Her Three Protectors [The Hot Millionaires #3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Zara Chase Read Free Book Online Page A

over it,” Adam assured her, his hand now resting tantalizingly short of her pussy. “And, all modesty aside, we know what we’re doing. Tell you what, why don’t we go back downstairs, I’ll cook us all a decent meal, and then we can talk about it?”

Chapter Five
     
    Porcha watched in a trance as the three men acted as a tight team, their joshing a thin disguise for the deep friendship that sealed them as a unit. Beck volunteered to go out for supplies, taking with him a long list written in Adam’s spidery scrawl.
    “I need to shower,” Troy said, heading for the stairs. “Won’t be long.”
    “Can I help?” Porcha asked Adam, strolling into the kitchen area and looking round his shoulder to see what he was cooking.
    “You can keep me company.” He turned behind him, grabbed a bottle from the fridge, and waved it at her. “You look like a white-wine kind of gal.”
    “Yes, please, I could use one.”
    He opened it, poured her a glass, and opened a beer for himself. “You all right?” he asked. “Sorry, stupid question. Of course you’re not, but we will sort this. If it’s any consolation, we’ve been doing this a while and haven’t lost a client yet.”
    “You guys are really close, aren’t you?”
    “In spite of Beck being an ass, yeah, we are. We were all in the military together, back in the day. That’s how we met.” He stirred something in a pot. “That’s where we met Georgio as well. He was our CO.”
    “Oh, I didn’t know.”
    “Well, none of us talk about those days much.” He checked the oven temperature and shook his head. “Then we were all mercenaries for a while, risking our butts in various hellholes at the ass end of the world. We made enough money to quit a few years ago and now do what we do…well, because we don’t know how to anything else, I guess, and because we need something to get up for in the mornings.”
    That was quite a speech for Adam. Porcha already had him pegged as a man of few words.
    “I’m glad you do,” she said, meaning it. “You make me feel safe.”
    “That’s the general idea.” He took silverware from a drawer. “How did you meet Georgio?”
    “In London. I was a nurse, if you can believe it.”
    Adam waggled his brows. “I’ll bet you cause a general rise in the male patients’ collective temperatures just by walking onto a ward.”
    “Hardly. Georgio’s wife had leukaemia.”
    Adam shot her a look. “I had no idea he was even married.”
    “Oh, he was married all right. They were devoted to one another.” Porcha shook her head, filled with sadness when she thought of Maria’s untimely demise. “If you could have seen them together. It was as though the rest of the world didn’t exist.”
    “We were in Africa popping bad guys about then.”
    Porcha, watching Adam work with economical efficiency in his kitchen, had trouble imagining him murdering anything more vital than a soufflé and told him so.
    “You’re really at home in a kitchen.”
    “I should be. My folks have a string of them back in Philly. I could cook before I could walk. I always intended to go into the business myself but—”
    “But you got a taste for what you do now and prefer it that way.”
    He stopped what he was doing and dropped a kiss on the top of her head. “Yeah, I guess. We get on so well that it would be like cutting off my own arm if I left the guys.” He grinned. “Besides, someone has to make sure they eat right.”
    “What do the others do whilst you’re taking care of their nutritional needs?”
    “Beck can make anything with an engine talk to him.” He laughed. “That truck we brought you back in looks like millions of others on the road, because we want it to blend in. But under the hood it’s a whole different story. It can outrun just about anything on the road if need be. Don’t tell him I told you this, but Beck’s a top-notch driver who could give a lot of professionals a run for their money.”
    “And