Her Three Protectors [The Hot Millionaires #3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Zara Chase Page B

this is different.” Troy smiled at her. “We’ve only just found you, and we have no intention of getting you killed.”
    “Oh, you three!” Porcha sprang from Troy’s lap and threw her hands in the air. “What do I have to do to convince you that I can take care of myself?”
    Beck stood beside her, grinning, obviously about to make one of his off-the-wall comments. It was too good an opportunity to pass up. Porcha walked up to him and with a soft sigh leaned her back against his chest.
    “You’re right,” she said. “All of you.”
    “We are?”
    She sensed Beck’s confusion and played the helpless female for all her worth. Catching sight of Troy’s lazy half smile in the periphery of her vision, she sensed he knew what she was about to do, but he didn’t warn her off.
    “Rub my shoulders, Beck,” she said, wiggling her ass against him. “I’m so tense I feel I could break in half.”
    Beck grinned. “My pleasure, babe.”
    The moment he applied his hands to her shoulders she sprang into action. Grabbing one of his arms over her shoulder, she caught him off balance and used his body weight against him, applied a swift kick to the back of his knees, and sent him flat on his ass.
    Adam and Troy roared with laughter.
    “Just proving a point,” Porcha said sweetly.
    Beck sprang to his feet, pulled her into his arms, and growled at her. “You’re still not coming with us!”
    “No, you’re not,” Troy agreed. “You took Beck by surprise, but Woollard knows what you’re capable of and won’t underestimate you.”
    “But feel free to do that to Beck again any time,” Adam said, still laughing. “I’d pay to see a repeat performance.”
    “I’m sorry I put you on your ass, Beck,” she said meekly.
    “Oh, think nothing of it.” He grabbed her round the waist and swung her in the air. “It’s nothing compared to what I have planned for your sweet rear later on. Forget about all that bollocks about revenge being a dish best served cold. Steaming hot’s the only way to get even, in my view.”
    She fluttered her lashes at him. “Is that a promise?”
    “As to your coming with us, Porcha,” Troy said. “I still haven’t decided if we ought to even send that e-mail, so it could be a moot point. I’m gonna think on it for the rest of the day.” He frowned. “Part of me thinks we’re missing something here, and I hate going into anything half cocked.”
    “That’s not a problem I’ve noticed you wrestling with,” she said, grinning.
    The other two guys merely grunted, clearly used to Troy taking time over important decisions.
    “I guess I’d better get in the gym for an hour,” Beck complained, putting Porcha back on her feet.
    Adam glanced between Troy and Beck. “You two look pretty damned smug. Did I miss some fun when I was out earlier?”
    Beck shrugged. “Porcha helped us to feel more comfortable, is all.”
    “Come here, Porcha.”
    She responded to Adam’s commanding tone on autopilot, moving to stand in front of him with lowered eyes. Beck shrugged and made for the garage. Troy headed for the study.
    “Don’t wear her out,” he said as he left. “We’re gonna have a big party tonight, and Porcha’s the star attraction.”
    “Gotcha!”
    Porcha lifted her eyes sufficiently to see Adam make himself more comfortable on the couch. He leaned back, ran one arm along its back, and splayed his legs, giving her a good view of the bulge in his pants.
    “Take your clothes off,” he said. “Why are you wearing any indoors anyway?”
    “Troy said I had to get dressed after he fucked me, master. He said when we have business to discuss it’s too distracting if I’m naked.”
    Adam chuckled. “Damn right it is!”
    Porcha was wearing a short denim skirt. She unzipped it and let it fall slowly to the floor. She lifted her top over her head and threw that aside, too. Then she stood where she was, hands neatly folded, awaiting his next order.
    “And the rest.”
    He rubbed