Their Seductress [The Hot Millionaires #1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 5

  Isaac chuckled. “That’s because you’re a greedy little witch,” he drawled in her ear. “You can’t wait to have both our pricks inside you at once, can you? Go on, admit it.”

  Her smile was designed to tantalise. “Perhaps,” she said musingly.

  Without warning he lifted her buttocks from the couch, tore her thong off, and threw it on the floor. His fingers parted her slick folds and delved deep.

  “You’ve got an entire river in full flood in there.”

  “I know.” She giggled. “Ellie used to punish me for being so wet.”

  “Liar. You’re just saying that so I’ll punish you, too.”

  Paige leaned up on one elbow. “I’m not lying. I can’t help it if I get turned on so easily. I have a lot of lost time to make up for. I’m twenty-five years old and only discovered real sex a year ago.”

  “Guess you have a right then,” he said, his eyes alight with amusement.

  Paige reached down and touched his cock. When he didn’t object, she closed her hand round its base and rubbed gently, conscious of it swelling even more beneath her touch.

  “Sweet,” she murmured, increasing the pressure. “Anyone ever tell you a girl could get used to a length like this one?”

  “Once or twice.”

  “Modesty doesn’t become you.”

  “Modesty is for those with something to be modest about.” His laughter saved him from sounding arrogant. “What do you like best?” he asked, kissing the sensitive spot beneath her ear. “Tell me what Nick did that drove you so wild.”

  “I liked it when he went down on me. He was so damned good at licking and sucking until I came in his mouth.” Paige almost came just thinking about the feel of Nick’s tongue on her clit. “I couldn’t get enough of that.”

  “You ever been with a women?”

  “No, women don’t do it for me. I’ve never thought about them that way.”

  Isaac’s hair fell over Paige’s thighs as he bent his head and teased her pussy with the tip of his tongue. Gasping, her legs fell open, and she gouged her fingers across the back of his head, pushing him closer, lifting her hips when he was slow to respond. Several of his long fingers disappeared inside her cunt whilst his lips devoured her clit. She bucked against his hand, thrashing her head from side to side as she teetered on the brink of a climax. She could feel it building deep inside her, could feel the hot, sweeping sensation tingling just out of reach and desperately tried to hold back, knowing how much more intense it would be if she could only withstand this torture for a little longer. Having forbidden her to climax earlier, Isaac now seemed determined that she would. His lips enveloped her clit as his entire hand pushed its way into her vagina.

  When she felt a finger of his other hand pushing at her anus, she knew she’d lost this battle of wills. She screamed his name as pleasure consumed her, thrusting hard against his hand, almost not aware of the finger now fully inserted in her backside.

  “Wow!” she said, gazing distractedly at Isaac when she came back to earth. “What was that?”

  “Just a foretaste of things to come,” he said, looking so smugly satisfied at having made her lose control that she almost clouted him.

  He finally moved over her, his prick twitching and throbbing as he edged it between the lips of her vagina. She lifted her hips to welcome him inside, groaning as he struggled to accommodate himself. She was slick, warm, wet, and fully distended from the attentions of his hand, but he was so large—his cock as thick as her wrist—that it was still a tight fit. Gloriously, mind-blowingly tight. She sighed when he finally worked his way into her, only to cry out when he immediately withdrew again.

  “Where do you think you’re going?”

  “Condom,” he said tersely. “In my room.”

  “It’s okay. I have birth control covered. I take it you’re clean.”

  “You sure?”

  “If you leave this couch now, I swear I’ll make you pay.”

  Isaac laughed. “Not prepared to risk that.” He slowly worked his way back inside her. “Wrap your legs round my waist, babe.”

  Paige didn’t need to be told twice. She lifted her hips clear of the couch, desperate for him to drive as deep as he possibly could. With daylight beneath her, Isaac’s left hand found her anus again and drove one finger inside. With a soft cry, Paige pushed back against it whilst Isaac stayed perfectly in time with her, seeming to anticipate her reaction. The intensity of his thrusts increased, as though he wanted to drive himself into her very soul. Paige wasn’t complaining and kept pace with him, wondering if life was supposed to be this good.

