he removed a stack of papers that he handed her.  “Here are basic things you’ll need to confirm I’m telling the truth.  I want
nothing
from you, Marci.  I have no negative feelings in regards to you or your father. I need you to take what I’m telling you about Victoria seriously. I’m sorry to be the one to bring you such information.”

With a small frown, she took the paperwork and leafed through it.  A copy of Owen Douglas’s birth certificate listed her mother’s name.  There was no name listed for a father. 

The next pages made her heart race in terror.  “The day she came to see me, I suspected her latest schemes were not her first attempt to have you harmed.  I did some digging.  Fifteen years is not so much in the age of technology.  I’m friends with a few people who were able to find the following images…from your time in Dubai.” 

Her hands started to shake as she took in images of Victoria with the redheaded man who tried to kidnap her.  The man she’d killed with her own two hands. 

In the photo, they were on the balcony of a hotel.  There were several shots of them talking, exchanging money, and finally kissing passionately. 

Placing the pages on her desk, she ran for the restroom.  Moments later, Danielle entered to help her as she lost everything she’d eaten. 

Owen stood at the window, a look of sadness on his face when she emerged.  “I’m sorry, Marci.  You had to know.  Your security team likely sees her as a horrible person but not a serious threat.”  Shaking his head, he said clearly, “She is both.”

Danielle looked back and forth between them.  She was confused about what had transpired and didn’t know what to do. 

Inhaling carefully with her hand over her aching stomach, she instructed, “Get Tyler in here and please let the Ghonims know I need them to come when they are available.  Let them know I’m safe but it’s urgent.  Don’t frighten them, Dani.”

Nodding curtly, the woman walked rapidly from the room.  Seconds later, Tyler entered and unbuttoned his jacket. 

“I’m fine, Tyler.  I need you to see these.”  Meeting his eyes, she whispered, “I know Dad would have told you…about what happened?” 

Frowning, her bodyguard took the pages.  “You mean in Dubai?  Yes, your entire team was briefed.”  One side of his mouth lifted in a smile.  “Pritchard didn’t want us to underestimate your ability to help in your protection.” 

“Look at those.”

Taking them to her desk, he spread out the pages.  “Holy shit.”  The words were almost inaudible.  After several minutes, he met her eyes.  “She won’t get past us.  However, I never would have thought her capable of going to such lengths.” 

Straightening, he buttoned his jacket.  “I need to meet with the team.”  Inclining his head at Owen, he asked Marci, “You’re alright?”

“This is my brother…Owen Douglas.”  Tyler’s eyes went wide.  “Victoria hid him from me.  God forbid if I’d had an ally.” 

“Life with you is never boring.  I’ll be right outside.”  Nodding to them, the head of her security left the office.

Joining Owen at the window, she stared up into a face that was clearly kind and intelligent.  “Will you let me get to know you?”

“I’d like that, Marci.” 

“I only had Dad and sometimes my grandmother growing up.  It would have been great to have a brother.”  She gave him a careful smile.  “I know you by reputation.  You showed her you didn’t need anything she had to offer.” 

Leaning forward slightly, he murmured, “So did you.  Well done on surviving in the lion’s den.  I often wonder if she’d have made me a sociopath had she kept me with her.” 

“I think not.”  Tugging her lower lip between her teeth, she considered.  “Will you stay a little while?  Tell me about your life?” 

“Let’s have dinner in a few weeks.  I want to give you time to verify what I’ve told you and formulate any questions you might have.  Besides, your men will enter any minute ready to slay unknown dragons.”

A blush crawled up her neck before she was able to snuff it out.  “You…know about my relationship with the Ghonims?” 

He nodded with a grin.  “I imagine it takes two men to keep up with the schedule you maintain.  No worries and no judgment from me.  I’m just glad we made it to this point.  It was a pleasure to meet you at last, Marci.” 

“You, too.  Thank you for warning me.” 

“She’s livid that you’ve thrown her out of your life and out of the company.  When she came to me, she thought I’d be glad of her attention after forty years.  She ranted about you as if we have had a relationship all this time and I’d somehow be on her side.  She kept saying that you didn’t know who you were dealing with but she’d show you.” 

“Oh my god…” 

“It made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.”  Returning to his briefcase, he removed a linen envelope.  “I’m hosting a gala at the Met next month to christen the homeless warehouse project.  It was my excuse to see you but it’s actually the truth.” 

Her smile felt like it covered her entire face.  “I have a special place in my heart for the homeless as well.  I’ll be there.” 

They shook hands and he held hers between his own.  He was a big man, over six feet tall.  The summer sun had bleached strands of his dark blonde hair to platinum and he sported a light tan. 

“Take care of yourself, Marci.  Since I lost grandfather, you are now the only relative I have…that I’ll claim.” 

Leaning, he kissed her cheek.  Then he picked up his briefcase and gave her a wink.  “See you soon, little sister.” 

She was incapable of anything but grinning and giving him a wave.  Time passed while she stood staring at the closed door, lost in thought, and when the Ghonims busted through it, she startled violently. 

Nuri barked, “You are safe,
kalby
?”  She nodded and he pressed his hand over his chest.  “I need to hug you.” 

Fahad didn’t speak but held her so tight that it almost hurt.  They were breathing heavily. 

When they satisfied themselves that she was okay, they pulled back to look into her face.  Over the next hour, she told them everything about her meeting with Owen. 

They were in shock at the connections between her kidnappers in Dubai and her mother. 

Fahad hissed, “She will not
touch
you, Marci.” 

“I would kill her myself if she dared,” Nuri added.

Leading them to the couch, she settled between them and they angled toward her with fierce expressions. 

“I have a brother.”  They blinked in confusion, trying to change gears from their fury.  “I never had a brother before and now I have a brother.” 

“Darling,
Victoria
…” 

“I don’t care.  Our teams will stop her.  The important thing is that I have a brother.  Family I didn’t know I had.  A big brother who didn’t even bat an eye about my relationship with the two of you.  You both have lots of family but…it’s always been just me by myself.” 

Their smiles were slow as they recognized how happy she was about meeting Owen Douglas. 

“Tell us about your brother, Marci.”  Nuri reached out to smooth her hair. 

Fahad settled against the couch and held her hand.  “It must be shocking to discover a long lost brother at thirty.  What was your first thought?” 

She talked for a long time about her impressions.  Then she stood and walked to her door.  Locking it securely, she started undressing on her return to them. 

“Let’s celebrate.  Strip down, fuck me, and make me come until I pass out.”

They were on their feet beside her instantly.  Planting kisses on her neck, they whispered together, “As you wish…”