Billionaire Menage

By: Jenny Jeans

Nick looked at the broken radio, cussing under his breath, and then he followed Alex. They could try to fix the radio after they found her; time was too precious now to wait.

Two hours later they found Clare shivering against a tree. They both dropped down beside her just as snow started falling. Clare's eyes were closed and her skin looked fragile and so white, while her long tawny hair hung in wild waves across her shoulders.

"Clare, baby," Nick uttered, grabbing one of her ungloved hands.

Nick saw Alex grab her other hand and Clare barely stirred. "Clare, sweetheart," Alex said rubbing her hand.

Nick kept her hand as he lifted his other hand to his mouth. Using his teeth he tugged his glove off, then he pressed his palm to Clare's temple. "Too cold," he muttered.

Clare's eyes didn't open, but her head moved away from his touch, as she mumbled, "Run away."

"Shit," Alex cussed. Nick watched Alex looking at the snow, then Alex looked over at him. "I'm going to set up a tent. We'll dig in."

Nick nodded, saying, "Part of it's she's drugged."

They both looked deadly at the mention their sweet Clare had been drugged. Alex went to set up a tent and get the sleeping bags into it, they did extreme sports any chance they could. Then from their military days, they'd learned to keep their gear packed and ready. Now it might save them, and Clare, because it looked as if it was going to be a white-out any minute as the snow fell faster.

Nick unzipped his thick winter parka and scooted around Clare, until he had her between his legs and leaning against him. He pulled his parka over her as best he could, however he felt how wet she was. Her winter coat was more fashionable than practical.

"Nick," she murmured, and then she mumbled Alex's named as her head turned in the crook of his neck.

"We got you, baby," he uttered, holding her tight, worried as hell about her condition. They couldn't lose her. He realized just how much they couldn't.

When Alex came to carry her into the small tent, she woke up enough, to look up at him. "You came," she whispered.

Nick brushed back her hair, falling over Alex's shoulder. "We'll always come," he said.

"For you ... always, "Alex added, then they dipped inside the tent. It was a tight fit.

Right away, Nick informed Alex, "Have to get her undressed."

"Aren't we going home?" Clare whined, then her head fell against Alex's shoulder.

"Might have to do more than that to get her warm," Alex muttered looking at him gravely.

They undressed Clare trying to remain gentlemanly, then quickly putting her under a sleeping bag. However, Nick knew neither of them missed seeing her taut pink nipples or the trim tawny hair above her slit.

Clare barely woke up to protest, and soon she was shaking.

Alex looked over at him from rubbing her small feet. "This isn't working."

Nick nodded from where he held Clare's quivering body with the sleeping bag between them. "We can't manage the night out of the bags anyway."

They both knew they had to get undressed, share body heat, and get the two sleeping bags they had zipped up around them. Then throw their parkas over the top.

"I just wish we could explain to her," Alex muttered.

"She trusts us," Nick responded.

"Yeah, that's the point," Alex complained.

They both wanted her, they both knew it. They both didn't know how they were going to survive naked against her and not take it further.

Alex knew the minute he slipped in naked beside Clare that it was the most erotic feeling he'd ever felt. Her skin was like satin and her body more curvy than the rail-thin models he and Nick had to take to functions for appearances.

Nick turned her toward him to spoon her back. Alex scooted, until he was pressed to her front as his eyes lowered in half-mast with pleasure. Yet also, his body started to shiver at the cold seeping into the tent, being against Clare's freezing body, and the fact they didn't have enough room to fit them all in and get the sleeping bags zipped shut.

Clare murmured against him as if she was in the middle of a deep dream and her hips began to undulate.

Chapter Two

Clare dreamed she was standing in front of a door and she knew that behind that door was her deepest desire. Her hand moved slowly to the handle and when she pushed it open a shaft of light fell across the threshold that was her bedroom.

The room was dark, and as she hesitated, she heard Alex's voice calling to her, "Clare, sweetheart." Then as she stepped into the room another voice beckoned, "Clare, baby."

It was Nick and she moved toward him, only to hear the door close with the snap of the lock. Thrown into complete darkness, she uttered a cry, "It is too dark! I can't see."

▶ Also By Jenny Jeans

▶ Last Updated

▶ Hot Read

▶ Recommend

Top Books