  “I need more,” he gasped. “Put your legs round my neck. I need to get deeper.”

  Paige did as he asked whilst Isaac grabbed a couple of cushions and put them beneath her ass. Now they had it right. Paige had never been penetrated so deeply before. It ought to hurt.

  It felt like heaven.

  “Isaac, fuck me! Just fuck me like you’ve never fucked anyone before. Do it! Do it now. I’m coming.”

  Isaac responded to the desperation in her tone by thrusting into her at a frenetic pace, bashing her head against the arm of the couch each time he drove himself home. Paige barely noticed the discomfort. Her entire attention was focused on the sensations building, on the severity of his assault on her cunt.

  “That’s it, baby. Come for me,” he panted. “Let it go.”

  With a feral scream, Paige did just that. Isaac slapped her buttocks hard as she rode his prick like a woman demented. Her orgasm was even more intense this time and seemed to last for an eternity, spiralling through her in unstoppable waves of spine-tingling pleasure. When she was finally done, his body tensed. He called her filthy names and slapped her ass again as he shot an endless stream of hot sperm deep inside her.

  They collapsed in a sweaty heap in one another’s arms afterward, breathing hard, taking their time to come back to earth.

  “Did I hurt you?” he asked, looking anxious. “I got a bit carried away.”

  “Hurt? Hell no. You’ve taken the tension out of me, the tension that’s been there since Ellie died. Since Doug died, come to think of it.” She smiled at him. “I feel… Well, no one’s ever made me feel the way I do right now.”

  “Glad to be of service, ma’am,” he said, tweaking her nose.

  “And, before you ask, I think Nick’s idea is a brilliant one,” she said.

  Isaac flashed a grin that was pure predatory male. “You realize that you’ll have to do what we tell you, anything we tell you to, without question?” She gulped back the excitement she felt, and nodded. “All night. I reckon Fuller’s as insatiable as I am when it comes to you.”

  Paige licked her lips. “I certainly hope so. But—”

  “You have doubts?” Isaac seemed disappointed. “You have to be one-hundred percent willing, otherwise it’s a nonstarter.

  “Not so much doubts, more a condition.”

  “Name it.”

  “Well, it’s hard to put into words.” She lifted her shoulders. “It’s just that I’m a Jonah.” Isaac, hugely relieved, laughed and was about to speak, but Paige stayed him with a gesture. “I loved Doug, and now he’s gone. I loved Ellie, and she’s been taken from me, too.” She focused bereft eyes on Isaac’s face, pleading with him to take her seriously. This really mattered to her. “Don’t you see, I’m bad news,” she cried. “I’ll play with you and Nick. You can have my body any which way you like, but my emotions, and my heart, won’t be joining the party.”

  Isaac pulled her into his arms and gently kissed the top of her head. “Whatever works for you, babe.”

  “Sorry to interrupt,” said a voice from the doorway. Nick was leaning there, watching them, an indolent smile playing about his lips. Paige had no idea how long he’d been there but, knowing him, probably all the time. He was a bit of a voyeur. “We have company. Lieutenant Weir’s here to see us.”

  Chapter Six

  “I didn’t hear the door,” Isaac sa
id.

  He levered himself from the couch, pulled on his pants, and extended a hand to help Paige up. He was surprised by her prim determination not to get emotionally involved, wondering why he hadn’t been more relieved to hear it. Isaac didn’t do emotion, or commitment, or any of the other deep meaningful stuff women seemed to expect. Paige was calmly offering to play with him on his terms, and Isaac was trying to second-guess her motivation. He rolled his eyes, wondering what was wrong with him.

  Nick chuckled. “You two wouldn’t have heard an aircraft if it had landed in the backyard.”

  “We were preoccupied.”

  “Is that what they’re calling it this week?”

  Isaac patted Paige’s rear. “Give us a moment to clean up, and we’ll be right there. I assume you’ve taken our visitor into the formal lounge.”

  “Right.” Nick turned to Paige and offered her a wolfish smile. “Put some water on your face, darling. You look like you’ve just had your brains fucked out.”

  Isaac smirked. “She has.”

