He wanted to wait til she had two dicks inside her before he gave her the goods.
He wouldn’t have to wait long. Fairchild collapsed on top of him moaning as Reece started to shove his cock into her from behind. Nash could feel more slippery lube dripping out of her.Then he felt his team leader’s heavy, naked balls resting against his own.
Reece lowered himself onto the woman’s back and scowled into Nash’s face, speaking low so the cameras wouldn’t pick up what he was saying.
“Fairchild is right,” he said. “You shouldn’t have done that. Your actions didn’t just jeopardize the mission, you put your teammates in danger.” His look was piercing. “You putFairchildin danger.”
That last part got through to him.
It wasn’t that Nash didn’t care about his other teammates. They were like older brothers to him. It’s just that he knew he didn’t need to worry about their safety. Any one of them alone would have no problem fighting their way off this rock if need be. And all three of them together? Hell.
But with Fairchild, things were different. It didn’t matter that she was a Merc like the rest of them. She was their woman. They had to protect her, no matter what.
In a way, that was what Nash had been trying to do back there in the restaurant. He just hadn’t gone about it the right way.
“Luckily,” Reece went on, starting to thrust in and out as he spoke, “Fairchild was able to salvage the situation with her quick thinking. Good work.”
Nash shifted his attention to Fairchild’s face to see her reaction to her team leader’s praise. She didn’t seem to be listening. Her eyes were rolled back, and her mouth was gaped wide as she took her teammates’ two cocks, one in her pussy, and the other deep in her ass. God, she looked so sexy like that, totally lost in thepleasure she was receiving. It was all Nash could do to keep from exploding inside her, but somehow he held back. He wanted to wait for Reece, so they could both give it to her at the same time.
The doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it,” Dutton called from the wet bar, where he had just finished mixing his cocktail. He headed toward the door, drink in hand.
Nash gave Reece a subtle, questioning look. He didn’t have to use words. Reece knew exactly what he was asking.
We expecting room service?
Reece answered with a slight shake of his head, accompanied by a look of his own.Keep calm and carry on, that look said. They couldn’t go getting jumpy at the sound of a doorbell. Slayn might be watching them through one of the many cameras hanging above the bed.
Dutton could handle whatever was at the door. If he couldn’t, he would let them know. Until that happened, they would stay in character and continue to share Fairchild’s body between them.
Reece picked up the pace of his thrusting, and Nash matched his tempo, sliding his hard dick in and out of Fairchild’s tight, wet heat. She started to come again, and her walls gripped him even tighter than before. He couldn’t hold back any longer. It felt too good.Shefelt too good.
Nash hollered as his release came gushing out of him, flooding Fairchild’s pussy with his hot, thick cream. He could tell by the way her eyes suddenly widened that Reece was coming inside her too, shooting his cum deep into her other hole. She let out a single sharp cry of pleasure as her own climax reached itspeak, then she collapsed on top of Nash’s chest, trembling and whimpering as he and Reece continued to pump her body full of their seed.
“So much,” she murmured. “There’s so much…”
Nash finished coming just in time to see Dutton returning from the door of the suite. He was pushing a small, hovering room-service cart.
“What’s that?” Nash asked.
Dutton parked the cart beside the bed and let them have a look. There was a bottle of champagne nestled inside a silver ice bucket, a long-stemmed rose in a glass vase—and a letter. Dutton picked up the letter and offered it to Fairchild, who was just beginning to recover from her last orgasm.
“It would appear you have an admirer,” Dutton said.
Fairchild took the note and looked at it. Nash watched her face as she read. He didn’t need to ask who it was from. He already knew before she turned it around for him to see.
Eagerly awaiting your performance tomorrow night.
–Victor Slayn
CHAPTER 19
“There,” Reece whispered. “In the box.”
Fairchild looked. From her vantage backstage, she was able to peer out between curtain and proscenium, picking up a slim view of the theater beyond. The place was done up in an ancient Terran style with dim lighting, arabesque designs, and red velour seats. There were, Fairchild guessed, about five hundred seats on the floor, most of them already filled with murmuring bodies, plus another two or three hundred in the steadily filling mezzanine above. Closer in, along the sides of the stage, were small private balconies reserved for the wealthiest attendees.
It was in one of these boxes that the target now sat.