  Nick blew her a kiss and headed off to entertain their guest.

  “You up to this?” Isaac asked. “We can always ask him to come back later.”

  “No, I’ll be fine. I’m keen to know if he’s got any suspects.”

  “Us probably.”

  “Us!” Paige looked astounded. “Why would any of us kill Ellie? We loved her.”

  “Relax, I’m not serious. You were in London, I was in LA, and Nick… Well, who knows where Nick was, but he wouldn’t have been anywhere near the office. The thing is, you can bet your life that the good lieutenant knows we all benefited from Ellie’s will. He’s bound to be curious about that.”

  “I guess.”

  They slipped through the kitchen so that Weir wouldn’t see them run up the stairs in a state of semiundress. No point putting ideas into his head. If he got the impression that Isaac and Paige were a long-standing item and both benefited from Ellie’s demise… Well, it would make Isaac suspicious, and he wasn’t even a policeman. Just because they were both thousands of miles away when the crime went down, what was to have stopped them from employing someone else to do the deed?

  “You want me to wait for you to go down?” Isaac asked, pushing aside such dark thoughts as he paused outside Paige’s door and opened it for her.

  “No, I’ll be fine. I’ll take a quick shower and be right there.”

  “Okay.” He planted a soft kiss on her lips. “See you soon.”

  Alone in his own room, Isaac turned the shower on and stripped again, his mind not on the lieutenant waiting downstairs but on Paige and the mind-blowing sex they’d just shared. He hardened again just thinking about it. Hell, he’d had nothing but a hard-on since Paige turned up yesterday. She’d made him as randy as hell even when he didn’t like her. There was now no hope for him.

  He still couldn’t get his mind round all he’d learned about her, all the preconceptions that had been knocked into touch over the past few hours. She was a mixture of feisty ambition, intelligence, a surprising dollop of naïveté—hardly surprising given her account of her suppressed childhood—and downright determination not to be bullied. The way she’d stood up to him when she arrived, jet-lagged and grieving, only to be confronted with his unfounded accusations and blistering dislike, was something else. Isaac’s temper was one of his failings, and not many people could face him down when he got annoyed about something. But Paige gave as good as she got and didn’t appear to give a shit for the consequences.

  Isaac soaped his body as the hot jets of water pounded it. He was aware now why he’d been attracted to Paige that first time he saw her. Aloof and untouchable, she sat at the bar in an upmarket restaurant in London’s west end, waiting for him and Doug to join her, fending off the men who hovered round her with one arrogant lift of a beautifully plucked brow. Isaac’s first sight of her blew his mind, and he was hard-pressed not to show his jealousy, ever harder pressed to hide his embarrassment when his brother showed her off as though she was a trophy to be lusted after but never touched. That ought to have told him something about Doug’s deep-seated resentments. Why hadn’t that occurred to him before?

  “You don’t know how well you succeeded, little brother,” Isaac said aloud.

  It was true. Deny it he might, but Isaac had found every woman he’d been with since then wanting in some way. None of them measured up to his image of Paige, and they seldom lasted two consecutive dates. He’d tried to convince himself that he’d made her into something that she wasn’t and could never be.

  He knew now just how wrong he’d been.

  Isaac dried himself off and pulled on a pair of chinos and a clean shirt. He wanted to get downstairs before Paige and hear whatever it was Weir had to say to her. She was the only one who hadn’t yet been interviewed by the police. Paige probably thought she could handle it and didn’t need his help. That was probably true, but she’d get it anyway. She was fragile, in a foreign country where she didn’t understand the laws and needed protecting.

  When he entered the formal sitting room, Isaac was surprised to see just Lieutenant Weir and Nick there, both with open bottles of beer in their hands. In Isaac’s experience, policemen always hunted in pairs and didn’t drink while on duty.

  “Oh, Mr. Drake.” Weir offered his hand, and the two men shook. “Glad to have caught you.”

  “No problem.” Isaac took the chair opposite the lieutenant and accepted the beer Nick handed him with a nod of thanks. “Any progress?”

  “Nice house,” the lieutenant remarked, adroitly avoiding the question.

  Isaac didn’t repeat it, contenting himself with joining in the small talk that Nick was so adept at instigating. It was obvious that whatever the lieutenant actually wanted, it wouldn’t be broached until Paige joined them.

  That happened just five minutes later. Her hair was damp and she’d changed into a fairly formal dress and almost-flat shoes. Even with no makeup she still exuded sex appeal by the bucket load. The lieutenant glanced at her, did a double take, and almost knocked his chair over in his haste to stand up.

  “Ms. Fairfax, I assume,” he said, once again extending his hand. “My name’s Weir.”

  “Lieutenant,” she said, taking his hand and as quickly dropping it again. “Any news on Ellie’s murder?”

  “Nothing definite. As the saying goes, we’re pursuing several lines of inquiry.”

  “In other words, you’ve got squat,” Isaac said, irritated by the lieutenant’s procrastination and the way his eyes kept returning to Paige’s tits. “So what brings you to our door?”

  “I gather you now know the contents of Ms. Carter’s will.” All three of them nodded. “Wondered if you’d care to cast any light on that.”

  “There’s no light to cast,” Paige said. “We were all totally astounded. We have no idea why she favored the three of us.”

  “You were in London when Ms. Carter was killed I believe, Ms. Fairfax.”

  “Yes, that’s right. I manage Carter Promotions’s field office there.”

  “I’ve asked Mr. Drake and Mr. Fuller this question. Now I’m asking you. Do you know of anyone who’d wish Ms. Carter harm?”

  Paige wrinkled her brow. “No, I don’t. Obviously, I’ve thought about it a lot over the past few days.”

  “Did you know the deceased well?”

  “Her name was Ellie,” Paige said in a clipped tone. “Or Ms. Carter. Calling her ‘the deceased’ makes it all sound so impersonal.”

  “I’m sorry.” Weir spread his hands. “I should have been more sensitive. I guess in my line of work you—”

  “It’s all right.” Paige waved aside the lieutenant’s apology. “What did you ask me again?”

  “I was asking how well you knew Ms. Carter.”

  “She was my boss. I’ve worked in the London office for four years. She used to pop over regularly, but I really only got to know properly when the manager had personal problems.”

  “M
r. Drake’s brother?”

  Paige sucked in a breath. “Yes, he was going through a rough patch. Business suffered, and Ellie flew over to sort it out.”

  “She gave you Mr. Drake’s job, and Mr. Drake subsequently died, is that right?” he asked mildly.

  Like you don’t know damned well it is! Isaac silently fumed, desperate to spring to Paige’s defense, knowing it would be a grave error to do so. The lieutenant was astute. He probably picked up on the sexual vibes between him and Paige straightaway. He wouldn’t be much of a detective if he didn’t notice the redness on her face where his day’s growth had rasped against it and her lips swollen from his kisses. Hopefully the way she sat down so carefully because she was probably still sore after the pounding she’d begged for and received did pass him by. Not that Paige needed any help from him. She was answering the lieutenant’s questions with straightforward honesty, never once breaking eye contact, her distress at Ellie’s untimely demise apparent to the slowest wit. And Lieutenant Weir was anything but slow-witted.

  “Yes, that’s right.”

  “You and Ms. Carter were close friends before your promotion?”

  “No, we barely knew each other.”

  “Then she showed great faith in you. That was quite some responsibility for one so young.”

  “I earned that faith, Lieutenant, and Ellie never had reason to regret her decision.”

  “So, you’re saying you didn’t know Ms. Carter socially?”

  “What do you…ah, I understand what you’re asking. Why didn’t you just come right out and ask me if Ellie and I had a sexual relationship?” Paige arched a defiant brow. “I believe that’s what you want to know.”

  “I am aware of her other…er, interests.”

  “I’m not a lesbian, Lieutenant.”

  “That doesn’t answer my question.”

  “Tough, it’s all you’re getting. I’m not prepared to reveal anything further about my private life, unless you can prove that it’s germane to your investigation, and I can’t see how it would be because this tragedy has nothing to do with me.” Paige sat a little straighter and tilted her chin. “I want whoever did this brought to justice, but I didn’t do it and have no idea who did.”